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Tyrell
Fuck him, fuck that class, and fuck all them hoes in there. Fuck everybody but his son he was cute and he gave me a sticker. The only good thing about that class was getting a sticker from Romero.
Bassir sat there and made me look like a fool. I want to beat his ass so bad. He's done nothing but make me seem dumb since we first met. I hate niggas like him. It's like he thinks he's better than people and it's annoying. It's like he thinks the world revolves around him.
He had all the bitches in there eating out of his hand. His son doesn't even look like him. How the fuck that work? And what kind of names are Bassir and Romero? Who named them that weird shit?
"Damn nigga you trying to kill us," Luck said. I looked at the meter and saw I was doing 90 so I slowed down. Don't feel like going back to jail so soon.
"Sorry I was just thinking about that nigga I told you about," I groaned. Luck hummed nodding.
"So do you think he's dangerous?" he asked.
"No, he teaches an anger management class and seems too busy with his son to be dangerous." I can admit Bassir is a good dad. He helped Romero whenever he asked and treated Ro like a person, not just a little kid.
"Oh well. I found out who was shooting last night. It was Dave ex she was trying to kill him again." I nodded. Toni was crazy as hell. This isn't the first time she'd tried to kill Dave. Dave is another one of my friends. He helps with the gang activities.
"He keep fucking with them crazy biches." I laughed turning into a parking lot.
"You be fucking with all the bitches." Luck replied.
"You fuck with anybody too nigga. I only like women, you like any and everybody." I reminded him.
"I stopped though bro. You need to settle the fuck down. If you really serious about this change you need to stop fucking then ditching these hoes. We're trying to clear your name and fucking randoms not gon do that," he groaned. He's right about clearing my name but that doesn't mean the fun gotta stop.
It's been a few months since I finally gained a legitimate company. I along with a few friends run a shipping company and we also have some illegal dealings underground. We're trying to clear my name because I have a hefty record. I still own and manage a gang but I'm no longer the face. I am now a business man with a messy past.
"You didn't settle down." I countered.
"Yeah but I'm different," he smirked my way.
"I'll be fine don't worry."
We finally got to my apartment and as soon as I walked in a saw ass. Emmanuel was kissing Axel on my couch with their dicks out.
"What the hell is going on?" I yelled covering my eyes.
"Sorry!" Axel yelled before I heard a loud slam. So my night was shitty but theirs was good. Axel is Emmanuel's boyfriend of two years. They were best friends before Axel confessed to Manny. Thank god he did because I was tired of hearing Manny cry over him every night.
"Oh they nasty." Luck said walking in after me.
"Whatever, let's just grab the shit for the meeting and change." He nodded going into the basement.
I went into the kitchen instead of the living room. I looked at the folder Bassir gave us. This man gave us homework like we were some little ass kids. The folder was full of daily logs to track our feelings. He said we need to write down what makes us happy. I just feel like that's some corny ass shit. I'm grown, why do I gotta write about what makes me happy? He got me really thinking about what makes me happy and I'm coming up blank. The only thing that makes me happy is money and bitches but I don't think I can put that.
I hate his class and it's only the first day. What's worse is all the women in the class are drooling over him. That man does not look that good. He is tall, dark skin and has good teeth. I don't see the hype. Me on the other hand I'm fine as fuck. With my height and my smile I can make anybody fall for me. He is a little taller than me and he has a pretty good smile but I still look better than him.
I can't let him distract me though. I made my way to my room so I could get dressed. I got changed into a suit and grabbed a briefcase making my way to the car. Luck joined me with his dreads pulled back into a ponytail with his own briefcase. One was filled with guns the other with the necessary paperwork. You always gotta be prepared.
"So about the guy is he by any chance the guy who was standing outside when I picked you up?" I nodded. "That man is something else you don't see niggas that fine no more." See everybody think that nigga look good. Looking like I'm the only one who know that man is really an asshole.
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We were sitting in my office at a building we rent. I have a few floors filled with employees that oversee shipping and finances. Very few here know that I'm a kingpin; they all just think they worked for some dude who ships clothes back and forth. We do more than just sell drugs though so while I do have people working in shippents I also have people working for my more underground endeavors.
Along with selling drugs, I sell guns, and help people get new identities. It's very important that we keep it private so I have a section of the floor dedicated to the people who oversee the transfer of people. While shipping the drugs, we also ship other products that don't involve anything illegal. The whole operation is very difficult but with the help of Luck and some more friends I've been able to run a business and a gang.
"So, do you find your teacher sexy?" Luck asked sitting across from me. I glared at him not answering. "That's the only reason he's under your skin." He smiled.
Luck is like a brother to me. We have been friends for longer than either of us could remember. He's bisexual and very open with his affairs. For some reason he thinks a nigga out there that would turn me out. I keep telling him it'll never happen and it damn sure won't be Bassir turning me out.
"Nigga get that shit out yo head. I like pussy. P-U-S-S-Y. Say it with me pussy." I enunciated the word pussy.
