had been anticipating and was ready to take the moment Trent had walked in with two oversized duffel bags filled with money, guns, and drugs.
Trent sucked his teeth. Now I see what my cousin meant. These women are very ungrateful. A nigga go out and bust his ass damn near risking his life every day and she wants to sit around huffing and puffing and complaining about counting money that I make and she spends like it grows on trees. Counting the money and busting down the drugs was always frustrating to him, but if he wasn't complaining he sure as hell didn't want to see no one else complaining. By him not trusting no mother fucker besides himself and Charisma the two of them were left to do all the after work.
Although Trig was his right hand man, he’d seen firsthand how Trig put niggas that he called “his boys” to rest over that almighty dollar and he’d be damned if he was going to let a trigger happy, money hungry nigga take what was his. No way in hell was he going to let that shit happen.
“What’s your fucking problem?” Trent annoyingly questioned Charisma.
“Nothing!” Charisma huffed. She began to sweat profusely and her palms were itching like hell. She had forced herself to keep from crying. A week ago Trent had promised her a shopping spree yet failed to mention one thing about it as they worked.
Trent smiled on the inside as he watched Charisma’s actions. He had to admit that it was sad that she was about to burst out in a hissy fit any second. It was obvious that Charisma was a spoiled brat. He continued to fuck with her as he ignored her huffing and puffing. He got on the phone with Trig and began making plans. “Nah, I’m cool. I’m about to be on my way there now while Charisma handle some shit for me,” he bragged.
Charisma’s eyes got big as basketballs. Her eyes had fire in them like lightning bolts. She was beyond vexed. She opened her mouth as if she was about to say something. But, knowing that she could have a slick mouth and say some hurtful things, she decided against it. One would never know how such awful things could come out of Charisma’s mouth.
Trent got up and grabbed the keys to his car. “How much is there?” he questioned Charisma.
She rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth before answering. “I only counted $94,000 so far.” Charisma got very quiet.
The tension in the room was so damn thick that you could cut it would a knife.
“So you’re going to act like that?” Trent asked with a smile. She rarely saw him frowning. Even when he was pissed or ready to kill he would still be smiling with his finger on the trigger.
“Like what?” she asked.
“Don’t fucking play with me, girl.” Trent kneeled down by Charisma and grabbed a handful of her hair. “Like you got a fucking attitude.”
Charisma sucked her teeth and pouted her lips.
“Your ass was ready to cry because you can’t get what you want,” he told her. “You over here having a fiend break out. Scratching your damn palms, sweating and shit. Are you alright?”
“I was not about to cry. And yes babe, it’s that fucking serious. You know I have a fucking problem. I like to fucking shop,” she admitted.
Trent shook his head at his girl. Charisma was one shopping motherfucker. She would shop until she literally passed out. Trent picked up a few stacks of the money from the floor that was bundled and wrapped in $10,000 labels. “Go fucking have a ball,” he said, passing Charisma five stacks of the money.
Charisma nearly had a heart attack. She was always use to get $10,000 or less, but never as much as he had just given her. The money that Trent had just given Charisma didn’t nearly put a dent into his pocket. He had a sale with a white boy for three bricks of cocaine. He taxed the white boy $58,500 for each brick. When the rich white kid showed up with two of his boys. Trent and Trig robbed the boys for everything they had, including their jewelry.
Once the white boys were freed,
Trent sucked his teeth. Now I see what my cousin meant. These women are very ungrateful. A nigga go out and bust his ass damn near risking his life every day and she wants to sit around huffing and puffing and complaining about counting money that I make and she spends like it grows on trees. Counting the money and busting down the drugs was always frustrating to him, but if he wasn't complaining he sure as hell didn't want to see no one else complaining. By him not trusting no mother fucker besides himself and Charisma the two of them were left to do all the after work.
Although Trig was his right hand man, he’d seen firsthand how Trig put niggas that he called “his boys” to rest over that almighty dollar and he’d be damned if he was going to let a trigger happy, money hungry nigga take what was his. No way in hell was he going to let that shit happen.
“What’s your fucking problem?” Trent annoyingly questioned Charisma.
“Nothing!” Charisma huffed. She began to sweat profusely and her palms were itching like hell. She had forced herself to keep from crying. A week ago Trent had promised her a shopping spree yet failed to mention one thing about it as they worked.
Trent smiled on the inside as he watched Charisma’s actions. He had to admit that it was sad that she was about to burst out in a hissy fit any second. It was obvious that Charisma was a spoiled brat. He continued to fuck with her as he ignored her huffing and puffing. He got on the phone with Trig and began making plans. “Nah, I’m cool. I’m about to be on my way there now while Charisma handle some shit for me,” he bragged.
Charisma’s eyes got big as basketballs. Her eyes had fire in them like lightning bolts. She was beyond vexed. She opened her mouth as if she was about to say something. But, knowing that she could have a slick mouth and say some hurtful things, she decided against it. One would never know how such awful things could come out of Charisma’s mouth.
Trent got up and grabbed the keys to his car. “How much is there?” he questioned Charisma.
She rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth before answering. “I only counted $94,000 so far.” Charisma got very quiet.
The tension in the room was so damn thick that you could cut it would a knife.
“So you’re going to act like that?” Trent asked with a smile. She rarely saw him frowning. Even when he was pissed or ready to kill he would still be smiling with his finger on the trigger.
“Like what?” she asked.
“Don’t fucking play with me, girl.” Trent kneeled down by Charisma and grabbed a handful of her hair. “Like you got a fucking attitude.”
Charisma sucked her teeth and pouted her lips.
“Your ass was ready to cry because you can’t get what you want,” he told her. “You over here having a fiend break out. Scratching your damn palms, sweating and shit. Are you alright?”
“I was not about to cry. And yes babe, it’s that fucking serious. You know I have a fucking problem. I like to fucking shop,” she admitted.
Trent shook his head at his girl. Charisma was one shopping motherfucker. She would shop until she literally passed out. Trent picked up a few stacks of the money from the floor that was bundled and wrapped in $10,000 labels. “Go fucking have a ball,” he said, passing Charisma five stacks of the money.
Charisma nearly had a heart attack. She was always use to get $10,000 or less, but never as much as he had just given her. The money that Trent had just given Charisma didn’t nearly put a dent into his pocket. He had a sale with a white boy for three bricks of cocaine. He taxed the white boy $58,500 for each brick. When the rich white kid showed up with two of his boys. Trent and Trig robbed the boys for everything they had, including their jewelry.
Once the white boys were freed,
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