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CHAPTER TWELVE
LOUD music boomed throughout the club as Saint, Stacks, and Double sat down observing.
Never tell a lie to a bitch, dawg when it come to them, you gotta play it raw.
And I ain't never ever let the fuckery get to me.
Niggas ain't worth my energy Cut 'em off, make 'em feel it, I ain't dealin' with nothin' if it don't make sense to me
I'll never ever, ever go against my kind for some niggas on the other side
I'll never ever, ever put a bitch 'fore the money, gotta get it when it come to mine
"Damn she bad as fuck," Double muttered while looking up ahead at the stripper that was doing tricks on the pole.
"She shaking what her doctor gaave her," Stacks cackled as he mimicked Young Thug's lyrics from 'Don't Stop.'
Saint ignored them and started to light up a joint, he knew he had a problem but he didn't care. He smoked all day, everyday, it was something that eased his mind off of things.
"Hi Saint," Saint lazily looked up and saw the same girl that was on the pole a few minutes ago.
"Ion fuck strippers," He deadpanned.
The girl's face dropped and she rolled her eyes then sashayed away in her lady gaga ass heels.
Double burst out laughing, "Not you turning down a quick fuck."
A man in a black three piece suit walked up to them as two big built men followed behind.
"Mr. Blacks," The Mexican man greeted him. "Crew," He nodded towards Stacks and Double.
"I have the package ready for you, just say when."
"Now," Saint said.
He got up and followed behind them. Double gave Saint a look as they followed. Saint raised his shirt a little showing he was strapped and Stacks did the same.
Knowing the type of people they were associated with, they could never go anywhere with them, unarmed.
"What's this?" Saint furrowed his eyebrows. "Why is there only fifty stacks in here?" Saint looked up from the briefcase.
Stacks and Double immediately pulled out their weapons and pointed it towards him and his men.
"You think I'm playing nigga?" He spat.
The Mexican man was scared but he swallowed it down not wanting it to show. "Fifty now, fifty later."
"Fifty now, fifty later?" He repeated then immediately pulled out his gun,"Say I won't?"
