𝐎𝐧 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠 ᥫ᭡

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N'laisah Dior Olsen
Monroe, Louisiana

"Hey boss." Cocoa smiles walking into the trap.

"The fuck is this?" I ask her as I hold up the money she gave me.

"Uh.. money?"

"Wrong answer bitch." I slap her and she falls down.

"Getcho ass up."

She gets up and starts crying with blood dripping down her mouth.

"You had 16 clients, 200 apiece this month. That totals 3200, and 2200 after you take your cut, right?" She nods. "Then why the hell did you only give me 1600 of it?"

She breaks down crying and I massage my forehead before sitting my gun on the table.

"Oh-oh my God. Please don't kill me, I've been working for you for years." She begs.

"Just answer me, where's my fucking money?" I say calmly.

"M-my boyfriend, he took the rest of it. We've been dating for a while and he started gambling and beating me and-" She starts.

"Guhl ian ask fa yo whole life story. Just get me my 800, and handle yo lil boyfriend foe I get rid of him."

"Of course, thank you Ecstasy." She gathers herself before leaving.

Ecstasy was the first drug I learned how to make so I use that as my street name.

"Ugh." I groan at my headache.

I hear Amari's voice before his footsteps get closer to the dining room so I hide under the table.

He walks in and busts out laughing making me mug him through the chair legs.

"I know yo dumbass did not try and hide from me under a table." He says trying to calm his laughter down.

"I was just picking up sumn I dropped." I lie as I get up from underneath the table.

"Come wit me to the back room." He motions for me to follow him.

"Youn run shit, I was going back here anyways." I roll my neck.

"Hush."

Big nappy headed bitch kill yourself

"Why you got me blocked?" He asks soon as I close the door.

"Blockedddd?" I say in a Soulja boy voice.

"My texts ain't going through." He mugs me.

"That's strange, maybe sum wrong wit my phone. Lately ian been getting texts or calls." I shrug.

My phone immediately rings and I quickly decline Dee.

"Okay I blocked you. But you left me on delivered to be fair." I shrug.

"My bad mamas, you know I was busy. Whatchu texted for tho?"

"Nun." I waved him off.

"Don't do this shit cuh." He sighs.

"I was just texting for sum to eat."

"Nah, that text sounded serious."

"It was at the time but it's handled nie."

"You good?" He asks me as I wobble a lil.

"Just dizzy from this damn headache." I regain my composure.

"Sit down. You been drinking codeine?" He helps me to the couch.

"Of course not. Anyways, back to you." I change the subject.