Page 17 of All The Smoke
I had been working with Mase since I was a little nigga and had only seen Cannon in passing so him asking me to be around the nigga was huge for me. Shit, Mott too. Them niggas was top fucking dogs for real. I’d linked with Rock and Keem a few times before already, especially at The Spot, but it was still an honor being in their presence too. I felt like all the hustle and shit was about to start paying off.
“Hell yeah. I been telling them how much work you be putting in since I do a lot of business with them, so I want you to officially meet them.”
It made sense that he worked hand in hand with them because them niggas were the fucking plugs around here. I couldn’t imagine anyone was slanging shit out here without them knowing. Plus, with Mase having a dispensary and shit, why wouldn’t he be working hand in hand with the fucking connects?
“Shit, hell yeah I’ll go.” I grinned. “Damn man, I appreciate you for inviting me.”
I wasn’t a groupie nigga by far, but I was grateful. I had plans on leveling up and locking in with niggas like Cannon and Mott, hell Rock and Keem too, was lit. They were really some boss ass niggas I had always looked up to.
“It ain’t shit.” He smiled and stood and I followed suit, passing his blunt back to him. “Cannon is kind of tight with details until the last minute, but as soon as I get them then I’ll get with you.”
“Bet.” I dapped him up. “Thanks again, bro.”
“No doubt.”
With one final nod, I headed out of Mase’s office and went to the register to buy more of his weed pens that I mainly sold to my women clients. Sure they could have shopped with Mase for them, but I sold them cheaper and High Timez was on the opposite side of town from where I did business, so I was a little more convenient.
After making my purchase and heading to my car, I called my lil man. He had been with his mother all week and was usually ready to run out the door to me.
“Hey, Daddy!” he exclaimed as soon as the call connected. “Where are you?”
“’Bout to ride by my crib then I’m gon’ come grab you.”
“Mommy got us tickets to Splash Mountain next weekend since it’s spring break.”
“Yeah?” I smiled and nodded, a little impressed that she had actually taken some initiative. “That’s going to be lit as fuck, Solo.”
“She said you’re coming too.”
My smile slowly faded. I didn’t want to discourage my son because he had no idea how much I really hated his stupid ass mama, but she knew. I promised my brother that I would take it a little easier on her but I ain’t said shit about going on no fucking vacations or no shit.
“Where ya mother at?”
“In her room on the phone.”
“Let me holla at her.”
Nodding, he climbed off his bed and jetted out of his room. His little ass acted like he didn’t know how to walk. I had to get on him all the time about running through my crib and my parents’ shit too.
“Stop running through here, Solo,” Bri fussed and his motions slowed immediately.
“Sorry, Mommy,” he mumbled before giving his phone to her.
“Hey.”
“What’s up?” I greeted. “Tell him to go back to his room so I can holla at you.”
Her brows pinched but she did what I asked, telling Solo to have his sister fix his plate, letting me know she had either cooked or bought some food. It was more than likely the latter because her ass rarely cooked.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Why you tell Solo I was going up the mountains with y’all, Bri?”
“I didn’t… I don’t know.” She corrected the lie she told. “He wanted us to go as a family.”
“Yeah, you and his fucking sister, Brianna, and you know that.” I shook my head. I hated how manipulative she was when it came to our son. My parents did the same shit. They knew the only way to get to me was through my son or Noah. I hated that shit.
“Smoke, would it be so bad?” Bri asked, jarring me from my thoughts. “He needs to see us do more than argue and go at each other’s throats.”
