“Yo, Ant go get the door it should be one of them little nigga’s for the drop” Wayne said blowing smoke out his mouth.
Popping the rubber band on the stack of money I pushed it into the money counter. The amount of money we’ve made since teaming up with Carter in the last month was what we usually made in 6 months.
Puffing on my blunt I continued to count the money just as Ant walked in carrying three duffle bags. Biggs walked in behind him with another two duffle bags in his hand.
I motioned for them to drop the bag in the corner.
“Yo Meek, I heard you locked down fine ass Chanel Wright” Biggs said sitting in the chair across from me.
Dropping the stack of money on the table I looked up at him. “What?”
“I ain’t heard of a nigga locking that down, so I gotta know how is it?” Biggs asked.
“Oh shit” Wayne said chocking on the smoke.
Sitting up in my chair I leaned closer to him. “You trying to ask me how my girl pussy is?” I asked my jaw clenching.
“Hell yeah, I’m trying to know what that pussy like.I mean it’s Chanel Wright, every hood nigga wanna piece of that” Biggs said laughing.
Wayne and Dre shook their head as Biggs continued to dig himself into a deeper whole.
Before he even saw it coming I grabbed a bottle off the table and smashed it into his head. “Don’t you ever in your fucking life talk about my shawty. Do you hear me? Her name don’t even need to be coming off your lips. I’m not the one Biggs and you know that” I barked at him. He laid on the floor holding the back of his head, there was a small gash he was leaking from.
“Meek, damn I’m sorry” Biggs said holding the back of his head.
“Yo Biggs, you really put your foot in your mouth” Dre said
“Yeah nigga, you know this nigga crazy ass fuck” Wayne said.
“Get the fuck outta here man, and next time I see you make sure you act right” I barked out.
Ant helped Biggs up and helped him out of the trap house. I was still fuming and pacing back and forth in the room.
“Yo Meek calm down, my nigga. You should’ve known this shit would happen. You wifed a hood nigga’s dream. You got a trophy on your arm you know the streets gone talk” Wayne said.
But I wasn’t trying to hear none of that. I felt disrespected and it wasn’t sitting right with me.
My phone vibrated in my pocket pulling me from my trance. Looking down at the screen I saw it was Carter.