Money Is King: The Complete Series

by Nicety

  “Agh!” I gasped feeling as if the wind had been knocked up out of me as he slammed our bedroom door, mildly hyperventilating.

  Chapter 7— Cesar— The Next Morning

  I arrived at the spot about fifteen minutes early making sure I posted up in the cut to see how these kats entered the joint on a daily basis. I wanted to see how they started the day-to-day operation before I jumped right into it, wrecking their shop and bringing order to what Yolo described as chaos. My head turned down at the blunt I was rolling and just as I looked up, two dudes walked up to open the door to the nearly rundown bungalow, looking around all suspicious like. If the cops were watching their asses they sure as hell looked suspect and obvious like they were looking to get caught on some dumb shit. The sun was shining down bright as hell on these two dark skinned dudes as they struggled to open the door to the house like they were doing it for the first time.

  My blunt finally pearled, I sparked it taking a few quick puffs before putting it out and setting it in my ashtray. My mind was mellow as I released my Glock from the glove compartment and exited the car, stuffing it behind my back in my jeans. I was ready to put the shock value into them dudes, because I knew they weren’t expecting me. I walked up to the house checking out the yard noticing that there were two cameras hidden in each bush and as I walked up the stairs to the porch there were two more at each end of the house pointing towards the door. All that was cool and everything but they didn’t even appear to be working. If I wasn’t mistaken, they were the motion sensor ones that moved with body movement but they didn’t follow me anywhere.

  I peered in the window checking to see what these dudes were on and checking for their specific location in the house. These dudes were in the house on some raggedy ass couch laid back like they were trying to catch some fucking z’s. Clearly they were costing Yolo money which would in turn cost me money now and that was some shit I wasn’t having, not period.

  “Aye yo, who is it?” One of the niggas barked as I banged roughly on the door like I was the police.

  “Cesar.”

  “Who?”

  “Yolo’s brother in law, man. Open the fucking door.” I bellowed keeping my eyes on the corner where traffic turns onto the block.

  “Aye man he ain’t tell us nobody was comin’ up in here.” The dude said as he flung open the door scratching at the long ass scar running from the middle of his chest all the way down his belly.

  “Well call him if you need verification of my presence but I’m about to tell you that I’m in this piece now.” I replied walking in observing the substandard living conditions these niggas were squandering in.

  “I’m about to buzz that nigga right now.” Dude said as he reached into his jeans angrily for his cell. “And for your sake it better not be no bullshit.”

  “Man, y’all niggas know who I am. Wake the fuck up, up in here. You motherfuckas have obviously been sleeping up in here too long.” I yelled waking the dude up who was passed out on the beat up old gray three-cushioned couch.

  This joint looked like it had been a previous crime scene that was never cleaned. There was garbage everywhere in the large living room, making it look small from all the piles of clothes and trash coupled with the stench of forty dead men. I turned, looking around the corner into the small empty dirty kitchen; watching as a swarm of dark brown roaches nestled on the white double sink making the faucet their stomping ground. I hated anything that crept or crawled across anything but I manned it up, rolling my eyes back towards the sorry ass motherfucka looking mad as hell, pressing the phone firmly to the side of his head.

  “Yeah, Yo.” The dude said as he hung up the phone.

  “So, I’m sure he’s verified why I’ve made my presence known.” I smirked knowing the thought was burning him to his very core.

  “I’m Drake and that’s Mo. We run this motherfucka, aight? So anything you do or take goes through us first. You got that, bro in law?” Drake snarled stepping closer into the sunlight shining through the front window.

  He was young in the face, they both were, couldn’t have been more than eighteen or nineteen. It suddenly dawned on me why this nigga wasn’t making any money up in here. Because he had two young, dumb, lazy asses up in here running things since he was too lazy to do it himself. I knew Yolo couldn’t have ever stopped in to check on his operation because there was no way in hell he would allow these fools to lounge up in here like this without making any money. Shit just didn’t seem right up in here.

