Forever My Trap Queen by Ameerah Cooper

Author:Ameerah Cooper
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Urban, United States, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: David Weaver Presents
Published: 2015-09-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Addicted to a love, no one never knew ever existed…..

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten thousand,” Fawn counted out loud. That one night turned into weeks that she had been selling drugs. It felt good but at the same time bad because now she wasn’t the same girl who attended Kaplan University part time. She was now a full time drug dealer in her small living room, sitting on her red couch, and counting drug money. In the streets, you didn’t need a degree for that.

She continued to count the money out loud, “Six, Seven, Eight, Nine-” It felt good running through her neatly manicured fingers. She loved the fast money and she knew it was much more where that came from. She was ready to take things to the next level and recruit more people to the team. She wanted to buy more product, get a better distributor, and get chicks to work the trap houses. Malachi and his boys could run the warehouse. Shaking her head, she knew Malachi wasn’t ready to leave the block.

Fawn was in the middle of sparking up a second blunt of that ooh wee when she heard someone fumbling with the locks at the door. Fawn stopped what she was doing. She began stuffing the money she was counting between cracks of the sofa. Pulling out her pistol from her purse that rested besides her, she stood up with it aimed at the door.

“These motherfuckers not about to catch me slipping today.” She felt her body temperature rising as her heart began to beat erratically. Being paranoid was an understatement and that came with the territory. In the streets moving how she was moving, you always had to stay on point.

Fawn was hustling better than any average nigga, which was why she always had the strap on her. She didn’t trust anyone, not even the niggas on her team. It seemed like no apartment they moved into lasted. You always had a thirsty nigga plotting on ways rob you.

It was the first of the month, which happened to fall on a Friday. Malachi had not been home for the past few days. It seemed like the more money they made, the more Malachi stayed in the streets instead of home. That is why Fawn was always in panic mode every time she was home alone.

Pop! Pop! Pop! She shot her gun.

“Yo, what the fuck Fawn? You about to pop a nigga soon as he come through the door.” Three bullets took off in his direction. If Malachi wasn’t on his A-game, she would have shot him dead on sight.

“I am sorry, baby. I wasn’t expecting it to be you walking through the door.” Fawn placed the gun down on the glass table that was in front of her.

Holding his hand over his heart, he was in shock. He took a few deep breaths. “I see that aim got better. We gotta move asap before you blow my fucking brains out!” He wrapped his arms around Fawn’s waist and lifting her up and gave her a kiss.

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