5
"Really nigga? Don't call you that? We've been friends a long ass time and now I have limitations on how I address you?
Shit I guess that's not the only thing that has limitations now.
Like it was a time where I was a real part of the team, now I don't even get invited to important shit!
The grand opening of a plaza owned by you Kilo and Jugg was a big deal and all I got was a fuckin' phone call when shit went left.
Like is this how shit gone be from now on?"
Shaniya said with her hands on her hips as I sat on her couch.
"Yes and that's more than other muthafuckas have gotten. I ain't never spent the block on anybody I've dismissed. Actually, anyone else I've dismissed ain't get shit but a one way ticket to hell. You on the other hand received a nice severance package instead," I said calmly.
"I don't give a fuck bout none of that! And, what happened to that bullshit you told me about you not being in a space where you gave a fuck bout a relationship, and all that shit. Now I come back less than a year later and you claiming a baby that ain't even yours!
I ain't never even heard of no shit like that. I know some men meet a woman and treat her kids like their own, but I ain't never seen a nigga claiming an unborn child he know isn't his. Meanwhile when I told you I was pregnant,
with your child you told me that sounded like a fucking personal problem. So your own kid not important, but a bitch baby that ain't even yours got your ass spazzing out, and moving differently. You got the bitch all in your house where you lay your head,
but I've known you for over a decade and never even been on the same street as your crib!" Shaniya yelled.
This was why I didn't want her ass coming back around, she was back on this same bullshit.
The bitch was delusional as fuck if she even thought for a second that I believed she was pregnant with my kid.
I never fucked her ass raw nor nutted inside of her.
So, unless it's another way to get pregnant, she know like I know that wasn't my kid.
As long as she's known me, she knew I wasn't no goofy ass simp ass nigga you could play with, so I don't even know why she tried it.
But, that ain't why I cut the bitch off.
I mean true I had told her that baby was a personal problem because it was.
But the bitch got too muthafuckin comfortable thinking she could start going around town acting like she was my bitch.
Getting into it with hoes I barely gave a piece of dick to, like she had a claim to me.
All of that behavior only started after we crossed that line.
Before that, I always paid her slick ass flirtatious remarks dust, I never gave her even the slightest hint that I was interested.
I've never been the careless, impulsive type, so I still don't even know how the fuck I slipped up and gave her ass the dick.
"I'm only going to say this one time, and one time only, watch your fucking mouth when you mentioning my woman or my seed. Who the fuck you feeling like to be questioning me about any fuckin thing I do, or who I do it with.
How I feel about Journi or why I react the way I do to her is of no concern to you. Because, since day one you've always known what it was with me. I never switched up, you did," I said.
"So it's my fault?" She said laughing.
"I don't know and I don't give a fuck. Why you bringing up old shit anyway if you got a nigga and you happy?" I asked
"It doesn't matter, it's such a thing called needing unresolved closure," she said. I didn't even respond to her ass as I pulled out my phone and responded to an incoming text message.
I didn't even want to be here doing this shit with her right now but it seemed like she was intentionally beating her fucking feet with the information on the shooters.
Which probably was her fuckin plan all along.
Spoon feed us some information but withhold the biggest one so that I would have to personally come over here to get it.
She wouldn't even have opened the door for anybody else, and I strongly doubt Jugg or Kilo even knew where her crib was.
Which honestly is what I used to like about her ass.
She was as selective with what people knew about her as I was.
And, she wasn't too keen on allowing just everybody into her space.
Being that she was responsible for hacking into a lot of top secret shit, that was understandable.
There was a time where we used to just kick it at her crib on some homie type vibes.
We genuinely were friends, or at least I thought we were until shit went left.
I had known her ass since high school when she was charging mothafuckas to hack into school computers and change their grades.
Even back then as young as I was, I had a get money mindset, and was making waves for myself.
I knew I would be running an empire one day be it my own, or my Pops.
So, I'd pulled her from that petty ass job, and put her onto some real money.
My biggest mistake with her was knowing about the crush she had on me, not shutting that shit all the way down.
Not checking her ass on her actions towards me because I was focused on her craft and not her school girl crush.
And, lastly, crossing that line and hitting her ass with some dick.
That's when she'd really went from a level two with her obsession to a damn fifteen.
That was the turning point for us. That, and when she'd started letting personal affect business.
