Worst Behavior

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 Shayne's P.O.V

My name is Shayne I'm 20 years old and the son of one of the biggest Kingpin's in the South. My dad owns his own Cartel ran by himself. As soon as my dad dies I take over. Until then im just a king in the making.

I run about six different warehouses and handle all the imports coming from our connects. My dad has connects all over the world; Cuba, Russia, Trinidad, Jamaica, Hondorous, Mexico and etc.

My dad and I don't necessarily get along. After my mom died he finally decides to show up in my life. The only reason I let him in is because he said I can have the Cartel when he's long gone.

I grew up with nothing. My mom had to sell her body for money just to get me shoes because the ones I had were worn out.

The night my mom died is a night I'll never forget. I was 15 and she had a client in the house. He wanted more but she knew that I had to get up for school in a couple hours and didn't want him in the house when I did. She thought I didn't know about her prostitution.

Anyways, he didn't want to leave so when my mom tried to get him to leave he pulled a gun out on her. I was looking through the crack of the door the whole time.

She backed up towards the window and pleaded for him not to take her life, but he pulled the trigger anyways.

After that I haven't been the same. My dream when I was younger was to be a basketball player. But when I was sent to a boys group home I had nothing and no one.

I soon got a call from my dad telling me that he heard about my mom, and till this day I think he set up her death on purpose. Without me my dad wouldn't have anyone to help run his Cartel because he can't trust anybody but blood.

But to be honest blood aint shit and I learned that the hard way.

After my mom died I was given the option to live with a family member. I only knew the family on my mom's side but none of them wanted me in there homes. It wouldn't have hurt them to just take me in; maybe I wouldn't be so evil like I am.

But all that shit is in the past, and as long as im getting this money that's all I need to be worried about. I'm looking forward to taking over Atlanta and the entire south in about 5 years.

 "Aye lil mama you gotta go" I said waking up this girl named Trina I brought home from the club last night.

She was fine as fuck, and when she heard I was Shayne Livingston she was drooling all over me in the club so I had to take her home.

I aint looking for a relationship cause a nigga don't have time for feelings and shit. So I got a quick nut out of her.

"But baby" She said rolling over to face me.

She had light brown colored skin, high check bones, hazel and grey eyes, long sandy brown hair and a body like Kim K.

"Nah aint no baby shit around here, you lucky I let you spend the night" I said being as rude as usual.

Call me an asshole or whatever you want but I know half these hoes only want what's in my wallet and I aint dumb enough to give it to them.

"Your attitude is such a turn off" She got up and reached for her clothes that was laying on the floor.

I chuckled and got up to put on my Tommy boxers. "Don't feel no type of way ma I do this to all the hoes"

She glared at me. "Are you at least going to take me home?" She asked putting on her heels.

"Nope, but I can call you a cab" And with that I grabbed my iPhone off the night stand and dialed the cab service.

"Asshole" I heard her say under her breathe.

After Shorty left I decided to get dressed and take a trip to the trap house where all my boys are at.

I got out my car and I was greeted by the red nose pit bulls that stay outside for guard. Shit them pits is better then real security guards sometimes.

I called my boy Chris to come open the door. We don't do that knocking on the door shit, so if somebody knocks it can be one or two people; the police or an enemy.

"Yo Wassup my nigga" Chris said into the phone.

 "Nigga come open the door" I hung up and instantly the door opened.

 I walked in and was greeted with the smell of purple haze.

"Wassup Shizzle" My bro Jr. Bird said dapping me up.

Jr. Bird and I have been friends since high school. He was the nigga that told me to take my dad's offer into being in the Drug ring business. So when I got in I put him down with the drugs and he been holding it down with me ever since.

"What up dawg" I replied.

On the couches were; Jr. Bird, Chris, Kenny, Buda, and Meech. We all had the dream of being a basketball player back in high school. But like I said drugs took over and that dream quickly faded. But we still play ball from time to time.

"I saw the lil honey you took home after the club how was the pussy?" Chris asked me as he puffed on the fat blunt and passed it to Buda.

"It was alright, it wasn't the best I had" I said sitting down next to Kenny and grabbing a bag of weed to roll up.

"Yeah, cause the best you had was Mariah's" Meech said mentioning my ex girlfriend from high school.

Mariah was my first love, my first kiss, my first pussy. She was my first everything, but she wasn't faithful. After she got pregnant and got an abortion because she didn't know if I was the father or not I lost all respect for her.

I hate people who can't take responsibility for their own actions, and abortion is an example.

Mariah is the reason why I stop loving these hoes and start fucking these hoes and leaving these hoes. I knew that I would never fall for a bitch ever again, it's not worth it.

"See look at him all thinking bout the pussy and shit" Kenny said taking me out my thoughts.

"Niggas shut the fuck up cause last time I checked, YOU'RE pussy whipped, YOU'RE pussy whipped" I pointed at Meech and Kenny. "And YOU are the definition of pussy whipped" I lastly pointed at Buda.

Meech, Kenny and Buda all had baby mommas and were pussy wiped by them. Anything they girls told them to do they did it. There was no way in hell I would be like that. Jr. Bird, Chris and I know better.

"Man I'm only with her because of my son" Buda defended himself.

"I'm only with her cause of my son" Jr. Bird mocked him making all of us laugh. "Nigga shut that shit up, but how is ya lil nigga?" He asked.

"He bad as shit" He said rubbing his temples.

"And ya'll got rugrats running around. NO SIR not me" I said quoting Rick Ross. "You can save that shit for the birds"

"Man my lil girl is a blessing" Kenny said hitting the blunt and blowing out a row of O's.

"Thank god she looks like her mother" Meech said smacking Kenny upside his head.

"Ya'll niggas are a trip" I said laughing at my boys.

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket and looked at the caller I.D it was Joseph; my dad.

"Talk to me" I said handing the blunt over to Chris.

"We need to talk about a few things" His husky voice said into my ear. "So come over to my house, and I know you with those knuckle headed friends of yours so bring them too"

"Alright, see you in a few" I hung up the phone.

"Let me guess boss gotta talk to us" Jr. Bird said like he was listening to the conversation.

"Yeah yup, let's head out"

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