The vibration of his phone snapped him out of his thoughts. He just remembered that he turned his phone off when her entered Dr. Biggs office. Looking down at his phone, he had several missed calls and a couple of text. He opened his text from Stix, his pick up man. His job was to pick up the money from every trap house and keep the trap houses supplied. Chucky grimace at the text messages:
“CRAZI 8’s MONEY WAS FUCKED UP FOR THE SECOND TIME! I DIDN’T LEAVE ANY CUP CAKES BECAUSE HE’S STILL SHORT FROM THE LAST TIME AND HE HAD THE NERVE TO TALK SHIT! HE SAID YOU WILL GET YOUR MONEY WHEN HE GIVES IT TO YOU!! HIS BAKERY IS SHUT DOWN, WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO?” Chucky mumbled “This nigga is starting to be a problem!” Chucky started gathering his clothes as he ran to clean himself up. When he returned, Beany was nowhere to be founded. He texted Stix as he walked to his car: “I WILL HANDLE IT!!!”
Chucky jumped in his car and was shocked to see Beany sitting in the passenger seat. She had pulled her hair back in a ponytail and changed into a pair of leather pants with a short crop jacket and some combat boots. Her face was stern and serious but even then she was beautiful. Chucky started shaking his head no. “Bae, what you doing? You can’t go with me I got to go handle some business.”
“I’m going with you cause you need back up, I’m your ride or die nigga, this bitch fuckin’ up the money yo’ let’s go twist this nigga’s cap back!” She snapped.
Staring deeply in her eyes Chucky noticed how cold they were. They were the eyes of a killer, he no longer saw Chrissy the soft conservative diva he fell in love with, he no longer saw the sexy fun loving Beany that just sucked his dick like a porn star, he saw a stone cold soldier, Cola.
Chucky ran the idea through his mind. He knew he had a woman that was down for him in so many ways, she was everything he needed in one women. She had three distinct personalities, a wife, a sex kitten and a gangster! What else could a man ask for. Chucky knew right then and there he was going to wife her. Chucky smirked at her and asked, “You sure you down for this?
Cola popped a clip in her 17 shot 9mm, cocked it to make sure one was in the chamber, nodded her head and said, “LET’S GO ROCK THIS NIGGA TO SLEEP!”
Part 2 coming soon!
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