Abusin' Ain't Dead.

It's Settled.

|Kendrick's POV|

"Pops, where is Kareem?" I asked, tying my shoe.

"You know he's with Kirya. I think he went with her to get her things, I'm going to try to get custody of her."

"You really gon' let them live together? That's not fair at all, I couldn't NEVER let company stay over." I said, mean mugging him.

"Oh trust, they're going to be in separate rooms. Now I suggest you get that look off your face, before I do it for you."

I chuckled and went outside where Brandon and Trigga were.

"King this, King that! Shut the hell up!" Brandon yelled into the phone, before hanging up.

I shook my head at him. I wonder about that boy sometimes.

"What done happened now?" Trigga asked, while dapping me up.

"Lisa called me and said the boys are getting out of control. Moves have barely been made and less of our money is being brought in. She even said Brielle has been bad mouthing, and they ain't do shit about it." He stressed.

"If that's the case, then why you yelling at her? It isn't her fault."

"Man, I don't know.. I'm just tired of everyone calling me about the boys, and I'm not there to fix it." He mumbled.

"That ain't the only reason.." Trigga snickered, causing me to join him.

"Fuck both of y'all! Let's just go get them boys straight, so I can finish my mission. We waisting time."

I nodded in agreement, and we locked the doors.

Atlanta baby, here we come.

|Brielle's POV|

"Haha, I'm not saying shit." I smirked.

"This bitch..." One boy mumbled. "Boss is gon' be mad at us, hell all of em are."

"Hell yeah, look at this place. Then we been slackin' on sells, one of us is dying man." The other boy said, shaking his head.

"Well maybe if y'all help me, I can help y'all." I suggested.

"Shut the fuck up!" A female voice yelled, before they could respond.

I couldn't move, because I was tied up but when the girl came around I rolled my eyes. I've been dealing with this bitch shit, since day1 and I'm tired of it. When I get out, I'm killing them all.

"Fuck you doing in here Lisa? Ain't you the receptionist or some shit?" I asked, mugging her.

She gave me a fake smile, then rolled her eyes before sitting down beside the two young boys.

"I came in here to let you know you need to stop saying little slick shit, it's getting real annoying."

"Oh boo hoo, like I give a damn. There isn't anything you can do about it, so hush."

Next thing I know the bitch had hit me and when I say hit, I mean HIT! My mouth is leaking and all the boys could do was laugh.

"I don't know want to here no funny shit from you nomore, let that be a lesson. And y'all young asses need to clean this damn trap up, before the big dawgs get here." She told them, before leaving out

I licked the blood off my lips and laughed silently. Karma is a bitch, that's all I'm gon say.

couple hours later

Just about 30 minutes ago, I had fallen asleep. I quickly woke up when water was splashed in my face.

"Wake up bitch." Brandon smirked. It's funny how we went from being close, to this but aye.. shit happens.