His eyes left mine and followed something behind me. I turned around and noticed a female walking with tight ass jeans on with a t-shirt and red and black Jordans. She had the lil purse around her waist that I saw a few females wear. I couldn’t lie; she was fine as fuck. Titties sitting up on beam, thick waist, skin the color of mocha, and thick ass thighs, but she wasn’t my type. She lived in the project but walked like she was walking the runway. Bowlegs attached to her body, and she slung her hair behind her shoulder. I looked at Melph, andthis nigga was caught in a trance. He was stuck, and I found the shit funny.
“Who the fuck is that?” I had to ask because this nigga was damn near drooling.
“My future wife. But back to what the fuck you were talking about,” he said, focusing back on me.
“If you got the money and resources, we could make this shit a million-dollar empire,” I told him, and his wheels were turning, so I continued.
“I ain’t trying to step on what you got going on. I got money. I’m a made man, but I want to expand. See all these clubs and buildings, and empty warehouses? Why not profit and do some underground shit and use these buildings to clean your money? You ain’t gotta buy the owners out, but make them pay a small fee to use their basements. They don’t pay, they lay,” I told him, and I knew he was fucking with it.
“Nigga, where did you come from? I ain’t never seen you on this side of town in the hood, and how you know me?” He got off subject, like I knew he would.
“Nah, I stay on the Westbank, but I come this way from time to time. I wanna do business with you,” I told him. “And I know chic over there, too, so I could hook that up,” I added, and he frowned.
“Nah, I can handle getting her. We can go into business together, but I will remain the boss of shit.” I nodded because I wasn’t a nigga who liked the limelight anyway.
“I’ll get my people on the paperwork and making deals. I know it’ll be fucked up because they are supposed to be making a cut because we are using they shit, but that ain’t happening,” he told me.
“Never said it would. This yo’ hood. I’m the muscle if you need me because I know everybody ain’t gon’ cooperate. That’s where I step in.”
He nodded, and we shook on it. We exchanged numbers, and over the years, he began to trust me more, and we became best friends. I christened his baby girl and never missed a beat when it came to business. I fucked up a few times, but that was some shit for another day and time down the line.
I realized that I was left in the living room with Hellcat and Calliope. I thought they had left, but they didn’t. I was in my own thoughts about what the fuck Melph had just said. That nigga didn’t even give me a warning to prepare for this shit. As far as Fanucci went, I didn’t trust that nigga, and he shouldn’t either. If a nigga keeps asking for a seat at my table, and I keep telling him no, but then he turns around and calls me on some shit about somebody watching me, it wouldn’t have flown. Then, to say leave my wife at home? The fuck that mean? I couldn’t control what the nigga did, but I could give my opinion on what the fuck was going on. I knew a fucking setup when I saw one.
I also did my homework on the Colombia Point Dawgs. I couldn’t find out too much because the family stayed off the grid. What I did find out was that they ran a drug ring in Colombia. Cocaine, heroin, fentanyl, and tranquilizer ingredients. They would sell that shit to a fucking baby if they had the money. The time I went to Colombia to see some shit for myself, women were going into homes with their kids and coming out with pampers full of cocaine. Shit was crazy.
Fanucci was the boss of everything, and I wanted a meeting with him. I had his address, but didn’t know how I could get through his armored security. This nigga had the entire military around his estate. The closest I knew I could have gotten was Thiago. He was one of his son’s right-hand men, but that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to talk to the boss. Thiago had the intel I needed on the family, but not enough. He just knew that Frenchy wanted a seat at our table to infiltrate the United States, and he knew Melph was his way in, but I didn’t trust it. It wassome shit about him that made me think he was moving funny. I didn’t run the shit by Melph. He wouldn’t have listened anyway. I didn’t know the dynamic between him and Fanucci, and I didn’t question it. I would ride when Melph said it was time to ride.
“You know what this dumb shit about. They left and went upstairs and left us down here looking stupid.” Hellcat snapped me out of my thoughts. “And why the fuck do you always gotta wear a fucking suit?”
I looked at him and wanted to laugh, but refrained because this nigga didn’t take shit seriously. Calliope was quiet, as usual, because that was his demeanor. He never said too much but was always ready for action.
“Nigga, because that’s how I like to dress. You barely see me to know if I wear anything fucking else, so watch that shit. Why the fuck you always angry? Where does that shit stem from since we asking questions?” I told him, and his face turned to a scowl.
“I was born this way. Ask Athena.” He rose from the sofa. “Nigga, why you here? Because Jaci here? We can protect her from whatever is coming. What made you crawl from under the fucking rock that you live under?” He was reaching, but I was going to spare him because I knew his personality, and he wasn’t gon’ do shit.
I never understood why the little nigga didn’t care too much for me, but that was his problem. I hated the way they called their mother by her government name. Shit was just disrespectful, but it wasn’t for me to say.
“Not that I have to address yo’ fucking questions, but I was called by Melph to come and handle some shit in his absence, as we all heard at the fucking table.” I had to talk to him like that because that’s the only way he understood.
“But you did. Anyway, so answer the rest.” He stood, putting his balled fist on the table.
I shook my head. “Shut up, Hellcat. You are asking too many questions but not the right one, so allow me to ask the motherfucker.” Calliope had finally opened his fucking mouth as he lit his blunt.
“I’m all ears,” I told him.
“Why the fuck you gotta stay in the house with Athena and Jaci while Melph is gone? Don’t you have a house in the city where you could lay your head?” I knew Calliope was gon’ come with some smart shit, but I had an answer for his ass. He was quiet for a reason.
“Not that I owe you an explanation as to why the fuck I am staying in this house or not, but I am staying here per Melph’s request. Correct me if the fuck I am wrong, but don’t you live in the fucking forest where there is little to no reception for your phone and away from everybody? Ain’t nobody sending smoke signals if some shit happens. You find out when the fuck you find out, nigga.” I had to let his ass have it because I didn’t know what the fuck he was insinuating, but he was about to get his shit smashed.
“I have my ways of finding out everything that’s going on in this fucking house. I don’t have to live close to fucking know,” he told me, nostrils flaring.
I didn’t give a fuck. “That’s a conversation you need to have with Melph. I didn’t ask for none of this shit.” I told them both the truth.
I was living in my fucking mansion, minding my business, and doing what the fuck I was supposed to do as his underboss. Making sure shit was straight and there were no snakes in our camp, but clearly, I was fucking wrong because shit started to shake. Whoever had slipped through the cracks within the organization, I would find out. When I did, they were going to regret fucking with the mafia.
There wasn’t a woman in the world that I couldn’t have, but the few that I did run through lacked intellect. If you can’t hold a decent conversation, then I didn’t want the pussy. That meant you didn’t know how to fuck. Don’t get shit twisted, I got pussy on the regular, but that was as far as the shit went. Bitches didn’t even know where I lived because I only fucked in hotels. I didn’t trust many, so my house was off limits. Or it was because I couldn’t have the woman who really held my heart pumping outside my chest, but I digress.
“How the fuck we know you ain’t the snake?” I knew Hellcat wasn’t finished. This nigga was gon’ make me run in his shit.