Abusin' Ain't Dead.

M.I.A

I would really appreciate if y'all didn't try to tell how to finish my book, or how fast I should update. I have other things to do besides sit on wattpad all day. No disrespect, but I'm getting tired of it honestly...

|Brandon's POV|

"I found out where one of his trap houses are." Jarod told me. Today was the day.

"Where at?" I asked, throwing my phone down. I've been waiting to hear this for the longest.

"It's kind of out of town, four blocks down from that highschool beside McDonalds." He explained. I've come to be familiar with Cali now, so I knew exactly where he was talking about.

"Come with me." I ordered. "And bring Anthony, make sure y'all are strapped."

"What about Trigga and-"

"Did I ask them? Or did I ask for Jarod and Anthony?" I snapped. I don't give a damn about those two knuckle heads right now, I needed to get to my baby. They weren't even here.

He nodded and ran off to get his brother. I went outside to start my car up, but I noticed Kareem talking on the phone smiling. It couldn't have been Kirya, so I wonder who had his attention.

"Who got you grinning that wide, young blood?" I asked, smirking. He turned red once he noticed I was standing there, and waved me off.

I shook my head and got in the car. As soon as I got in, Jarod and Anthony did too. Before I pulled off, I rolled the window down.

"I'm gon' tell Kirya!" I yelled, laughing. He stuck up the middle finger, making the boys chuckle too. I loved that little boy, like he was my own. I couldn't interact with my little brother like that, even if I tried. But that's another story, for a different day.

"Where we going boss?" Anthony asked. I ignored him and continued driving to our destination. I dare Jarod to tell him where we going.

I pulled up to the trap house, parking my car across the street from it. As soon as I did, Jay called me. I sighed, rubbing my forehead. She's been blowing my shit up for awhile now.

"What man?" I answered, frustrated. I noticed Jarod and Anthony putting their shit on. I smirked, knowing my little niggas stay ready.

"After that night, you've been M.I.A. Wassup with that, did we do something wrong?" She asked, concerned.

"Nah, but I did. Look, don't call my phone nomore until I get shit straightened out."

"You're really trippin' King!" She yelled.

"Bitch, be gone." I chuckled, hanging up on her.

"Y'all ready?" I asked them. They nodded and we stepped out the car. In a few minutes, all my questions will be answered.

Before we could get to the door, I noticed Kendrick and Trigga walking up to us. On the outside I was looking at them confused, but on the inside I was happy to see them. No gay shit.

"How y'all niggas-" I started off.

"Nigga we have the same mindset as you." Kendrick said, in a duh tone.

"You think you was gon' go to a place like this, without us?" Trigga added.

I smirked and dapped them up. My niggas for life. They dapped Jarod and Anthony up too, then proceeded towards the front entrance.

We stepped inside and immediately guns were pointed at our heads. I thought we could catch these niggas slippin', because they weren't any guards outside.

Boy, was I wrong.

"Who sent you and why?" One dude asked.

"I'm King." I spoke boldly, unfazed by the guns. "That's Trigga, and Killa."