A New Kind of Thug Love (Thugs can love sequel)

Chapter 18

Rashid POV

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing. I unwrapped Shana from around me. It was a text saying there was a situation at the trapp. I really didn't want to deal with this early in the mornin. I got up and did my hygiene thing. After thirty minutes I was heading out to the door. I checked to make sure my little man was cool.

I got in my Royce Rover and headed to the trapp. I was listening to some Tupac on the way there. In less than 40 minutes I pulled up to the trapp. My boys' cars was here. This better be important enough for me to get my ass out of bed.

"What's up boss?" my guard, Brick, was at the door. He stay posted outside. Watchin the place makin sure shit was cool.

"Ain't shit. Tired as hell." Chase had my ass up all night and then Shana wanted to play around. I literally only had about two hours of sleep. I walked inside and saw everybody workin. I walked upstairs to my office. Everybody was there jokin around and shit. "Wassup y'all?" I took a seat behind my desk.

"Nigga what the hell is wrong with you?" Keem said.

"Bitch I'm fuckin tired. The fuck y'all want blowin up my phone and shit?"

"Well shit if we knew you'd be on bitch shit we wouldn't call yo ugly ass." I wanted to smack the shit out this nigga. "We called you to let you know some product is goin missing. Little by little but we notice it. Money ain't been addin up."

"How long?"

"First week we thought it was just a shortage. We're down by four cases." That's roughly ten grand. Not a big thing but if muthafuckas is stealin from me you might as well say they robbed the whole trapp. "We know it's a inside job. We don't know how they gettin it out of here."

"You have any idea who might it be?"

"Nah not yet. Don't worry we'll get em."

"Anything else?" they could've told me this shit over the phone.

"Some niggas from up top makin big moves."

"Where?"

"New York." Toya's in New York. With that fuck nigga.

"You know who?"

"This cat been runnin shit up there for a long ass time. They shit been goin down a little but now business is pickin up for them. I don't think they comin our way though. But we should watch out for them. This cat got shit on lock. Got business all over the country."

"Yeah alright." They were updating me about shit since I ain't been on my job for the past almost week. Ever since Toya left I been thinking of ways to win her back.

"Woah," Ron said lookin at his phone. "Toya fine as hell."

"What?" We all looked at him.

"Go on her instagram." We did. Toya looked like she was goin to a club. She did look good tho. "Is that a strip club?" There were a couple of half naked females in her picture. One was givin her a lap dance.

"Toya a straight freak init?" Keem said starin hard at the picture. They all stopped and looked at me. In one picture someone tagged her in. Her and that fuck nigga Jaheem was kissin. "Dude you straight?"

"Fuck em," I said. That actually pissed me off. I was willing to give us another shot and she just gave up. I'm tired of always being the one to run off after her. She wants the fuck nigga, she can have him. I got moves to do and money to make.

Toya POV

I woke up with a slight headache and my mouth was so dry. My body felt heavy as hell. I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before sitting up in bed. "Where the hell is my clothes?" I looked down at me in my underwear. Please tell me I didn't get drunk and do something stupid. I looked at my thighs. There were so many hickies. "Oh god please tell me I didn't do what i think I did." I got up and washed off for about thirty minutes and getting dressed in some sweats and a tank top. "Jaheem?"