I might consider myself a heartless ain't shit nigga, but being that I had once considered Shaniya a close friend, I decided her termination wouldn't be a death sentence.
She'd just have to get the fuck away from me and stay there.
Even though I wasn't all that mad at Kilo for bringing her back because her skill set was unmatched and couldn't be duplicated.
Shit had been considerably harder without her cuz I wasn't the type to easily assign certain job positions even if I vetted them.
She was the type of hacker the FBI would snatch up and use for their own gain but still keep a close eye on.
"Are you even listening to me?" Shaniya said snapping me out of my thoughts.
"No, not really," I said truthfully. "Listen, just tell me what you got on the shooters. We'll deal with this other shit another time," I said trying to somewhat gentle my tone.
I realized I needed to semi play nice until I got what I needed.
Then once this situation was handled in its entirety, I might have to dead her ass.
My first mistake really was letting her live.
"I don't see why you can't just send Jugg to snatch them niggas up," Kilo asked as we walked onto my private jet.
"Cuz I like to play with my food before I eat it, and I haven't killed a nigga in a few days.
And, it's been even longer since I've tortured one.
So I'm feenin' like a damn tweaker for some action.
This some shit I need to handle myself because them niggas put my seed in danger.
Besides, I need Jugg here holding shit down," I said taking a seat getting situated.
"So what's the game plan? Is this a two for one special? Killing this nigga and Cam at the same time?" Kilo said.
"No Trey is our only target right now. Cam is another situation for another day. I'm planning this as a quick turn around trip, in and out. I need to be back before Journi is discharged. Killing Cam wouldn't be a simple job, it'll definitely be a blood bath. But,
also I'm still not set on killing the nigga unless he play with my money or come after my family. As far as the shooting goes everything points back to Trey's crew," I said pulling up the cameras I'd set up in Journi's room before I left.
With everything going on, and niggas randomly running down on us, I really felt uneasy bout leaving her and my daughter alone.
Especially with them being in a public place and not my house that got more protection than the White House.
On top of that, I damn near had to swing on Zeus ass because he was insistent on coming with us.
I understood where he was coming from, both his girls were put in harm's way.
As well as his only grandchild, however, he needed to stay with Journi cuz Jugg can't always be at the hospital with her.
I did put a few niggas around the hospital exits and two outside her room just to be safe.
"That's the thing that makes no fuckin sense," Kilo said snapping me out of my thoughts.
"What?" I asked him.
"Why would a nigga we ain't had no dealings with be coming for us like this? Unless Cam set all this shit up and using Trey as the fall guy. The nigga has been taking over his streets, so what better way to get rid of him than by setting him up?"
Kilo said still not convinced Cam ain't have nothing to do with it.
"I can't rule nothing out and I'll definitely never put shit past any nigga. That's the purpose of this trip though, to get some fucking answers," I said.
My gut still telling me that sloppy shit ain't have shit to do with Cam though.
Another nigga would immediately go after Cam based on the fact I'm fucking his baby momma and ain't coming off that. So, he would be the obvious suspect.
However, I wasn't an irrational nigga, and was always able to see the bigger picture at hand.
That shit wasn't coordinated, and it was sloppy.
It was no way in the hell them rookie ass niggas had any chance of running in my shit and killing me.
So, why would Cam have sent some niggas who if I had gotten the chance to interrogate they ass would have folded quicker than a bitch fucking for forty dollars and a blunt.
Trey however, could be targeting me because of Cam which would be a very poor decision on his part.
This not the smoke his ass wanted, and fucking with a nigga like me would make his petty ass squabble with Cam look like child's play.
I'm a muthafucka who don't mind turning shit into a battle scene no problem.
I found out that Trey might be connected to the shooting from the information Shaniya had given me.
After running all the license plates from the parking lot and comparing them with the guests, and getting rental contracts, she finally got some information.
Two cars had been rented from Atlanta but the licenses were out of Louisiana.
Neither nigga who rented the cars had any connections to anybody at the party, or anyone in my crew.
However, looking into past police records and court affidavits, one of the men was linked to a Travion Marshall, Trey.
Which makes sense since the rentals were from Atlanta.
Also, the nigga I had killed in connection to my missing drugs had also said Trey's name.
So who was this nigga really? And what was the real play at hand?