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“You ain’t got time to be guessing. It’s time for you to be bossing the fuck up. Starting with this meeting, we got with these niggas.” He was right. Zeus only dealt with weed, coke, and pills. I heard you could pull in some real money if you could supply muthafuckas with guns and shit. I’m open to all streams of income. I’m trying to retire a rich nigga with a bad bitch riding my dick and spending my shit. I didn’t plan on being as old as Zeus’ ass when I did that shit either. That’s why I scheduled a meeting with this nigga, Goon. He was the connect on the guns and shit. No matter what it was…he had it. Not only have I heard this nigga was single-handedly responsible for the murder rate in New Grove, he contributed to it second handedly as well. Nothing moved in or out of the city without his consent or knowledge. Kev hopped in the car with me, and we headed to the address where we were supposed to meet.

“You think Zeus gonna be cool with you making this move without him knowing?” I glanced over at Kev with a mug on my face.

“The fuck I care what he knows or not? If he planned on passing this shit down to me, I don’t need his approval for shit. Nigga, you acting like you scared or some shit? I can’t have no scary ass niggas standing by me and shit. If you so worried ’bout what the fuck Zeus gonna say, then you can sit at the house with that nigga.” I meant every word. If this nigga was having second thoughts, then he can stand down now. I didn’t need him to flake out on me in the middle of business and shit because he was worried about Zeus’ ass. I’d do this shit by myself first before I dealt with that.

“Ain’t nobody fuckin’ scared of Zeus, or you, nigga. I was simply asking a fuckin’ question. Don’t ever try me on no shit like that again. The fuck you take me for?” The mug on his face mimicked mine, but I broke mine with a smirk.

“You’d look like a pussy ass nigga, is what the fuck you’d look like. Now stop all that fuckin’ whining and lets go in here and see what this nigga talkin’ about.”

We walked inside the restaurant, Nuni’s and gave the hostess my name. After nodding, she walked us to the back and down a hall before knocking on the door.

“Yeah!” We heard a deep voice rumble through the door.

“Mr. Reed, your two o’clock is here,” she announced.

“Come in,” he instructed. She opened the door and allowed Kev and me to walk through. We noticed another dude sitting off to the side.

“Y’all lil’ niggas know how to tell time. I like that,” he stated, nodding to us to take a seat.

“My time is valuable, so if I waste yours, then I waste mine.”

“Right now, we’re on my time. I could give two fucks about yours. Now that we got all that bullshit out the way. What kind of business we talkin’? He stared at me stone-faced, but I didn’t let that shit waiver me. This nigga looked like a fuckin’ beast, but he wasn’t about to bitch me.

“We already talked about that and I’on like repeating myself. All we need to talk about now is numbers. You tell me something I want to hear or I’m out this bitch.” I sat with my legs gaped, with my elbows resting on my thighs and my left hand resting over my right. We held each other’s mugs for a cool minute before his partner started laughing.

“I like this lil’ nigga. He ain’t scared of yo’ big ass,” he laughed. Goon broke our gaze and looked over at him.

“Lil’ nigga got heart. I’d be the first to admit it. So check it. You pay half upfront and the other half at pickup. I don’t do no consignment shit. I want my fuckin’ money upfront.”

“I ain’t looking for no handouts. I’ll bring you all your money before the drop. Just tell me where. I don’t need no nigga thinking he’s doing something for me.” He glanced at his partner again before looking back between me and Kev.

“I respect that. Look, I’on usually like none of y’all new lil’ niggas, but I see some shit in you. Keep that shit up and you might be as big as me one day.” He smirked. I heard all these horror stories about this nigga, but he wasn’t that bad, or I just didn’t give a fuck.

“Nah, I’m gon’ be bigger. Get at me with a date and time, and I’ll be there.” I stood up, signifying that I was done talking. He and his partner stood as well.

“I hear yo’ lil’ grown ass. I’ll send out that info. Don’t make me regret this.” He stuck his hand out for me to shake and I accepted. Kev and I proceeded to leave when this bad shorty walked through the door.

“Damn,” I mumbled, not even hiding the fact that she heard me.

“Aye, nigga. I don’t care what I just said. I’ll blow yo’ muthafuckin’ head open and send yo’ shit to ya mama for looking at my wife life that.” I brought my attention to his face, and this nigga looked like he had transformed. Shorty, who I now knew was his wife, placed her hand on his chest and he glimpsed at her before looking back at me.

“I ain’t got a mama, but my bad, OG. It’s all love, though.” I smirked and walked out of the office. Kev probably thought I was a crazy ass nigga, and he was right. I wasn’t scared of that nigga.

“Nigga, the next time you want to go on muthafuckin’ suicide missions, let me know. That nigga was about to blow both our shit back ’bout his wife,” he rambled.

“You sound like a bitch. I ain’t know that was his damn wife, but shit. She was fine as fuck.”

“Ain’t no bitch over here. I just ain’t stupid, nigga. I mean, we were gon’ shoot that shit out, but I’on feel like dying today. I’m tryna hit yo’ sister before I do.” He smirked, and I punched him in the jaw because I told his ass about talking about Jay like that. I’d kill that nigga if he fucked my sister.

“Keep playing wit’ me nigga and watch what the fuck I do. Leave Jay the fuck alone, Kev. For real.” I mugged his ass because I really wanted to knock his fuckin’ head off his shoulders.

“Nigga, she grown. If she wants to know what it feels like to fuck wit’ a rich nigga. Tell sis’ I got her.” He laughed like the shit was funny. I needed to hurry up and get this nigga out of my car before this shit became a crime scene.

Chapter Two

Daizha

Iwasrunninglateforwork, and I couldn’t afford or wanted to hear James’ mouth today. I was a cashier at Walgreen’s, and I hated this fuckin’ job. It wouldn’t be that bad if my manager wasn’t an asshole. He was an older Forest Whitaker looking muthafucka that walked around like he hated life and everything in it. Shit, I hated my life too, but I didn’t project my feelings on other people even though I had a very good reason to. I’ve been on my own since I was sixteen years old, and life has been a living hell ever since. At sixteen, I was forced to leave my home because I felt like the only way I would be safe. Even though I lived with my mama and little brother, my cousin Vince moved in and that’s when the dark cloud draped over my life. I still have nightmares about that day.

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