Chapter 5 Ivan
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I sat slumped on the couch fuming. Tracy’s bad ass kids were in their room making too much noise, and it was irritating me. I couldn’t stand a bunch of bad ass kids. Especially when they didn’t belong to me. Tracy walked into the living room blowing weed smoke from her mouth.
“The food is done. You want me to fix you a plate?”
With a glower, I drew back at the blunt she was extending toward me.
I asked her to roll the blunt for me, so I expected her to hit it, but she’d smoked more than half of it.
“Got damn. Were you planning to smoke the whole thing?” I snapped as I yanked the weed filled cigar from between her fingers.
“Nigga, did you just snatch that from me?” she rolled her neck. “I just cooked expensive ass oxtails that cost more for one pack than that weed, and I bought two packs! You really sitting there bitching about some weed?”
“I’m already in deep shit because of one bitch going in my shit and using it.”
“That’s on you, nigga!” Tracy pointed at me. “That’s what you get for sticking your dick in any and everything. You go mess with those coked out hoes that sell pussy for income, and then try to bring that tainted dick over here.”
“Tainted?” shooting up off the couch, I looked her up and down. “Tracy, you better really watch how you talk to me.”
“Fuck you,” she shot back and turned to walk away.
Her kids seemed to be getting louder, and I was over being at her crib.
With a deep scowl, I snatched my key fob off her coffee table and exited the apartment.
Fuck her oxtails. I needed bread, and I was running out of time.
Shit had been going all wrong for me for more than a month, and I wanted my streak of bad luck to end expeditiously.
It took three years of me consistently buying coke from my plug for him to be comfortable enough to front me bricks.
I could have afforded to pay for them straight up, but the thought of being able to flex with the money I was going to reup with had me thirsty.
I blew that money in the mall, the club, and on a trip to Bali.
The fifth time my plug fronted me work, I went to Miami and met a bad ass bitch that had a kid by an NFL player.
She was the baddest chick I’d ever fucked with, and that bitch had my head gone for a good five days.
I was spending all kinds of money on that fraud ass bitch and on the day I was supposed to return home, I realized she’d hit me for about $3,000.
That didn’t include the $15,000 I had tricked on her with.
I was so pissed with her and myself that a person looking at me the wrong way could have caused me to kill them.
The entire way back home, I practically foamed at the mouth.
Then, I got home and found that one of the chicks I left some dope with, so she could sell it for me, had snorted a good amount of my shit.
She chose the wrong day to cross me, and I beat her ass so bad she stayed in the hospital for two days.
Stressed wasn’t the word. I kept taking loss after loss.
Bills were due. I had baby mamas on my ass for one thing or another, and I got in too deep.
Before I knew it, I owed the plug $50,000 while only having $29,000 to my name.
There were only a few big fish in Golden Waters, and I wasn’t trying to take the chance of robbing any of them.
I hit a few niggas with nice clothes and jewelry, and I still only had a total of $17,000 from that.
Not to mention, one of the niggas that I robbed at the store was grilling me in the club, like he knew me.
He shot my homie, Tre and had him out of commission, and now, Mont’s aunt was calling me saying no one had seen or heard from the nigga.
Tre was mad because he needed money and felt I owed him some, since he robbed ole boy at my urging.
I didn’t have any money to give that nigga.
I was still short on what I owed the plug and, in another week, or so, rent and bills would be due again.
I was trying not to let paranoia get the best of me, but something told me that the guy I robbed at the store not only knew who I was, but he was fucking with me.
All of a sudden, he was this new flashy nigga on the block, and him and his lil’ crew were in town with premium weed and coke that was taking my customers.
I was real close to catching a body. If the plug didn’t body my ass first.
When my cousin Logan texted me to come to her house, ASAP, I prayed she had some dirt on those niggas for me.
At the club, I told her to pick a nigga from ole boy’s crew and push up on him.
I needed information on them. Since they wanted to come to Golden Waters and get money, I was going to be sure to hit their pockets the same way I’d hit their friend’s.
The moment she gave me the information that I needed I was going to make a move.
I was only $4,000 away from having the plug’s money, and I wasn’t willing to die behind four racks.
All the money I’d given bitches and tricked on them with, and I couldn’t get $4,000 out of a hoe. Bitches weren’t shit.
My baby mamas couldn’t even give me $1,000 each.
They tried to say it was because I wasn’t a good father but fuck that.
I did enough for my kids. They knew who I was, and they got clothes and shoes when they needed it.
It was all good though. I was going to be back on top soon, and there were a lot of people that I was gon’ make feel my ass.
When Logan opened the door for me, immediately, my jaw muscles flexed, and I knew some bullshit was coming.
“Yeah nigga,” she stated after my body stiffened.
“That nigga Joey caught me going through his shit and got the girl that was with his homeboy to beat my ass.” I observed the bald spot on the side of her head from where hair had been pulled from her scalp.
Her bottom lip was split down the middle, and there was a huge knot in the center of her forehead.
“You’re on your own with this shit. Mont is missing, Tre got shot, and I got my ass beat. You can go down by yourself.”
Fuck!