  “I’m sorry to bust your shit playboy. But I don’t take orders from scab ass niggas like you. I give ‘em. So if you ain’t here to make no money then you need to take your ass back to wherever the fuck you came from. Cause we about our dough up in here.” I snarled letting these niggas know I meant business.

  Mo rose from the couch looking at his boy as if to give the eye that they each wanted to try me. It was cool; I was ready for them too. These niggas didn’t know me or anything about me. They didn’t know that while I was in jail, all I did was fight niggas to keep their asses in check and let them know I was no punk. They didn’t know that I benched two seventy five and that was on a bad day. Mo’s nappy matted hair looked like a wasps nest standing on top of his head as he raised his hand to scratch it before walking over to Drake.

  “Com’ on man let’s just get this shit over with so we can bounce.” Mo said slapping the back of his hand against Drake’s bare chest.

  “Yeah, aight. But fuck all that giving orders shit like you running anything other than your mouth. I’m in and out this bitch you feel me.” Drake spat as he rolled his eyes dragging a stool from the dirty ass kitchen to the front door.

  "Y'all got white all tightened up?" I asked searching the room for product.

  "Yeah man, it’s in the flue." Mo responded emerging from the kitchen with a struggle sandwich, which was nothing more than thick ass government bologna and dry bread.

  "Well how much is in there, motherfucka? We're about to be open for business in thirty fucking minutes and you niggas ain't got shit set up over here." I snapped checking my cell for the time, 6:35am.

  "Chill nigga, damn. We run this." Drake laughed.

  "Yeah, we don't get that much business at this spot no way." Mo added.

  "This is Marquette Park, a prime location and it should be poppin'. Y'all fuckin' up taking money out of Yolo's pocket and when you take from him you take from me and I don't lose money for shit. Ya feel me?"

  They side eyed me to stare at each other before chuckling silently with their heads down. I didn't know what the joke was about and I didn't care. All I knew was that if they kept fucking around they would soon be the joke. I could see my demands for them to produce the product were falling on deaf ears.

  "Dude, I don't think you heard me the first time and I don't like to repeat myself. Just get the fucking merch man." I retorted calmly.

  Drake threw the forks up to Mo signaling for him to dig the product out from flue of the chimney. I could tell that Mo was like the bitch of their relationship and he would less likely give me as much fever as Drake would. The wooden porch began to rumble letting me know what time it was, but those fiends would have to wait. This shit needed to go as smoothly as possible and if that meant those thirsty suckas out there would be late getting their fixes, then so be it. Drake and Mo needed to be briefed on the ins and outs of how to run a real business.

  Mo finally got the product out and brought it to the filthy, old food ridden, roach egg infested small cocktail table leaning against the wall, slapping a large Ziploc bag full of work down on top of it. I tried not to let the filth around me affect the task at hand, swallowing my spit before allowing vomit to follow it out of my mouth and onto the floor.

  “Aight, check it. Everything is gonna run in an assembly line right at the door. That way shit moves quicker. Mo you sit your ass at the door grabbing the money and Drake will distribute. You need to listen to what the clucker has to say because they only gonna say a few
words before they move on. Motherfuckas ain’t got time to pussy foot around. Mo you fill this shoe box with the dough, make sure it’s all there before you drop it in there, but I’m sure you won’t have to worry. These fools don’t wanna die today.” I recited feeling much more like I did years ago when I was running my own shit, like the king.

  “Yeah and while we’re working, what’chu gonna do, man?” Drake barked looking back at me.

  “The best job of all playboy, security. I’m gonna make sure that for two hours you don’t get your ass popped off.” I grinned, feeling the anger rise in the room.

  The blood boiled inside of Mo for a small second before he returned to his normal aloof like state. Drake, on the other hand, turned around steadfast on his stool looking like he had just taken an ugly shit in the bathroom. I started to ask him what the hell his problem was, but knowing that I had pissed him off multiple times within the hour I had been here was satisfactory and I couldn’t ruin that.

