Page 9 of Too Many One Nights

“All you need to be worried about is if she can do her fuckin’ job or not. Her mental state should be of none of your concern. Especially when your shit is off-kilter,” he snickered.

“Fuck you,” I grimaced.

“Don’t even worry about it. I should’ve sent her to Stacks’ ass.” I burst into laughter because I knew this nigga was hot.

“Man, chill. I got you.”

“Yeah,” he retorted. “When can I tell her to go up there?”

“Anytime this week. Shoot me her name and shit, so I can tell, Kasha. After she fills out her paperwork, she can start.” Like I said, I bullshitted a lot, but I took my business seriously, so I wasn’t letting her collect a dime until she was in my system.

“’Preciate that, Buck. Let me get off this phone though and go let them know what to do.”

“You just tryna fuck on that girl before she gets off.” I laughed.

“Shit, that too.” We shared a laugh. “Love you, bro.”

“Love you too, bro.”

Once I hung up with Kilo, I finished up the order that I was doing and headed back up front to find Kasha. I found her in the stockroom. I gave her the rundown and what to do. She never questioned me, and I appreciated not having to curse her ass out about it. Once I had that squared away, I headed out to meet Stacks at the docks. I hope he didn’t plan on being out that muthafucka all night because I didn’t have time for none of the bullshit he was usually on. I needed to take my black ass to bed somewhere.

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When I got to the docks, I didn’t expect to see this nigga Craig bloody and hanging from the ceiling by his hands. Glancing over at Stacks, he was sitting in the corner chilling, smoking a blunt like he didn’t have a nigga hanging onto his life…literally.

“The fuck is you on, Jackson?” He hated when I called him by his government name, and I did the shit to piss him off, anyway.

“Fuck you,Lincoln,” he stressed. “And what I’m on is finding the nigga who was in charge of this shipment, and that shit was short.” When he explained that, I cut my eyes at Craig’s bitch ass and smirked.

“Word?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at Stacks, who was still seated in the corner.

“Word,” he exhaled. “Bitch ass didn’t expect me to pop up, and I caught him stashing shit off to the side.”

Walking up to Craig, I peered into his eyes. I could see the anxiety and fear dancing around in them. He was scared, and he had every right to be. He wasn’t making it out this muthafucka alive and would end up a cold case. I lived by ‘No Face…No Case’.

“You must be tired of living?” I taunted, as I walked to the corner and grabbed the axe that I knew Stacks had set aside prior to me coming. When Craig saw the axe in my hand, he started moving frantically, as if he could magically free himself.

“Bu-Buck, man. Pl-ease,” he begged.

Whack!

I pierced his back with the axe in one swift motion before yanking it out.

“Ahh!” he cried out.

“You sound like these bitches out here when they be begging for dick. I’on wanna hear that shit.”

Whack!

“I’on even want a reason or an excuse as to why you were stealing from us. It’s not like you weren’t paid well.”

Whack!

“You just got greedy. Who the fuck did you think you were gon’ sell our shit to without us knowing? Shit doesn’t come in or out this muthafucka unless it goes through DB.”

Whack!

“So, not only did you attempt to steal my shit. You dumb as fuck for not thinking the shit through. For that, my boy. I gotta kill you.”

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