They started talking about the club opening. They were only planning on being there for about 30 minutes, probably less. But it was good for some ownership to be there when it opened. Showed people who the club belonged to and it was simply just good for business.
Nick eyed the gun in Adrian's lap.
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Knocking on the door and waiting
He didn't know if his brother wasn't sleeping
He knocked again a bit louder, this time he heard movements. A couple of seconds later a pissed Nasir opened the room door.
"Niko gon somewhere with that drunk shit yo. Go in the fuckin' room down the hall."
"Ian not drunk"
"Not doin' this shit wit' you tonight bruh. Sleep on the fuckin floor." He said about to close the door.
Sometimes he helped Niko when he got drunk. Most times he didn't feel like it. He just let him sleep where he wanted most the time, which 6 time out of 10 was strangely the floor.
"I'm not drunk nigga, get out the room."
Nasir blankly watched him feeling nothing but irritation and he walked out the room closing it behind him.
"What the fuck do you want Niko. It's 2am."
"Did anybody else have the type of pistols that was in the missin' shipment?"
That caught his interest.
"Fuck no. I designed that shit and it was only 300. The carbines and the Benelli was the only military grade shit on the shipment. It was only cost me 12 instead of the normal 5 cause of the fuckin' pistols."
"..I think I seen somebody with one. But I don't know I tried to ask but the nigga wasn't really focused on the shit."
"Niko this ain't something to think you know." Nasir said before pulling out his phone
"You was close enough to see details?"
"Yea"
pulling up showing him a picture of one of the guns
"We don't know if that's-"
Before he finished his sentence Nasir damn near snatched the phone from out his hand.
"Who the fuck you seen wit' my shit Nick "
"Don't be gettin' all hostile wit' me and shit. Imma just figure it out."
"Niko ion think you understanding me. But you gon fuckin' listen cause, I promise you im not gon say this shit again."
His voice was normal and his body language was calm.
But Nick knew better than that.
"You don't get to make fuckin' choice no more. I don't give a fuck what you think you got handled cause clearly you don't got shit handled if we in this situation right now. If you was somebody else you would've been fuckin' dead.
So no, you not gon sit here and figure shit out. But what you gon do is give me a name, cause I promise if I go lookin for them myself ain't gon be good for nobody, including you."
"ManMan"
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Polo G so fuckin fine, imma use him as a fc for my next book.
by the way yawl I dropping a next book in like a month or so.
YOU READIN pookie🤨?!
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