I stared down at the white rock waiting to be chopped up. A nigga never been so pressed in his life, and this is what calmed everything around me once upon a time.
My cell rung and I looked at the ID uninterested if it was only bad news, but to find that out I had to pick up. "I hope you calling with only good news my nigga"
It was one of P.K. men, he hired to locate Jay'monie for me.
"I got 2 updates for you my dude, both good G"
"Speak up then"
"We got Jay'monie at the Den"
The Den was about 3 hours away from town, it was one of many of P.k's sites for storaging his girls. Forgotten and gone forever. It was some sad shit but most of the bitches were scandalous anyways. When Monie told me her plan of setting Tanisha up, I couldn't let that go down. So I posted more money up for her instead of Tanisha.
"What's the other news?"
"We found Tanisha"
I closed my eyes pressing the gun repeatedly on my head "this is good, what's the details" I started cutting up the rock
" she was with a man, we haven't ID him yet but we followed them.they brought suitcases , boxes, tape... Looks like she's getting ready to move in or move out"
My jaws clenched together in anger "find out who that nigga is and where he's taken my wife today, do a house check today and text me there address"
"I'm on it" I hung up and stood taking two lines with me and calling Randy
"Yo yo"
"Its Rome"
"Wassup"
"Did Tanisha happen to leave her locker locked ?"
"Why you asking "
I bit my lip "nigga don't fucking question shit, answer my question muthafucka" I paced the room
"Her locker still has he lock up there yes"
"Do you know if its money in there?"
"I doubt, nisha took her cash home"
"Call her tomorrow at 8am do you hear me? Let me know when she agrees to meet you"
"What makes you think she going to come" I hung up
If it was something important in that locker she would. I walked out to join my niggas in the lab, as the measured and bagged products. My mind was wheeling around fast, I needed her to come back to me. Even if I had to take shit into my own hands
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MidNight
Non-FictionTanisha Bloom was 22 years old worked as a interned pharmacist from 12PM to 8 PM and a stripper from 10:30PM to 4AM all while taking weekend college course for being a pharmacist. No children, a invested Bank & savings, A home [in her fiancé name] i...
