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I knew Chantel and with her, money talked. She didn’t want a damn thing from that nigga except a damn check and his sperm. I needed to sit her down and possibly have a talk with her and see if she wanted in on my little plan. Honestly, she really didn’t have a choice because I wasn’t taking no for an answer. When I wanted something, I went after it, even if that meant I had to take that shit. I honestly felt like Chantel might as well hop on board because she was crazy if she thought that Quan about to be dropping checks on her ass. So she might as well join me and my little plan and help me take all this nigga’s money.
Chapter 16: Quan
I was cruising down the streets, headed over to my mother’s house to make sure the house was straight because she had left to go to Vegas with her friends yesterday morning. It had been a month since the whole shit went down between Chantel and I. Honestly, I had the bitch blocked on all social networks and from my phone, so I had no clue what that lil hoe was up to. All my niggas were telling me to relax and not to act on my anger because if she ended up missing, most likely everybody would know that I had something to do with it and things wouldn’t look good in my favor. Since then, Charlie has had me by the balls, making a nigga check in damn near every hour, like she was my P.O or some shit. I guess when you fuck up that level of trust, then things have to be this way.
I was riding around listening to my new mixtape that I’d decided to call Hood Nigga Fetishes. That was some shit that I dropped because I wanted the fans to know that I wasn’t slipping on my music at all. This album was good because it was talking about the now. Most of the songs I wrote about, I talked about the shit I’d gone through; but this mixtape was simply my lifestyle. Charlie didn’t like half the damn songs because she didn’t like hearing about all the bitches that I’d fucked and the many threesomes that I’d had. It was really funny to see her face turn beet red when I played the mixtape for her for the first time.
Anyways, I was pulling up to my mother’s house. I honestly just planned on driving past, making sure the porch light and shit was on because I knew Monae wasn’t going to sleep in this big ass house all weekend by herself. It wasn’t until I was a red Camaro in the driveway, along with Monae’s BMW that I changed my mind. That instantly raised a brow because Quay was the only nigga in the hood with the tag on his car that said “QUAY.” I parked my car, jumped out and damn near ran up the driveway, hoping that I didn’t see some shit that I wouldn’t like. I used my key to quietly let myself inside. I took the steps two at a time and from where I was, I could hear constant moaning and groaning.
“Lord, please don’t let this be what I think it is,” I said, walking down to Monae’s bedroom. When I opened the door, I finally knew what it meant when people said, ‘Knock first.’
Here my baby sister was, getting her back blown out by my best friend. My nigga. My damn brother. He knew the code. He knew Monae was off limits.
“Nigga, you got one damn second to get the fuck off my sister before I blow your fuckin head off!” I spat, pulling the burner out of my jeans and aiming it towards his head.