  “Open the door.” I instructed.

  “Maannn…” Drake mumbled under his breath while rolling his eyes.

  “You think I give a fuck about your attitude, lil' nigga. If you don’t like it then quit.” I calmly replied. “Now it’s 7:01 am. Open the fuckin’ doors, goofy.”

  I stood at the door, gawky squinted eyed as business flowed like clockwork. It staggered in the beginning but once word got out that we were supplying that good at fair prices the herd flocked to the crib. Business was good for my first day but it could’ve been better and as we shut down the trap at 9am on the dot I knew exactly what to expect at 8pm that night. The word would have flourished and we would have made a name for ourselves in that short time. Yolo had good product it’s just that no one knew about it because these lame ass niggas weren’t advertising it for sale. I squared them both off and noticed their jumpy demeanors; the entire amount of product was gone and I had a shoebox full of cash to take back to Yo. Their hands were itching like the skin of some of those dope fiends they just sold to. I side eyed their asses as I shook my head; without saying anything to them, I scooped up the box and headed for the truck. I had some info for Yolo and it wasn’t going to be nothing nice.

  Chapter 8- Mink

  “Man, when you gon’ drop that nigga and get wit a real man. You know I’m gon’ take care of you girl.” Cash said as my bra cupped my voluptuous tits while my fingers clinked the hooks together in the back.

  “Cash now you know you ain’t gon’ take care of me the way I need to be and you know it so let’s both quit playing ourselves. Okay?” I replied frantically looking for my beige tank top.

  I was late for my hair appointment with Gigi and I knew he was going to be pitching a bitch as soon as I walked through the door. It was a good thing that Cash lived right around the corner from Yehia’s in Hyde Park where Gigi worked. I really didn’t feel like hearing his mouth but he would have to be all right at this point because when Cash called me talking about he was hungry again, I couldn’t resist. Cash was a pussy eating connoisseur. This man did not like to eat pussy, he loved it, damn near craved it. Whenever he called me to tell me he was hungry my body would melt and my pussy would moisten. I needed that shit, especially as good as he was; he never skipped a beat, eating my pussy for hours on end. In the beginning when I first met him at the club, I thought I would die with him trying to suck every bit of juice up out of me but after awhile of fucking him, it started to become a necessity to me.

  “Damn baby, you’re always hitting me with that bull. I’m a man of my word and if I say I’m gonna do something then I’m gonna do it.” He barked lying back on the bed reaching his hand out to me.

  “Yeah, okay, but what about my son?”

  “What about him?”

  “See, exactly my point. You don’t like kids and I come as a package deal, Cash.”

  “Shit, what the fuck that lil’ nigga got to do with me? As far as I’m concerned, that’s that nigga’s problem right?”

  The words flew from his mouth raw and uncut and I knew he meant them. That’s all I needed was for Cesar to have one hand up on me by having sole custody of our son and he really wouldn’t give me any fucking money then. Naw, Cash was good for a good fuck but I would be a fool to let him think he was going to trick me with that okie doke. Before anything I’m a businesswoman and leaving Cesar right now would definitely be bad for business.

  “Anyway, since I couldn’t find my damn wallet I canceled everything up in that bad boy.” He grinned looking up at my face for a response. “So if you find my wallet just toss it in the trash. I’m good.”

  “Oh ok.” I grimaced, rolling my eyes knowing that he had just fucked over my little come up.

  “Yeah, so a nigga is never broke baby. You can gon’ and move in with daddy.” He chuckled.

  “Would you shut the fuck up about that? Meanwhile I need some money. About two stacks should cover it.” I said putting on my last flat shoe.

  “Oh…oh I ain’t got it. I mean I got it but it’s in the bank.” Cash grinned pulling me by the arm and back into the bed. “I know you didn’t think I kept that kind of money on me.”

  “Ugh! Nigga I need that money like right now cause I got a hair appointment that I’m now late for.”

  “So. You women spend all day in the shop whether you got an appointment or not so what’s the difference? Y’all be killing me.” He smirked.

