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24.

Nicki

"Babygirl, let's go, we gotta go now so we can see your Uncle Charles!" My mother yelled up the stairs to me. I put down my Bratz doll and ran all the way downstairs and jumped in her arms.

"Mommy Uncle Charles look like Biggie Smalls." I said as I latched my arms around her neck.

She kissed me cheek and put me down. We walked to the car and she told me to buckle up. She got into the driver's seat and drove to the middle of now where. We pulled up to this very big white ware house and she got me out of the back.

"Come on Babygirl, we late."She tugged me along the dirt path. Two very large men slid the doors open and she nodded at them. I didn't even notice the dufel bag that she held in her other hand. We went to the elevator and rode it to the top floor. We exited the elevator and we walked up to one of the numerous rooms in the hallway.

She turned the knob and there he sat at the biggest red oak desk in history. "Charles, I don't want her to see this."

"Nicki needs to start now if you want her to be sucessful in life." His sinster smirk always scared me. I hid behing my mother legs as he looked dead at me.

"Its bad enough I let her fight and you want her do this shit. No have one of your goons watch her while we do business." My mother said sternly.

Uncle Charles sighed and pressed a botton on the phone he had his desk, "Take the girl to a room and make sure she stays there."

Two seconds later one of the men that was outside came and got me. We walked farther down the hall and I looked back to see a worried look on my mother's face.

"Stay here. I don't wanna hear shit from you." the guy said.

I sat down and looked at the multiple things that looked like ammo and guns. Mommy said if I ever touch a real or fake one it was my ass so I sat there in the middle of the room with nothing to do. It was already late so I went to sleep on the floor.

I woke up to her violently shaking me, telling me to wake up. "Mommy Im up. Can we go home now?" I cried.

"Babygirl, you gotta listen to me and listen good. You gotta be strong no matter what okay. Im going to the store. Uncle Charles is going to take you home in a couple of days sweetheart."

"Mommy no. You don't have to go to the store Im not hungry. I just wanna go home with you and Daddy. I don't wanna stay with Uncle Charles. Please." I pleaded.

"I know." She hugged me and patted down my curly hair. "I know. I love you, Babygirl." She kissed my forehead and ran out of the room. I got up and tried to chase after her down the hall to the elevator. But Uncle Charles grabbed me and I cried on his shoulder.

"Is she coming back?"I asked sobbing.

"I hope Nicki. She just had to handle a few things for me and your father...Do you want anything?" He asked very concerned because I never cry in front of him.

"My mommy!" I sobbed louder and louder.

"Hey Babygirl. Its been a while." he grinned the same way he did that day.

"Don't call me that my name is Nicki." I said plainly, clearly not as happy to see him.

"Who is the little nigga you brought with you? I thought he would have punked out by now." He laughed.

"Im her boyfriend and I will never punk out when it comes to her." Ray said.

Uncle Charles sighed and told us to follow him through the main floor. Men and women were half naked with mask on their faces standing around round tables. Their were bagging pills, coke, and weed, at separate tables. "Welcome to the Process." He said leading us through the workers. "This is were our shit comes and were cut and chop it and bag it then we send it to the streets." He held up his hands and somebody threw an ready weed bag to him. "This is that good shit that goes to all the parties held by stars. We supply nothing but the best. If it aint good then we hittin up the niggas that sold us the product." We continued to walk through the work floor.

"Why the fuck we here? I know it aint for no damn tour." I complained. I hate being anywhere near my uncle. He turned around when we stop at a door the was huger than the one we came in.

"Your here because your father also known as my brother asked to see you. And as you should know he can't be walking in and out yall damn house at fucking will. Now ask another dumb ass question." He said calmly. "Plus when we dead and gone, you get this since my son already disagreed to having anything to do with this side our business."

"Tell me what does Trey do since I have no choice in what the hell I get to do in life." I starred him right in the eyes as I crossed my arms.

"He gets us the law link we need to sucessed, sweetheart." He grinned and slid the door open.

Ray

We walk into yet another huge room but it had more and office floor setting. In the middle stood her father with his arms crossed.

"The fuck took you so long?" Her father asked dapping up his brother.

"I was showing the future owner the Process. I thought she needed a better look at it. You sure bout little nigga he seem scary." Charles quesioned. They both eyed me and laughed.

"Yeah, he straight. Think he would be here if he wasn't." Her father asked.

"Can yall leave my boyfriend alone and tell us why the fuck Im away from home." Nicki said clearly annoyed by the various amount of shade being thrown my way.

"Oh so he your boyfriend now. Just a couple of weeks ago he was just another nigga." Her father scoffed.

"Feelings change." She pointed out.

"Yeah uhnun...Go upstairs and get some rest. Trey will be here tomorrow and yall start yall training with him." Charles said. He lead us to the elevator and press the sixth floor and told us to go to the second to last door on the left.

It was two beds in the room and we decided that we was going to share a bed. Nicki didn't feel like talking about anything that just happened. She was wondering about her cousin Trey more than worrying about going to sleep. I had to force her to actually lay down and that consisted of me laying on top of her.

"But like he always gets the easy way out. If shit go wrong he can just transfer to a new district or some shit." She complained.

"What's the worst that can happen to you then Nicki." I joked.

"Niggas can get caught, shot, stabbed in the back by the best man on the squad...kiddnapped." She listed.

"Name one good thing for me." I told her.

"......I have you with me." She smiled. I leaned my face closer to hers and kissed her lips.

"Damn right." I said proudly.