Cold

Chapter 4.

Nariah POV

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We walked in, and it was like 6 niggas in this b***h. I looked and saw that each one the men had a gun either tucked in the front of their pants, in the back of their pants, or even held a gun in their hands.

Then I directed my attention to the man who was sitting behind the desk. It was the man from Five Guys. So this is Cold.

"Have a seat," He instructed in his deep ass voice. Unc and Oj sat down fast while I took my damn time. Cold eyes went to me and stared at me in my eyes. I stared at him back, not even giving a f**k.

"Who is she?" He asked Unc. Unc glanced at me then back at him.

"I can speak for myself," I said and watched as everybody stared at me. "And my name is G," I stated. My Uncle O and Oj looked at me like you better shut the f**k up. I shrugged and continued watching Cold and his workers. One of his men tried to pull their gun out at me, but I already had mine out. They all looked shocked.

"G, put the gun down," Uncle O said. I wasn't putting s**t down until the b***h nigga beside me put his down.

"Not until this busta' put his down," I said mugging the hell out of the nigga that had his gun aimed at me.

"Put it down, B," Cold said to his man. I watched as he did so. Then I lowered mine.

"So you are here to make a deal, right?" Cold asked. My uncle nodded.

"Yes, the white girl. We are thinking about 20 kilos every week." My Unc said. Cold nodded. Unc and O started talking to each other while I was looking around the room.

"$10,500 for 20 kilos," Cold said. My Uncle O turned to Oj, and they discussed while I just sat and made sure nobody else was trying to pull some s**t.

I would say some but they made it clear last time they didn't need my input, so f**k it. They just won't know they getting cheated big time.

I was looking around and I caught eyes with Cold. I guess he tried to intimidate me by the look he was giving me. I just stared back like the real nigga I am. He smirked.

"Okay, we acc-" Unc said but I cut him off.

"No," I said. Cold and his men looked shocked about my comment. I looked at Unc and he looked at me with that look. That look a momma gives their child when they have done some s**t in public, but she can't do anything because y'all are in public, but as soon as y'all get home, yo ass hers. I chuckled a lil.

"Doofus here is cheating you, Unc," I said referring to Cold.

"How?" Uncle O asked.

"20 kilos ain't no damn $10,500. 20 kilos shouldn't be no more than 2500- 3,000 dollars." I said as I checked my phone and seen a text from an unknown number. I looked up and seen a man pointing his gun at me. I smirked at his b***h ass. His b***h ass steal had the safety on.

I looked at my Unc and Oj, and they looked at me like I had lost my mind. I whipped out my gun fast and shot the nigga, that had his gun aimed at me, between the eyes. He fell to the ground. Then I looked and seen all the men looking shocked, but Cold looked emotionless.

"G!" My Uncle O said mugging me. Then He looked at Cold. "Cold I apologize on-" He was cut off by Cold lifting his finger up telling him to sthu. I swear my Unc a lil p***y on the inside.

Cold looked at me and then at Unc and OJ.

"Leave," He said to them. They looked a little skeptical but still got up. They looked at me once before they left out. Scary assess. Cold looked at his men and told them to leave too.

After they left, we just sat there in complete silence for about 35 minutes. He's just be staring in my face like a damn retarded ass person.

My phone vibrated again. I looked at it and read it. It was the same number from earlier.

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* Text Messages *

From: Unknown

Disx Bre, kan I kome tonite

From: Unknown

I no yhuu see me tex yhuu

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I'm so tired of this dumb ass, illiterate ass b***h. Her dumb ass can't even spell.

"That's disrespectful." Cold said. I looked at him and mugged him.

"My nigga, you have been staring at me for about an hour," I said and he just smirked.

"You know you gotta pay for killing one of my men, right?" He said and I shrugged.

"Man, look, I ain't with that Fifty Shades of Grey type of s**t. You ain't sticking s**t in my sweet tart." I said seriously. He just looked at me emotionless.

"I ain't the type to force you into s*x. I got too many hoes that can fulfill my needs." He said. I nodded.

"Cool t**s," I said not even caring. His face looked amused.

"But I do have a proposition for you," He said. I looked at him with an eyebrow rose.

"What?" I asked.

"I want you as my assistant," He said.

"Explain," I said.

"I need you to travel with me to all my meetings and do what you just did. Call out the bullshit." He said.

"Well, you are a smart man from what I've heard, so why do you need me?" I asked.

"Because I need someone like you on my team," He said.

"I'll think about it," I said.

"I mean you really don't have a say so. I'm not taking no for an answer." He said. I rolled my eyes at him. "Oh, and another thing," He started.

"You have to move in with me," He said. He has me f****d up.

"f**k no!" I stated

"I ain't asking, I am fuckin' telling you." He said and I chuckled.

"But here's the thing, I don't f*****g take orders like all these other mothafuckas' that kiss your ass. I'm G, and I won't take yo' s**t. PERIODT! I said. He smirked.

"Well, G, I'm Cold and whatever the f**k I say, it goes. I don't give a f**k if you or your moms don't like it, I get what I want. All of the time!" He said and leaned back in his chair.

"Whatever, what the hell you want?" I asked mugging him "I got s**t to do," I added.

"I already told you. I need you to move in with me and be my personal assistant." He said and I looked at this nigga like he had 2 heads.

"Now, why the f**k would I do that?" I asked. "I got my own s**t and own life and job. I can't just quit my own life and jump to your call." I said.

"You killed one of my men, so this is the consequence," he said and I mugged him.

"Fine. BUT I don't work for free." I said and he looked taken back.

"Money ain't an issue," He said and got up.

"You can go to yo house and pack up all your s**t. I'll tell my driver to come to get you." He said and I nodded. I got up, walked out of the office, out the door, and walked to where Uncle O's driver once was parked. But he wasn't out here. I know these motherfuckers ain't leave me.

I went back in and went to Cold's office. I went in without knocking, and it was a girl getting on her knees. She was cute. I shrugged.

"What?" He asked.

"I need a ride," I said. He nodded and called his driver.

"He's out front." He told me. I walked out of his office and walked to the front then walked out of the building. I got there and seen an older black man standing by a black Escalade. He looked about 50 ish.

"Hello, I'm Jaxon Reed. I'm Cold's driver." He said and I nodded respectfully. I respect my elderly, sometimes.

He opened the door for me, and I got in. He went to the driver's side and looked in the mirror and smile.

"Where to?" He asked.

"2001 Jack Rd," I said and he nodded and looked at me.

"What's your name, miss?" He asked.

"G," I said. I don't know him.

"Real name," He stated.

"Sir, I don't give out my real name to strangers," I said and he chuckled.

"Why?" He asked. I shrugged. "Ok, G." He said and I nodded.

We rode in complete silence as he played some slow music. I looked out the window and began thinking about what had just happened. I can't believe this s**t.