Trap House
Zayne
I rolled through my hood, watching these niggas. I rode in my black Mercedes truck, not trusting a single soul except maybe a few hittas that been with me since pre-school.
Sometimes water is thicker than blood. I learned that shit when I watched my brother snake out on my daddy and got him killed. Shit, I learned it even more when my mother had to kill my sister because she was trying to kill us.
Banks and Tubby were rolling behind me in their trucks, much like my own. Montana and Fi were in front to me. Banks is my day one, shit we close as white on rice. We share everything from bitches to this empire.
Tubby was my other day one. We close as shit, she used to be my bitch but then she turned into a stud and I lost interest but she stayed loyal. Took 3 years in the pen for me and I'll never turn my back on anyone who does something like that for me.
Fi was just a crazy ass Latina bitch. She had my back too, helped me out of a couple sticky situations where I almost lost my life. I literally owe my life to her.
Montana was a crazy ass nigga but he was always there for my ass. He was there for me when I needed him the most.
We pulled up at one of the trap houses and I grabbed my gun, making sure it was holstered. Never ever go anywhere without yo gun is the second thing you learn on the streets. The first thing is watch who you tell yo business to because these niggas and bitches are anything but loyal.
We all drove different trucks, so we could split up easily if needed to be. It's hard to tell yo niggas who did it if you and all yo niggas dead. We rarely ride in the same car and if we do, we make sure we heavily strapped.
"I need to make sure these niggas ain't stealing my shit." I said, "One of this niggas stole some shit from a shipment and almost got my ass blew off. I had to give them 3 extra kilos so they wouldn't kill me when I did the drop."
Banks loaded his glock to show he was ready and the others just saluted. We went inside and the people stood up instantly. Everyone knew better than to have any clothes on in my trap especially if you in my damn kitchen and basement.
Yo ass better be ass naked when making and packaging my shit. If you not then I'll kill on the spot, they learned that when Tre decided to try me and I killed that on the spot.
I walked into the kitchen to see Rose stuffing coke into her shirt. The shirt she wasn't even supposed to be wearing.
I aimed and fired, the bullet going right through her skull. She fell backwards and the girl she was working with screamed. She turned towards me before turning away from me to try to run but I shot her ass too.
I took my shit of our her clothes and went into the living room. A few crank niggas sat smoking but they had Dino on them. He was one of the two bodyguards I had here.
"Dino, let me speak to you real quick brah." I said.
"Wassup boss man?" he said, Banks took his place beside me with Tubby on the left.
"Where in the hell was you at when them bitches was in the kitchen stealing my shit?" I asked, calmly.
"I ain't know man." he said, clearly spooked.
"You got two jobs, nigga. Just two. Watch the kitchen and watch the fucking crackheads." I said, "How you fail at that shit? The bitches supposed to be naked!"
He frowned and fidgeted.
"You was in on that shit wasn't you?"
He didn't respond.
"You fucking little bitch."
I hit him with the blunt edge of the gun and had Banks tie him up. I left Fi here, knowing she'll kill anyone she thought was doing wrong.
At an isolated warehouse...
He screamed, tears streaming down his face.
"I'll ask you one more fucking time, Dino. Who the fuck you working with?" I said, swinging the bloody hammer down on his hand again.
He screamed, "Please stop. I'll tell you everything just stop please."
His hand was covered in blood with the skin and bone mangled together.
"I'm working with Zee man!" he screamed, "That nigga from Westside. He was running low and wanted something extra. He was paying more than you."
"That's good to know. You hear that Tubby?" I said, looking at the stud to the left of me.
"Yeah, this nigga working with the enemy." she said, shaking her head.
"And what do we do to niggas who work with the enemy, Banks?" I said, looking at him now.
"We kill them muthafuckas." He responded.
"And how do we do that Montana?" I asked him.
"We cut off his head and sent it to his family then we cut out his heart and ears and fingers and send it to the enemy before we kill him." he responded, grabbing the chainsaw.
He screamed, "No please no."
I laughed at him. "Crybaby ass bitch."
I shot him in the head before putting on gloves. We cut his head off and wrapped it in a package. We would personally deliver it.
I cut off his ears and his fingers before handing the knife over to Montana. He stabbed him and cut the heart of his chest.
"Burn this nigga body and deliver this shit off." I said, walking out the warehouse and climbing into my truck.
Pulling up at my club, I went inside making sure my gun was hidden by my shirt. I walked towards my office but stopped when I looked into the main room and saw Skye on stage.
The pink went with her skin smoothly and her hair was curly and wild. I walked into the room and went towards the bar.
"Gimme some henny." I said, watching her hand me the cup.
I watched her perform. All that ass shaking, all the money she had on stage, and the men and women whistling at her.
"Aye, Don tell Skye she gotta private in room 7." I said, going inside the room.
After a few minutes, she walked in wearing a sexy little outfit and tall heels.
"Damn, it's you. This shit ain't for free is it?" she said rolling her eyes while smacking her heavily glossed lips.
I couldn't help but lick my lips. Her ass was round and plump, her breast were up and perky, and her face was just fucking perfect.
"Chill ma. Just do your job." I said, leaning back.
She rolled her eyes and sat on my lap. "You want it slow or fast daddy?"
"Fast." I said, watching her turn the music on.
Her ass mesmerized me, I swear. I ain't never seen a bitch with an ass this fat. Never in my got damn life and you can tell by how it feel that it's real.
"Shit ma, rub that ass on me." I instructed.
She did as told, making it clap and making it shake fast. I held her into me and she did that move that drove me wild a few days ago.
She jumped on me and wrapped her legs around my waist. She shook her ass on me and rotated her hips.
"Ma, let me get a taste." I whispered into her ear.
She shivered all over but shook her head no. She got down and held her hand out for money.
I handed her $500 and watched her switch her way to the door and leave through it.
Damn, I want some of that girl.
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