Chapter 6 Glen
Glen
“Niggggaaaa! Tell me why I was at your bitch house like four days ago! Her momma was necking me up so good, I almost screamed I loved her cougar smoker ass!” Chuck exclaimed, as I chuckled and took a hard hit from my blunt, thinking of how much I missed Layloni’s ass.
It was hitting on a week now and I hadn’t heard from her.
She still had the same number. I just couldn’t get through to her for shit.
“That ain’t even it nigga! Layloni came walking in with that nigga King, right when I was about to skeet everywhere!
Shit had me lowkey pissed the fuck off… I thought Blood was coming to get topped off, but the way the nigga was staring hard and looking pissed, he was actually there with yo bitch, nigga! ” Chuck said sounding animated as hell.
I wanted to slap the fuck out of his dumb ass for just now telling me this. “You sure it was King, nigga?”
I wanted to be sure. The nigga got ghost after his uncle Prince and my uncle Troy and their home boy Carlos set his father up and killed him.
Word on the streets was King was that nigga in California.
But if he was back out here, that only meant he had to be the nigga to kill Carlos.
Carlos was on the news the other day; he was found stanking in the woods by a lake.
I needed to get in touch with my uncle Troy because that could mean trouble for all of us.
I refused to let this crazy nigga King come back out here and take money from my pockets.
Not only that, I refused to let him take my bitch!
Troy and Prince were supplying heavy weight down here in Mississippi. I was eating good with them niggas.
Deciding to cut the small talk with Chuck, I told his dumb ass to get back to work.
Leaving the trap, I tried to call Layloni’s ass again; she cleared my call and it had me super livid.
She always obeyed me, right now, it felt like she was slipping through my damn fingers.
I missed her so much, it had me sick. If she thought for a minute she was going to leave me for a new nigga, especially an enemy nigga like King, then she had another thing coming.
I’d kill her ass in cold blood and that nigga.
Picking up my iPhone, I dialed my uncle’s number; he picked up on the third ring.
“What’s up young blood? Let me know something good.” He drawled in his thick southern accent.
“King back out here, we need to meet.” I kept it brief.
“Say less.” The line went dead.
In an hour or two, I would be receiving a text with an address and a time.
In the meantime, I was craving to get my dick wet in the worse way.
I could hit a million bitches and none of their pussies could hold a candle next to my Lay Lay.
I knew her pussy was made just for me. No other dicks been up inside that but mine.
Lay was my main bitch and, one day, I had plans on marrying her ass.
She never pressed me for money like these other hoes.
If she could pick up her self-esteem, she would be a complete damn dime.
Hearing my phone ring, I quickly fumbled with pulling it out of my pocket.
Thinking it was my baby calling because her stubborn ass finally came to her senses, It was nobody but Shadonna’s hoe ass.
I didn’t know how I got caught up with that girl.
I was wrong as fuck, but finding a good head doctor was hard to do.
Once a nigga had that, you couldn’t let them go.
I should’ve only hit that shit once but leave it up to my thirsty ass, I kept going until she got pregnant multiple times.
If Layloni found this shit out, I knew for a fact she would write me off, which was why I needed to write Shadonna off.
I was going to have to kill her ass before she went talking.
The only thing that was holding me back now was finding her replacement.
Pulling up to the empty warehouse, I cut the engine and grabbed my banger.
This was the secret warehouse that I had for private meetings and stashing drugs.
I discovered it when Layloni and I were teens.
I actually took her virginity inside this place; I set it up nice just for her and me.
I couldn’t fuck her in peace at her momma’s crib because she had too many smokers there.
Her mom’s crib was the turn up house on the block and also a good trappin’ spot.
I didn’t think twice when it came time to buy the raggedy warehouse and turn it into my hide away spot.
I played games with Layloni every now and then, asking her did she remember the location I took her virginity at, and she would always say it was a deserted mansion somewhere far off in the woods.
Little did she know, it was a fucking warehouse and it was not in the woods.
Only my uncle and Shadonna knew of this spot.
