The Other Side

3

"Too bad cause imma tell everyone now since you irritating me hoe!" I told him hanging up the phone. He immediately called me back, but I muted him and silenced my phone.

I wasn't really about to out the nigga, but he was irritating me so I wanted to make that nigga panic.

I arrived to my destination and pulled out my strap putting it in my waist band. I hopped out of the car after parking in a dark and ducked off space before turning it off and walking to the door. I walked in and heading down to the basement of the building seeing someone standing down there.

From "OG":
If there's anyone there.
Please escort them out.
I want everything.

Reading that I know he meant to kill who was here. I cocked my gun and aimed it at the back of the niggas head and put my finger on the trigger. I watched as he stood up straight hearing me before slowing turning around and looking at me.

Cordell.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked him as he looked at me. Nobody was supposed to know about this shit. We had a deal with P to let us know where these other niggas were storing their drugs. He tells us and we go pick it up. There's no way he should be here because he not with the niggas who own this shit.

"The same thing you're doing here. You boutta kill me?" He asked me as I nodded my head.

"Yea. I got word to. You not supposed to be here my nigga and imma have a word with P too about t-,"

"P aint tell me bout this. I have my own source. I never met someone that's about to kill someone, but is choosing to talk. I would have pulled the trigger," he spoke chuckling as I stared at him.

"Put all that shit in my bag. Now!" I said to him as he did what I said before throwing me the bag back. I picked it up and put it on my back before looking back at him. "Who told you bout this spot?"

"Why would I give up my source?" He asked me chuckling walking closer to me.

"Back the fuck up Cordell. I'm not playing with you at all I'll blow yo head off to fucking shoulders pussy. Who told you about the spot?" I asked him again.

"You already got the drugs. Why kill me too? You wanna fight for it? Cause technically I was here first," he spoke as I lowered my gun tucking it away.

"Fuck you," I spoke walking away from him.

"Ain't yo daddy gone be mad you ain't shoot me Cévon?" He asked me following me out of the building. I saw a car with no lights go by before slowly pulling up making me back track into the building running into him.

"Back up," I said to him.

"My nigga, shut the fuck up and back up now! Yo awareness is fucking trash. Move," I said to him closing the door and going back into the building pushing him out of my way. He followed me through the building as I went next to a window and looked through it seeing a group of niggas in suits pulling up with big ass guns. "Shít,"

"You know them?" He whispered as I looked at him.

"They own this shit. These those Italians. Why the fuck would he say this was a little pick up. He tryna get me killed?!" I spoke mad as I watch another car pull up. I heard the front door open and watched as a few niggas walked in looking around.

I slowly backed up looking at Cordell as he followed suit. We moved to the back of the building before going up some stairs to the main floor. There were obviously more guys up here. I sighed looking around.

"What are we gonna do?" He whispered dms king me looking him up and down.

"We? Nigga me. Fuck you," I spoke moving away from
him as he shook his head. First time this bitch ain't laughing and giggling. He's never serious and that's part of the reason I don't like him. Nobody is that happy.