Bishop POV
It's been weeks since I seen a customer come into my little shop and it got me a little suspicious. I paid a detective to spy on all my customers and even my employees. I haven't heard anything from him as of yet. I'm really anxious to know who's the person that been cutting off my source. My business is real small but we pull in big bricks and it has to be someone close to me. I'm losing at least 24k each week and I don't know how I'm going to explain this to Carter. We have a baby on the way and if I don't catch this cat now I'll be broke and that's not the life I want to live. I ain't no nine to five type of nigga.
"Yo B some under cover pig is at the door for you" my young boy Jock told me.
"Bring him in J.O and treat him good. He's helping me out with something"
"Man aight boss." Seeing him walk out I lit my cigar and I waited.
"Bishop wassup" the detective said shaking my hand. I replied the gesture and pointed towards the seat in front my desk for him to sit.
"So what's the news man. I can't be losing business right now." Scratching my facial hair I waited for him to fill me in.
"So I gathered up a bunch of information for you. And it ain't no employee of yours." He looked around my office and then at the picture of me and Carter on my desk from the baby shower.
"Ay! You supposed to be telling me some news and the longer you wait the more upset I get." I snapped
"Listen Bishop, the person who had been taking all your product is a man by the name of Phillip Rogers. He is buying products and sending them to this house" I glanced at the picture of the house he showed me and my eyes bucked out of my head. My blood was boiling because that's Carter's house.
He showed me another picture of Carter and the man doing an exchange. I didn't know what to say or do. But when I get my hands on Carter it's a wrap for her.
Packing up his stuff the detective nodded his head towards me and left out my office. I wasn't going to hit her but I was going to play the game she was playing on me. I had a good strategy but all I need to do is put it in a game set that would demolish her.
Carter pov
"Money I'm gonna need you to move everything to the left side of the club because the interview is going to take place there" I been running around like a chicken with its head cut off for the last two hours. I didn't have any time for none sense.
"Lee Lee a man name Phil is here for you. Let him by?"
"Uhhh shit" I whispered. "Let him through Money. He's good"
"You sure? Cause he got some big strange bag." He stated reaching for his gun.
"Money I'm good. He's a friend of mine. We just closing a business deal" looking at me suspiciously he went to retrieve Phillip for me.
Phillip came in with an all black Armani Exchange suit on. He looked good to say the least. Embracing me in a hug I sniffed his Signature Gucci cologne.
"Wassup baby g" he said smirking at me. "I got your stuff" showing me the bag a feeling of guilt hit me.
"Yeah about that. Return it back to him. We're in a good place right now and the last thing I need is more drama. This is only going to get worse and I sense he's losing a lot of money over this. I called his connects and they're going to start sending him more stuff"
"Nah man I ain't returning nothing. But you can." He dropped the bag of guns and walked out.
Money ruffed him up while he was leaving. I don't know how I was going to return all these guns but I had to do it the safe way. Too many cops around and me carrying big ass duffel bags only makes it worse.