My uncle was the only one I could trust. Shadonna, I couldn’t trust for shit; she followed my ass here on one of her thirsty ass stalking missions.
I was able to throw her off by telling her I was seriously considering buying the spot.
She was way smarter than I thought, which was why I tried my hardest to keep her crazy ass happy.
I was rising to the top in Mississippi, but I still managed to downplay my position.
From the outside looking in, folks would think I was just over a couple of trap spots.
When, in actuality, I was running this shit while my uncle and Prince took over Texas, Alabama, and New Orleans.
Entering the warehouse, it was still half empty.
When you walked in, it looked as if it was still under construction.
Upstairs, I had offices and hidden safe rooms to put dope in, and keep count of all the money I had coming in.
I jogged up the stairs out of breath by the time I reached the last step.
I was greeted by five, big burly guards standing outside the door.
My uncle had already come in and made himself comfortable.
Dressed sharp in a three-piece suit, his beady eyes stared at me.
Murder was on his mind while this nigga sat comfortable behind my desk with his feet kicked up.
He puffed on a cigar with two mixed dimes standing next to him.
It was my dream; one day, I would be in his position, having a wife and kids at home with the baddest bitches as my side hoes.
“Nephew, where’s that woman of yours?” he asked with his brows raised. I knew what he was attempting to do. He didn’t give a damn about Layloni.
“She’s around.” I kept it simple, as he let out a deep chuckle, then ashed his cigar on my desktop. Taking his Stacy Adams off my table, he sat up as one of the chicks next to him started to fan him with a folded piece of paper.
“You young niggas is so stupid, you wonder why you ain’t moved up like me.”
His eyes challenged me; I kept quiet.
“Your side bitch knows where you at, but ya main bitch is with a damn enemy.”
I wouldn’t dare ask him how he knew. He probably knew before I even called him earlier, informing him on what the hell was going on.
“My best friend Carlos is dead, my nigga! You let that nigga come back out here and kill him! Not even aware… I bet you don’t even know where the fuck his momma stay either.”
“Do you know where she stay?”
“It don’t matter what the fuck I know nigga! You suppose to have shit in the clutch… I got other states to run… you so busy trying to run after these hoes… now this nigga somewhere with your bitch!” his voice elevated.
“Look Unc, I got the shit under-”
“Control? Nigga, you ain’t got shit under control.
Them lil niggas that’s on your payroll should be reporting to you every single night and day!
Watching shit, you ain’t got no information on an enemy except he with your bitch!
You should’ve been smart enough to know he was back when Carlos came up stanking! ”
Snapping his fingers, he stood up. The two women he had with him went into motion like robots, jumping at the small gesture.
Taking his cigar and putting it out, one grabbed his hat and placed it on his head as he walked towards me.
A look of disgust was plastered on his face.
It made me feel like shit, since my father was dead and gone.
Troy took me in and raised me like a son.
His approval was what made me feel good, like I was succeeding at something.
“I’m heading back to Texas tonight. You so lost in the sauce, you didn’t even know I was out here…
you slipping on yo game for real. You need better eyes and ears to the streets.
I raised you better than this. Don’t call me, I’ll call you…
and don’t make no fucking moves from now on until I say so…
I’m placing you back on probation. I’m gone move a couple of hungry niggas out here to keep an eye on the nigga. ”
“Probation? Come on now Unc, I got this! Why can’t we just kill him?”
“You asking me, that is why I know for a fact you don’t got shit but your dick.
Like I said, you still in charge little nigga, you just on probation.
I’m moving some of my niggas down here to play chess while you run shit how it needs to be ran.
I expect my money on time and for operations to move smooth.
That nigga got something I want and, until I figure out how to get it, he stays alive. ”
Walking out the door, I stood there dumbfounded.
I hated being left in the dark about shit I felt like I should’ve knew about.
I had too much shit going on and needed to get a grip on everything.
My first grip would be on Layloni; I was gone find her ass and put her in check real good.
She had me fucked up if she thought this relationship was over.
Had me out here looking stupid as fuck and wondered why I went upside her big ass head.