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got dressed in some dark jeans, a black shirt, a black hoodie, and some black low top Chuck Taylor's. I opted out of wearing jewelry whenever I went to meet up for some reason. After slipping my baseball cap down onto my head, I grabbed my personal and work phone before leaving.
    On the drive there, Rachel entered my mind. After that ass picture she sent me, she kept sending little pictures every now and then. She would send ones of her in the shower, lying in bed wearing lingerie, just all kinds of shit and she knew she looked good. At first I would just ignore it, but once I started seeing that it made my dick hard, I knew I needed to have a talk with her. I never saw myself as the cheating type, and even if I was, I was gonna suppress that shit.
    I dropped my whip off at the warehouse, and then hopped into the Nissan used for pickups. I pulled up to the location and noticed the truck was way bigger than the last time. Last time it was like a food truck, but this time it was just short of being an eighteen-wheeler. I was so confused as I threw the car into park.
    “Hey boo,” Rachel grinned with her fine ass.
    “Sup, ma; Tanya. What is this shit? I can't fit whatever is in there in this little ass Nissan van.”
    “Kill wanted triple the product he received last time, so we had to get a bigger truck. We're instructed to trail you to the warehouse where we will help you unload there,” Tanya replied.
    “Why the fuck did y'all have me drive over here if y'all were gonna follow me back? We could’ve just met at the warehouse,” I frowned.
    “Because Kill told us to. He didn't want us possibly getting lost, so he wants us to trail you there instead of giving us directions. This is a lot of product Kantwan, and if we detoured somehow and fucked something up, Kill would do the same to us, fuck something up,” Rachel explained.
    She was right, too. My brother had become more vicious and I didn't mind it at all. At home chilling, he was still the same Kilexis Camren, but when it came to the business, he didn't play around at all. He gave no second chances, and he would chop your head off without batting an eye. Being ruthless had become a part of who he was. He was never scared to kill a nigga, but he would be remorseful afterwards. These days, he didn’t give a fuck.
    “Aight, I get you. Come on.” I waved them on before jogging back to the van.
    They followed me to the warehouse, and I got out to open the huge automatic door so they could pull the truck in. Once all the way inside, I let the door down, and the three of us began unloading. I saw that this time the keys were loaded up into barrels marked with beer brands. I swear my brother was smart as fuck. I was happy he was in charge because he was the cleverest, even cleverer than Axel, oddly. The only time his “cleverness” annoyed me was when he would cancel out any ideas that I had, because he felt his were better.
    Three fucking hours later, we were finally finished unloading and packing the shit away. I didn't mind the long work time too much, because the three of us made casual conversation, which was cool. Rachel and Tanya were pretty laid back and shit, so it was nice to have someone to talk to while I put this shit away. Listening to music wasn't cutting it anymore, because I'd gotten tired of my playlist as of late.
    I went to sit down at one of the desks in the warehouse, before opening my laptop to log in the amount of bakery products. Kill hadn't changed the product listing to beer yet, so I just treated it the same. As I was typing, Rachel came over and sat at the edge of the desk. Although covered up completely, all I saw were those pictures she flooded my phone with.
    “Working hard, huh?” she grinned down at me before biting her lip.
    “I try to. Aye, what's up with you sending me pictures and shit?” I had to know what her intentions were. I was tired of pretending like the shit wasn’t happening.
    “You don't like them?” she cocked