told me.
“ He’s acting like I’m trying to step on his toes or something.”
Chance ’s phone rang. It was shorty he was meeting up. I guess she was getting impatient on his ass. We said our goodbyes because we were both running late and I made my way in the house and downstairs to the basement. When I was a kid my father transformed it into his own personal den. It consisted of a comfortable leather sofa set, a sixty inch plasma television, a mini bar that was always stocked, a six piece table set that he used for poker nights and a pool table. I remember as a kid I wasn’t allowed down there. My father’s number one rule was no women and children allowed. It was his place for watching games with his friends and conducting meetings with his lieutenants.
My father is an ebony skinned, salt and pepper bearded old timer with a shaved head. When he was younger he looked like a linebacker because he was so tall and muscular. At fifty-two he was still in tip top shape because he worked out three days per week. He thought my brother’s and me that women were ladies and not our bitches, and we should treat them as such, but we weren’t trying to hear that shit. He never remarried after my mother’s death, sometimes I think he still ain’t over it.
The meeting had already started, so I took a seat by the door and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. I knew my pops hated when we were late. They were conducting the weekly earnings report for each lieutenant.
There were five of us, including myself and my twin; the other three were my uncle Elijah, his son EJ, and my pop’s best friend Ronny. Each lieutenant had a crew; it included a group of five niggas who were a part of our top echelon and were our most trusted niggas, these were the guys who made moves with us, and then there were a bunch of soldiers below them who fought our battles in the in the streets, transported our product from Miami, guarded our trap houses, and made product drop offs and money pickups. We sold the cocaine by the brick in the keys. My dad had a link in Miami that supplied us at a really good price and we were making a really nice profit from each brick. We had made an overall profit of a little over two million dollars this week. After the status report my pops said he had an announcement to make.
“ I’m retiring,” my father declared simply, sitting back in his favorite recliner and smiling at the surprised looks on all our faces. He never gave us the impression that he was ready to leave the game. Only, two days ago he and I were going over our plans for expanding our hustle. “I’ve been the head of this family since my older brother Drew went to prison and I took over. I’ve made us all some good paper. I think it’s time for me to sit back and relax and enjoy my money.”
“ Who’s gonna take over as captain?” uncle Elijah inquired, shooting a look between me and my twin.
“ I’ve been thinking about this for some time now,” my father responded. “And I’ve decided that Tyga is the most capable…”
“ You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Boss exclaimed, rising from his chair. “You’re gonna choose this nigga over me, when I’ve been the one you’ve been depending on for the past year. This nigga can’t even show up on fucking time, more so run this shit.”
I didn ’t dignify him with a response even though what he said had me pissed. It was always smarter to stay quiet and watch a nigga run off at the mouth showing their true colors.
“ Sit the fuck down Boss,” our father ordered. “I wasn’t done talking. You’re being disrespectful, and you wonder why I didn’t choose you.”
“ Because I won’t be your bitch that’s why,” my twin raged. “You’ve always preferred that nigga over me, it’s the only reason you’re picking him.”
“ My decision has nothing to do with you,” pops snapped. “Tyga is a lot better equipped to be a leader than you are. He’s good at
“ He’s acting like I’m trying to step on his toes or something.”
Chance ’s phone rang. It was shorty he was meeting up. I guess she was getting impatient on his ass. We said our goodbyes because we were both running late and I made my way in the house and downstairs to the basement. When I was a kid my father transformed it into his own personal den. It consisted of a comfortable leather sofa set, a sixty inch plasma television, a mini bar that was always stocked, a six piece table set that he used for poker nights and a pool table. I remember as a kid I wasn’t allowed down there. My father’s number one rule was no women and children allowed. It was his place for watching games with his friends and conducting meetings with his lieutenants.
My father is an ebony skinned, salt and pepper bearded old timer with a shaved head. When he was younger he looked like a linebacker because he was so tall and muscular. At fifty-two he was still in tip top shape because he worked out three days per week. He thought my brother’s and me that women were ladies and not our bitches, and we should treat them as such, but we weren’t trying to hear that shit. He never remarried after my mother’s death, sometimes I think he still ain’t over it.
The meeting had already started, so I took a seat by the door and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. I knew my pops hated when we were late. They were conducting the weekly earnings report for each lieutenant.
There were five of us, including myself and my twin; the other three were my uncle Elijah, his son EJ, and my pop’s best friend Ronny. Each lieutenant had a crew; it included a group of five niggas who were a part of our top echelon and were our most trusted niggas, these were the guys who made moves with us, and then there were a bunch of soldiers below them who fought our battles in the in the streets, transported our product from Miami, guarded our trap houses, and made product drop offs and money pickups. We sold the cocaine by the brick in the keys. My dad had a link in Miami that supplied us at a really good price and we were making a really nice profit from each brick. We had made an overall profit of a little over two million dollars this week. After the status report my pops said he had an announcement to make.
“ I’m retiring,” my father declared simply, sitting back in his favorite recliner and smiling at the surprised looks on all our faces. He never gave us the impression that he was ready to leave the game. Only, two days ago he and I were going over our plans for expanding our hustle. “I’ve been the head of this family since my older brother Drew went to prison and I took over. I’ve made us all some good paper. I think it’s time for me to sit back and relax and enjoy my money.”
“ Who’s gonna take over as captain?” uncle Elijah inquired, shooting a look between me and my twin.
“ I’ve been thinking about this for some time now,” my father responded. “And I’ve decided that Tyga is the most capable…”
“ You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Boss exclaimed, rising from his chair. “You’re gonna choose this nigga over me, when I’ve been the one you’ve been depending on for the past year. This nigga can’t even show up on fucking time, more so run this shit.”
I didn ’t dignify him with a response even though what he said had me pissed. It was always smarter to stay quiet and watch a nigga run off at the mouth showing their true colors.
“ Sit the fuck down Boss,” our father ordered. “I wasn’t done talking. You’re being disrespectful, and you wonder why I didn’t choose you.”
“ Because I won’t be your bitch that’s why,” my twin raged. “You’ve always preferred that nigga over me, it’s the only reason you’re picking him.”
“ My decision has nothing to do with you,” pops snapped. “Tyga is a lot better equipped to be a leader than you are. He’s good at
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