  “Naw, you killing me cause you know the business and you still playing games.”

  “Yeah? No, playing games was having me come to your dude’s house knowing there was a chance you could’ve gotten caught. And that nigga took you back huh?” Cash laughed.

  “What’s so funny? And no, he didn’t take me back…we broke up.”

  “Word? All well shit you can get your shit and move on in then right?”

  “No, Cash. Unless you gonna make room for CJ, I ain’t doing nothing but fuck you and feed you. You got that?” I snapped trying to rise from his grasp.

  He tossed me back on the bed pinning my arms down by my sides playfully. He sweetly and tenderly lined my neck with pecks from his soup cooler lips. His dark skin glistened in the morning rays shining through his small basement sized window. In fact, his entire apartment was small and it made wonder just how much money this nigga claimed he had. But it was a one-bedroom bachelor’s pad and he was alone so I couldn’t blame him for not wanting a lot of space.

  “Cash, stop. I gotta go.”

  “Naw, you can get that shit did another day.” He said as his stocky build mounted mine entirely reaching his hand down to stroke his manhood.

  He wasn’t as well-endowed as Cesar but what he was working with did do the job; when he worked it right. Lucky for him I was rocking my blue jean mini skirt, which gave him easy access to my plumped lip beauty. Just as he rolled my skirt up to my belly button my phone rang.

  “Don’t answer that shit.” He mumbled through kisses.

  “Hello?” I answered giving him the raised eyebrow as I hit the green call button on my touch screen.

  “I know something you don’t know.”

  “Now you know I hate it when you do that shit, Flav. Quit playing. What is it?”

  “Ha ha ha.”

  “Flav what is it? I don’t have time to play with you?” I was heated from that shit she did but my anger soon faded as Cash made his lips touch the ones in between my legs.

  "Ugh fine. No fun having ass. Anyway, your man went to work for Yo this morning." Flava responded calmly.

  "Oh my gosh! You're lying!"

  "Would I waste my time calling you early as hell if I were? I don't know how many times I have to tell you that my time is money boo boo." She laughed.

  I hated the way she spoke. So what she went to college and had a degree, she didn't have to talk to people like she was above them or something. If it weren't for the good news she was giving me, I would've cursed her ass out like I usually do. No, I didn't got to college to become some big shot but I refused to let her
throw that or her degree in my damn face. I'm smart enough to make it and that's all I cared about. I wanted to jump up and call to curse Cesar out but I knew that would only ruffle his feathers more. Naw, this time I was going to sit back and play it cool and let him come to me.

  "Thanks for the info sis. Good looking out." I said about to end the phone call. "See ya."

  "You know the only way you're going to be able to hold on to that man is if you keep ya legs closed. I don't know where you went wrong, baby sis. We didn't raise you like this." Flava pressed on.

  "Momma didn't raise me at all!"

  "Damn, Mink, you're so fucking ungrateful. She was busy working two jobs trying to make a life for us." Flava snapped.

  "Maybe if she hadn't have spread her legs to a worthless asshole she wouldn't have had to struggle with two bad ass kids." I retorted.

  "Shit, speak for yourself. I wasn't as hot in the ass as you and I appreciate everything she's done for me. Mink you need to be a little bit more appreciative too."

  "For what? So I can be a goody two shoes like you? Sorry everybody can't go to college and have our asses on our shoulders like you." I told her.

  "Poor ungrateful spoiled brat had life so hard growing up in the fucking suburb of Oak Brook, where she went to great schools and played with the well-off white kids. You had the same opportunities I had, Mink. You just chose to go the lazy route."

  "You know what fuck you, Flava! I don't have to listen to this shit."

  "To what shit? The truth? Bitch you need a slap in the face and every time I try to give it to you, you run. Don't burn your bridge lil' sis."

  "Are you done?" I asked heated from this entire call.

  "No, just one more thing, sis. Don't be stupid all of your life. At some point you're gonna need to wake the fuck up."