Word on the Streets

Niggas don't wanna beef

Laya left about an hour ago and now I was on my way to one of my clubs to deal with a situation.

Jay called me earlier about my books for this month being short by a few grand. While I do have CPAs that usually handle this, Jay has been in charge of my clubs' finances since before I was a rapper. We both ran the streets together and there's no one I trusted more with my business.

Shit got me tight man, I gripped the steering wheel even harder with just a thought of one of my employees stealing from me.

They lucky I ain't the street nigga I use to be. Instead of them being fired and out on they ass, it would've been two bullets to the head and a body bag.

I pulled up to the packed club and parked in my designated spot. Cutting the engine, I sent a message to Jay and made my way inside, ignoring everyone in sight.

I dapped up my head bouncer Reno and  walked to the back of the club, through the employees only door.

Jay, my manager Clarissa, and one of the bartenders stood in the back office looking at me.

"Now tell me why the fuck I get a text at midnight talking 'bout one of my employees stealing from me." I glared at all of them.

"Rissa I'm mainly talking to you. You the fuckin' manager, you supposed to be on top of this shit!" I yelled at her.

She swallowed hard and stepped up to speak, "I know East but I just found out about a week ago and I wanted to investigate before-".

"Nah fuck that cause yo ass lying. Jay told you a month ago. He told me too. I let it slide, I wanted to see what you was gonna fuckin' do but what the fuck should I expect when my manager the one stealing from me."

I looked her dead in her eyes. She fidgeted with the black dress wore and stumbled over her words trying to come up with an excuse.

Leaning back on the table behind me, I folded my arms and crossed my ankles.

"Jay tell me how these motherfuckas stole my money."

"Clarissa here, hires her dumbass boyfriend two months ago.  Exactly when the numbers wasn't added up. Then she cuts the cameras to the safe room every Saturday at 1:00 am for 5 minutes so he could take money out, put it in an extra cashier's drawer and hide it in the bar station. Now what they dumbasses forgot to do and what got them caught is that they never cut the fuckin' cameras in the hallway or by the fuckin' bar."

I rubbed my chin and let out a bitter laugh. If you gon steal from me, the least you could do is do it right.

Rissa's boyfriend looked up at her and exclaimed "You stupid bitch", before latching his hands around her throat.

I let them fight for a while before I pulled him off of her and slammed him against the wall. He landed on his back and was struggling to get up, until I rested my Timbland covered foot on his neck.

"So that's what yo pussy ass gon do Romelo?"

His eyes widened after hearing me use his first  name.

"Yeah lil nigga I know who the fuck you are. You use to run shit for ya brother back in the day. Yo ass and his should've been dealt with back then but here you are stealing from me. Look where you fam is now. Heard he locked up. I hope that nigga rot in there." I spat.

I had history with Romelo's brother. He was the reason why my cousin was now six feet under. He should be glad he in jail and not out here.

Clarissa was now at the opposite side of the room crying her eyes out.

I released my foot from his neck and spoke again.

"Y'all niggas get y'all shit and get the fuck out! Have my fucking money back here by Monday mornin' or you both gon come up missing."

If I'm being honest, the couple thousand they stole from me didn't hurt me in the slightest. It  was the principal of the matter. I may not be in the streets anymore but I damn sure still had an image to maintain and they must of forgot who I was.

"That's why yo cuz where he at now. I got somethin' fo yo ass too my nigga", Romelo spat as I turned my back to leave.

I spun around swiftly and punched him in his jaw causing him to stumble back onto the floor with a bloody mouth.

"Yeah you got my fuckin' money bitch. Reno get security to remove they ass NOW!"

I grabbed a rag from the table and wiped my hands as I walked back into the club with Jay.

"Shoota them already in VIP, you might as well stay for while."

I nodded my head and took the elevator to the third floor. I was mad as hell. A drink and a fat blunt might improve my mood.

VIP was crowded as hell tonight, most of the booths were already full. I pushed past the crowd that was around our usual table and grabbed the bottle of henny and filled my glass to the brim. Shoota handed me a blunt and all that was left to do was get high, then go home. Maybe Laya would be back in time to watch a movie or sumn.

I smirked at myself. Listen to that shit man.

I rather stay at home with Laya, then get head from one of these thirsty groupies out here.

My eyes gazed over the room to the booth in the far corner by the bar. I immediately noticed a thick ass girl shaking her ass next to the stripper in the cage. Her friends were standing on the velvet sofa throwing money at both of them. Shorty was really throwing that ass back too.

"Ain't that Laya?" Freaky questioned while following my eyes.

I sat up and squinted. Ain't no way in hell that could be Laya. She wasn't the type of girl to do that shit.

"Nah man that can't be her." I replied. Dismissing his statement completely.

Shoota laughed at me and pushed the female off of his lap, to turn around and investigate further.

"Hell yeah that's her. I know that ass from anywhere. That shit moving too."

I glared at him before Freaky shouted over the music.

"LAYA... AYE LAYA!"

She stood up straight and scanned the room before her eyes met mine. I got a good look at what she was wearing. Shit I wouldn't of let her leave if I saw the full fit. She had on one of the short silky dresses that wrapped around the front, and heels that wrapped around her ankles. It was cut real low so her chest was basically exposed. Her hair was pulled back as always and her makeup...that shit set it off.  Babygirl was fine.

And apparently I wasn't the only one who noticed.  This nigga at the bar kept eyeing her even after she stopped dancing. I was tempted
to go ova there and slap the fuck outta him for looking at what was mine.

She looked slightly embarrassed as she got down from the cage, smoothed her dress and made her way over to us.

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(Word on the Streets by Key Glock)