The Other Side

13

Cévon P.O.V
2 weeks later.
"Og we needa talk. What's going on with this money shit?" I asked him walking into his office making him him look at me with a raised eyebrow. Arvo looked over at me from the couch sadly before turning back towards the couch and pulling his blanket back over him.

What's wrong with him?

"The Russians have yet to find a buyer," he spoke making me sigh.

"Why I'm having a hard time believing that shít?! I didn't go risk my life and the life of other people just for you to fuck me over my nigga! I did the job and me and my nigga deserve to get paid! I barely like the nigga, but he did what he had to do and helped me to complete that shit. You sitting here smiling and shit while you playing with me! If I gotta go to them Russians my damn self to collect my money k will, but you made me do that shit so I'm expecting my money from you! Quit playing me," I spoke as he laughed at me sitting back in his chair laughing at me.

"You done? I don't know why you think it's ok to come k to my office and demand any thing. When the money gets here you'll see it. Leave my office before I splatter you across my walls little boy," he spoke smiling at me as Arvo stood up and walked to the door. "Lay the fuck back down!"

"I need air," he replied with a tear falling making Og stand up and walk towards him. He quickly backed up and sat down on the couch laying back down before he could reach him.

"That's what I thought. Why are you still here?" He asked me making me turn and walk out of his office slamming his door shut. I walked downstairs and out to my car seeing a few guys calling my name making me sigh.

"Fuck you want?" I asked them as they walked up today me.

"You tryna go wit us to spin on them east side niggas? One of them fucked my nigga B bitch and n-,"

"Nigga fuck no. And y'all don't need to go do that shit either. That's some dumb ass shit. Be mad at the bitch not the nigga she the one that cheated. Don't lemme find out that you dumb ass niggas did some fuck shit. You young ass niggas don't need to be out here anyway. Go learn something or do some productive shit," I spoke rolling my eyes and getting into my car. I sat back and dragged my hand down my face before starting my car up.

Dumb ass people.

I clicked around in my car finding Cordell's contact and pressed call. It rang for a minute before going to voicemail. Wonder what he's doing...

I made my way over to P's house to grab a package. Might as well do some work since we ain't got that money. He just better not be on no bullshit. I started on my drive to his house thinking about everything. Damn I miss my brother. Shit is so stupid. He really got killed for nothing. He's really gone.  I'll shít bro the moment I find out who killed that nigga I promise I'm blow his head clean the fuck off. I gotta get back for that shit. I don't even care if I get caught for that one he gotta be put down.

I pulled up in front of P's house and hopped out of my car walking up to his front door before knocking on it. I stood there annoyed waiting for him to open the door and after a while he did.

"Fuck you want?" He asked me rolling his eyes.

"I don't know how niggas don't know you gay witcho sassy ass. Open the fucking door so I can get a pack my nigga and you need to talk to yo Russian friends or whatever about that money," I spoke as he opened the door letting me in. 

"You talk a lot of shít for someone who needs me," he spoke making me look at him like he was insane.

"Nigga, I only come to you because you coo wit Og and y'all got some shit worked out. I don't have to come to you at all. All I'm saying is somebody better gimme my fucking money or it's gone be a problem. I didn't do all that shit just to get fucked! Tell them niggas that they rich enough and they need to come outta pocket for that shit. It better be the same amount too and I'm not fucking playing," I told him as he left out of the living room and walked downstairs to his basement.