Page 12 of Too Many One Nights

IhadtogotoDeLuca Enterprises today to go over some contracts. I tried to split my time between all of my businesses, with here and Linc’s being my chief priority. When I pulled up, I parked in my designated spot and headed straight to the elevator to my office. Once I stepped off, I nodded at our secretary, Rachel, and went straight to the office. When I walked in, Stacks was already in there, sitting behind my desk like this was his shit.

“Nigga, the fuck you doing in my shit when yours down the hall?” I spat as I knocked his feet off my desk and onto the floor.

“Waiting on yo’ slow ass to get here.” He got up. “How much shit you gotta do here today?” He took a seat on the opposite side of my desk as I took my seat.

“I got a few contracts to go over and some meetings to set up. Why? What you got going on?”

“I need to go holla at Gator. Nigga been bucking Kilo for a minute and I guess he thinks shit sweet because we ain’t ran up on his ass yet.” I nodded because I knew exactly who and what he was talking about. Gator’s bitch ass thought because he was Kasha’s baby daddy, he had special privileges. She may have cared about that nigga, but I didn’t. I already didn’t want to work with the nigga, but Kilo was trying to do Kasha a solid and keep his money coming in while he was on the inside. It’s not like we weren’t making sure he was straight, but it wouldn’t be Kilo if he didn’t do shit his way.

“Aight. Let me get through with this shit first and I’ll slide with you.”

“Bet. But check it. Wassup with the new bartender?” he asked with a smirk.

Returning his smirk, I said, “Ain’t shit. Why?” For some reason, I was hoping he didn’t say that he hit. Usually, I didn’t give a fuck about shit like that, but Goldie had a different effect on me I couldn’t explain.

“I tried to holla at her fine ass, but she turned me down like I was an ugly ass nigga or some shit, but then I noticed how y’all looked at each other. You plotting?” He smirked.

“You need to stop hitting on my damn staff. You can’t stay out Kasha’s face no matter how many times she shuts the shit down.” He waved me off. “As for Goldie?you late. I hit a few weeks ago. The night we had that meeting with Maseo. She was at the bar. That’s who I left with,” I informed.

“You’on waste no time. Wait ’til Kilo hears this shit,” he guffawed.

Laughing at his antics, I finished up the business I was there to take care of and left out with Stacks in tow. While he hopped on his bike, I got into my car with him trailing me to Kasha’s spot that she shared with that bitch ass nigga. When we got there, Kasha’s car was in the driveway. That was unusual because she should’ve been at work by now. It was only a little after nine, but she was still usually there by ten. Taking the small stride, I walked the short distance from my car to the driveway. When we got to the door, Kasha was walking out.

“Buck?” She looked at me, then over at Stacks. “What are you doing here?” she asked, eyes scanning mine for clues.

“Business. You on your way in?”

She nodded. “I left my phone and came back to get it.”

“Aight.” She held my gaze for a second before placing her eyes on Stacks. “I’ll see you at the bar,” I said dismissively.

“Lemme get that for you, beautiful,” Stacks flirted as he opened the door for Kasha then closing it after he said something to her I couldn’t hear.

Shaking my head, I let myself in.

“Kash! Why you left the door…” his words trailed off when he saw me and Stacks standing in his living room like a couple of bounty hunters.

“I’m not in the mood for all the pleasantries,” I spat. “The fuck is the rest of the money from the last three drops, nigga?” I cocked my head to the side, waiting for him to say something to piss me off.

“The fuck you tryna say?” he snarled. “I gave y’all all that nigga’s money,” he lied.

Nodding, I pulled my Glock out the back of my jeans. “Now, let’s try this shit again. I already asked the question, so all I need now is the right answer.” I wasn’t about to sit here and go back and forth with this nigga. He was gone answer my question or eat some hollow tips. Plain and simple.

“I don’t have it, but I’ll get it,” he lied.

“The fuck you mean you don’t have it?” Stacks spoke up. “You had the shit when you picked it up. The fuck you do with it?” We already knew he gambled the shit away at Vault. While we appreciated his business, we didn’t appreciate using our money to support your habits.

“I—”

“?lost it at Vault,” I cut him off. “Instead of using your own shit, you chose to use ours. That was dumb as fuck, if I must say so.”

“I can get it. I promise,” he pleaded.

“Oh, you most definitely are, and not from Kasha. You’re only breathing right now because of her and your kid, but trust, the moment she tells me she’s done with your bitch ass, I’m gone let my lil’ brother here fuck her while you watch, then I’m going to kill you,” I warned.

“And I’ve been wanting to fuck her fine, thick ass for a minute, so I’m gone make sure the show is worth it.” Stacks smirked. “Yo’ son gone be calling me daddy, too.” This nigga was dumb as fuck for that, but I knew he was serious as hell.

You could tell by the look on his face that he was pissed but knew better than to say shit.

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