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“’Preciate you. Stay around for a few more minutes. I need you to be my eyes above. I already got another truck en route to me and they should be here shortly. I need the roads blocked off so no one can travel this road while we make this switch. Can you make that happen for me?”

“It ain’t like I’m doing shit else.”

I pulled behind the truck and grabbed my gun. This was the lifestyle my brother wanted no part of, but was dragged into it for a short part of his life. That was the part that Averie always mentioned. You had to be grimy and have a don’t give a fuck about a nigga life attitude in this shit. I snatched the driver’s side door open to see a woman knocked out on the steering wheel. On the passenger side, I could see a male barely clinging to life. I had a better chance with the bitch. I put a bullet in the nigga and took the seat belt off the woman and dragged her ass out the truck.

Minutes later, I had two dump trucks, a box truck, and a tow truck. The dump trucks were solely for appearance. They were dressed up like road workers to distract anyone that was able to slide through the roadblocks ahead.

“What you need, Meek?” one of my boys asked.

“Chain this bitch up and throw her in the back of the dump truck.”

The other box truck backed up and we went to work to switch the pallets. We worked as quick as we could. The sun was going down, and I needed to get back to the city.

“Aye, take this nigga and this truck and get rid of it. I don’t want shit left of this muthafucka. Not a bone or a piece of fuckin’ metal from this raggedy muthafucka.”

“I got you, Bruh.”

Before I could get back in my truck and pull off, one of my dispatchers was calling.

“What?”

“Shameek, truck twenty-two just pulled back up to the warehouse.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Yeah, said he got robbed.”

I hated a lying muthafucka. If he was dumb enough to think I would believe that, he deserved to get what was coming to him.

“I’ll be there in an hour,” I said, hanging up.

I followed the dump truck and box truck back to the warehouse. To make the shit believable, I had them wait outside until I signaled for them to come in. I needed to have a conversation with my driver first just to see if the nigga had the heart to tell me the truth. As soon as I pulled in and the doors closed behind my truck, he ran up to me.

“Meek, they got me, Bruh.”

I didn’t say anything. I got out and slammed my door. He had caused so much bullshit for the day. I went from getting my dick rode to meeting my pops at another warehouse to discuss business to chasing down my fucking product. Now that I had my shit back, I was able to let my Pops know why I had to leave in such a hurry.

“Who got you?” I asked calmly.

“I don’t know who it was. They came out of nowhere.”

“How many was it?” I leaned against my truck, waiting for the next lie.

“I couldn’t tell, really.”

I pushed off my truck and walked past him to climb into the box truck. The bitch was empty, but I acted like I was shocked.

“They jumped out with rifles and shit. Took my phone and all. Then they put some wand shit around the truck and went to pulling out the GPS on that bitch.”

“What they look like?”

“They had masks on.”

I stared at him. He couldn’t look me in my eyes.

“Did you get hurt?” I looked him over.

“Nah, they just told me to shut the fuck up, and I’ll live.”