Page 28 of In Too Deep

“How you flip it? You purchased more household supplies and shit?”

“Nah.”

I gulped. Allen told me not to mention it, but the only reason I’m mentioning it to Rome now is because he owns a cellular company, and it could be a good investment for him. The turnout could be major, and my pockets could be well endowed, stealing the freight, reselling the iPhone for twice the market price. I could see it being huge with a system that’ll be good for everybody.

He raised his brows and leaned forward. His elbows rested on his knees. “What’d you do?”

“You own a cellphone company, right?”

“Yeah, Telo Wireless. The hottest shit out right now since black and blue.” He smirked, mentioning the phone company Infinity from the movieI Got The Hook Up, when actor Master P and AJ Johnson starred as Black and Blue cloning phones.

“I think if you put me in the game, we could make a killing. How do you get your phones?”

“I got a plug who knows a plug with a plug,” he shrugged and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“And you pay a percentage twice the amount of what you sell them for, right?”

“Something like that. It’s deeper than that… more lucrative.”

“So, if you give me 30% less than what you give your plug, I can give you more than what they're giving you,” I bargained.

“How so?”

Biting down on my lip, I twiddled with my thumbs before getting up and sauntering out of the room and into my bedroom to retrieve the duffle bag full of iPhones. I still had some in storage, so this wasn’t the last of it. Trekking back in the living room, my slippers slapped against my hardwood floors before I treaded across the rug. I plopped down next to him and unzipped the bag. Rome was the least bit fazed until he started rummaging through the bag, flipping the phone over, and running his hands across a circular colored sticker. The phones didn’t have all the same colors, but Allen never mentioned what the colors were for, and if it meant anything, I never deemed it important enough to mention to him either.

“Who you hit up?” Romelo spat, glaring at me now. His handsome face was crumbled up into a frown, and his bushy brows furrowed.

“What you mean?”

“These phones mane! Aye bruh, this my shit!” His voice boomed throughout my home, causing the walls to echo.

In a quick blink, he reached behind him and pulled a gun from behind his waist and pointed it at me.

I surrendered, my hands shaking in fear, and I could feel the sweat on my palms. The glare on his face was menacing, the opposite of the charming killer I had known him to be a fewseconds ago. This couldn’t be the same man who was eating and sucking on my pussy like it was the last supper.

Andyou never had a bitch try to cross you?

My finger was on the trigger, itching to murk Synthia. I was thinking of a million and one ways to kill this bitch. Brave enough to make it look messy and suave enough to make it look like a suicide. The second my eyes landed on the color-coded stickers on the back of one of the boxes, I knew this bitch was stupid. She couldn’t be anything else but stupid to try and pull some dumb ass shit like this. How the fuck you gone try to sell me my shit back? Bitches get dumber and dumber by the fucking day, man, and I was starting to like this hoe! Now I’ll have to visit her grave, dig it, and eat her pussy when I get a taste or the urge to fuck.

“Give me one reason not to turn yo fine pretty ass into some fuckin’ maggot food!”

Stabbing the gun in the air, she kept flinching.

“I-I d-don’t understand,” she stammered.

“I-I,” I mocked her and grimaced. “Hoe shut the fuck up,” I spat. “Ain’t no fuckin’ way that good ass pussy attached to a ditzy ass bitch. Just cut that pretty lil’ motherfucka off and I’ll wrap it in saran wrap.”

“W-what--”

“How you want to die?”

“R-Rome,” she stammered again, followed by a whimper.

“That ain’t answering my question!”

“I didn’t know these wereyourphones, the guy who set it up--”

“Guy! What fucking guy?” I barked, still pointing the gun at her face.

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