21. Zelan
I had been getting calls from Char for the last week, and I tried to get her to meet up with me, but she wasn’t having it.
I had been looking for her for months. I was going to wring her fucking neck when I saw her, and she knew it.
When she told me she was pregnant, I hung the fuck up because I knew she was going to try some shit like that.
I didn’t even blast off on her when she did that trifling shit.
I do plan on telling Ari, I’m not sure when, but I know it has to be soon.
When I do get a hold of Char, we are going to get whatever procedure is needed to find out right away if the baby is mine.
I don’t believe the bitch is pregnant anyway.
How could she be so damn evil? She messed up our relationship by fucking with another man, in my house, and in my bed at that.
Now she wants to come and stir up trouble with me and my girl, but hell nawl that shit’s not happening.
When Juelz called me and told me it was time to get at Xavier, shiiiiit, I was ready for that shit.
But this was my brother’s shit, and whatever he decided I was rocking with.
We were now on our way to the warehouse, and my damn trigger finger was itching like hell.
I wanted to turn around and just off this disloyal ass nigga.
When we pulled up to the trap out in Queens, we got out and headed into the building.
The entire time X was asking why we all had to get out.
Juelz just told him to come the hell on.
This trap was different than the rest of our houses, it was ducked off and it was off to itself.
All the money from the traps throughout the city is brought here, recounted and stored.
However, the bottom level is for dirty niggas like Xavier when we needed to handle shit.
The security in this building is like no other, and it takes about ten minutes to get in.
So, your ass better hope no one followed you here to rob, or worse kill your ass.
Because you most definitely were going to get caught up.
We never come out here alone anyway, we always have security with us but tonight was a little different.
We had only one car following us, Jeff was sent to do another job for Juelz and would meet us here later.
“Yo Meek, where you at homie?” I yelled as we entered the house.
“Right here son, what’s up y’all?” Meek spoke to Ju and X.
“How long are we going to be here? I have an early flight in the morning, so I want to go get this drink and head back to the hotel,” Xavier said.
“X, tell me how your last couple of days were here in New York?” Juelz asked.
“Everything was cool, why you ask me that?” X responded.
“I bet they were when you spent that shit in my muthafuckin house, with my fucking bitch of a wife nigga!” Ju yelled out with this deranged look on his face. Well, I guess Juelz left the building, and the beast showed up. It’s showtime baby!
"Look, I'm about to leave because clearly, you talking some shit, I know nothing about. I have not seen your wife. Why would I do that? We fucking boys, dude, have you forgotten that?” X screamed.
“No, but you clearly have. When you decided that you wanted to fuck Kenya, and you two disloyal bitches decided to cap me up that she was kidnapped and murdered! All because you greedy bitches wanted my money, five million measly fucking dollars. So, you thought fucking with me was safe for you nigga! Fuck playing with me, but she left a daughter behind!” Juelz yelled pulling his gun out.
“Man fuck you, you always thought you were better than everyone else. We were boys. You get all this fucking money, and I have pennies. You were supposed to look out more than you did. Man, fuck you, and your feelings!” Xavier screamed as Juelz punched the shit out of that nigga.
He grabbed X, dragging him to the basement level, and this nigga tried to fight.
POW! Juelz shot him in the leg and punched his ass again.
Once we all made it downstairs, there was a chair that he threw Xavier in.
“Chain his ass up!” Juelz yelled. I looked at Meek because I was the King of New York.
What the fuck I look like chaining this nigga up?
Meek better do it before Juelz beat his ass, I thought as I laughed at my own self.
Once Meek chained Xavier up, Juelz pulled another chair in front of him and sat down, pulling out a cigar and smoking it.
This nigga was wild, how you gon’ smoke a cigar in the midst of killing somebody?
“You said fuck me, huh? All this shit over money and greed?” Juelz asked Xavier.
“You got big and forgot about the niggas that were there when you had nothing!” X shouted.
“Nigga, who the fuck you talking too? Every man that was down with me I took them with me to the top; I made them niggas rich. Made your ass rich, and you talking about I left you! You gotta be fucking kidding me, in this bitch sounding like a damn pussy. Fuck all that! You a disloyal bitch, and for that you gon’ pay with yo muthafuckin life!
” Juelz gritted out, as he let off another shot in Xavier’s arm.
His phone began to ring. He spoke with Jeff on the phone for a few minutes and then ended the call.
“Jeff is at the house to get Kenya now, so they should be here in about an hour,” Juelz stated. I couldn’t wait for this shit to pop off! This shit was like watching a lifetime movie, and you can best believe Zel had a front-row seat.