Page 54 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

Nylah looked around the room with a slight grin.

“I don’t know,” she said low. “Part of me wants to give you a chance and see how things go. The other part of me believes what I’ve heard about you.”

“So are you the type of bitch that goes off what you saw or what you heard? ‘Cause to be honest with you…them bitches might want your spot.”

She sucked her teeth. “I'm here, ain’t I⁠—”

“I didn’t really give you any other choice, did I?” I asked, cutting her off.

Nylah rolled her eyes. “Nigga, come the fuck on before I walk the fuck out.”

I laughed. “Iight girl, come on.”

We stood up, and I led her to the back room.

“Stand here for a second.”

I walked ova to an oversized mirror that was in front of a closet door. I typed in the PIN and opened the door, revealing a blacked-out room.

“What the fuck is this?” Nylah asked. “The room you kill niggas in?”

“Girl,” I said with a slight attitude. “Walk in.”

She sucked her teeth and did what I said. I could feel that she was about to talk shit, but when those lights cut on and she saw all them guns hanging around, she calmed her ass down.

“We move guns through the city, big packs of weed if needed.”

She nodded, her eyes bouncing all ova the closet.

“So you tellin’ me, if I had a problem, you would handle it?”

“I can handle any and everything you need, ma, just tell me.”

She turned around and looked at me.

“I need you to not fuck up this chance I'm givin’ you. I don’t want no bullshit, and I don’t want to be played with.”

I walked in and towered ova top of her, making her look up at me.

“I wouldn’t do that to you, ma. I promise I got you.”

Nylah exhaled hard like she was worried, and I stopped her before she could even speak.

“You don’t have to trust me right now. I’ma show you that you can tho.”

That seemed to calm her down enough.

“So, what are we about to do?” she asked.

I walked around her and pulled down two Glock-18s and an AR-15.

“You want to ride with me to do a drop?”

“Yeah, let's do it.”

We walked outta the closet and walked out the room. Dre was waiting in the kitchen, and I handed him the guns to wrap them up. She watched him as I stood back and watched her when Blaze came in.

“You trust her?”