by Silk White
Business is Business
A Novel by Silk White
Editor: Kesha Buckhana
Cover design: Davida Baldwin
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Acknowledgments
To all of you who are reading this, thank you for stepping inside the bookstore, stopping by the library, or downloading a copy of Business is Business. I hope you have enjoyed this read from top to bottom. My goal is to get better and better with each story. I want to thank everyone for all their love and support. It is definitely appreciated! Now without further ado Ladies and Gentleman, I give youBusiness is Business.
“BUSINESS IS BUSINESS”
CHAPTER 1
JIMMY
Jimmy Mason stood in his hotel suite staring out the window at the beautiful night view that New York City had to offer. He was dressed in a navy blue tailored Armani suit. In one hand was a glass of Cîroc and in the other was a 9mm. Gathered in the room along with Jimmy was his driver-slash-bodyguard, Big Foot. He got the name Big Foot because he was a huge man with a quick temper and a bad attitude. If you were a friend or family of Big Foot, he was one of the nicest people that one would ever meet. But if you were an enemy of the big man, he would become your worst nightmare.
Jimmy downed his drink and quickly poured himself another shot when he heard a loud knock at the door. He looked over at Big Foot and nodded letting him know it was okay for him to answer the door. Big Foot opened the door and stepped to the side as two rough looking men entered the room.
“Hey Jimmy what’s with the surprise meeting?” The shorter one out of the two whose name was Malcolm asked.
The taller one whose name was Marcus followed up, “I thought we weren’t supposed to meet again until next week?”
“Gentlemen have a seat,” Jimmy said in a calm tone. He then nodded at Big Foot signaling for him to remove their weapons. Once that was done, Jimmy began. “I’ve been hearing some interesting things out on these streets,” he said letting his gun rest freely at his side. He then looked directly at Malcolm. “Word on the streets is that you’ve been real friendly with the cops lately, something you want to tell me?”
Malcolm had a nervous I’m busted look on his face. “Jimmy who told you that?”
“Fuck who told me, is it true?” Jimmy barked aiming his 9mm at, Malcolm’s head.
“The Mason family has been nothing but good to me I would never do something like that,” Malcolm said with a frightened look on his face. He had been getting supplied by the Mason family for years and knew exactly how they dealt with a problem. “Your father, Derrick Mason was the one who gave me my start out here in these streets.”
Jimmy held his 9mm aimed at, Malcolm’s head when he heard another knock at the door. He gave Big Foot a nod and watched as he answered the door. When the handsome light skin man walked in the hotel room, Malcolm looked like he had just seen a ghost. “I would like for you to meet my adopted brother Detective Mike Brown,” Jimmy said with a smile on his face. Jimmy’s father Derrick Mason adopted Mike when he was a kid and treated him like his own, but instead of letting him join the family business he forced him into the police academy, now years later. Mike was one of the best and most respected detective’s in the city and since his last name wasn’t Mason, it made it easier for him to play both sides of the coin without anyone finding out.
“Nice to see you again,” Mike smiled while looking at, Malcolm. “Malcolm here has been cooperating with police for the last three weeks trying to bring down the Mason family, isn’t that right, Malcolm?”
“Listen, Jimmy I can explain,” Malcolm said in a fast pitch tone as his head forcefully snapped to the left from a powerful punch from, Big Foot.
“What about him?” Jimmy turned his gun on, Marcus. “Is he snitching too?”
“Nah Marcus is a standup guy unlike his brother here,” Mike said with a disgusted look on his face.
“Come here!” Jimmy said looking at, Marcus. “You want to keep your life?”
“Yes, Jimmy,” Marcus said with fear in his eyes. He knew that, Jimmy was the enforcer in the Mason family and loved to inflict pain on people. When people spoke about Jimmy they always attached his violent reputation to whatever story was being told at the time.
Jimmy grabbed a gun from off the table and handed it to Marcus. “Kill, Malcolm if you want to keep your life.”
“But, Malcolm is my brother,” Marcus said looking up at Jimmy.
Jimmy took a few steps closer invading, Marcus’s personal space. “You consigning for this snitch?”
Marcus looked into Jimmy’s eyes and shook his head as he slowly took the pistol from Jimmy’s hand and aimed it at his brother Malcolm’s head.
“Marcus don’t do this,” Malcolm pleaded as tears ran down his face. “I made an honest mistake please don’t do this,” he begged. “You do this and mommy will never forgive you, we’re brothers.”
Marcus held the pistol aimed at his brother’s head as warm tears slowly slid down his face.
“Marcus please don’t do this I thought you were your brother’s keeper?” Malcolm pleaded.
“I am,” Marcus whispered as he pulled the trigger and watched his brother’s brains pop out the back of his skull. He then fired two more shots into his brother’s already dead body. “If it’s one thing I can’t stand is a snitch.”
“You did good,” Big Foot said as he slowly removed the gun from, Marcus’s hand.
Marcus took a deep breath. “I love my brother to death but I wasn’t raised to snitch on no...”
“Boom!
Marcus’s body crumbled down to the floor face first as Jimmy stood behind him holding a smoking gun.
“Damn it!” Mike spat. “That was totally unnecessary!”
“I did us a favor,” Jimmy said holster
ing his weapon. “What you think he was just going to let us slide for making him murder his own brother?”
“Marcus was a stand up dude you didn’t have to do that!” Mike spat getting up in Jimmy’s face. He hated Jimmy’s hot temper and his shoot first and ask questions later mentality.
“How can you trust a man that just killed his own brother?” Jimmy asked with his face crumbled up. “If he killed his own brother what the fuck you think he would have done to one of us given the chance?”
Mike thought about it for a second and left it alone. “I’m not cleaning this up,” he said as he exited the hotel room leaving Jimmy and Big Foot alone in their own thoughts.
CHAPTER 2
DERRICK
Derrick Mason sat in the entertainment area of his mansion watching several football games that all played at the same time. He was the leader and head of the Mason Family as well as the brains behind their successful operation. Derrick looked through the surveillance camera and saw Mike entering his home through the back door. Even though Mike was adopted, Derrick treated him no different from his two other sons, Jimmy and Eric. Derrick looked up and saw Mike enter the entertainment area with his face crumbled up.
“Pop we need to talk,” Mike said as he grabbed the bottle of tequila and poured himself a shot. “It’s, Jimmy, he’s out of control.”
“I heard about what happened,” Derrick said pouring himself a drink. “But you do have to remember that Jimmy is the enforcer in the family.”
“Pop he’s going to get us all put in jail if he continues with the unnecessary killings,” Mike pointed out. “And on top of that he did it inside one of the rooms at your hotel bringing heat toward one of our biggest assets.”
“I’ll have a talk with him,” Derrick downed his drink in one gulp. “We all play a big part in this family business. Jimmy’s job is to enforce, your job is to make sure that you give me the heads up if any heat ever starts to come down on us or let us know if any rivals crew ever have any big deals going down. Eric’s job is to keep his nose clean and keep acquiring us more and more assets so we can hide more and more money and my job is to keep the money rolling in, oversee everything, and keep everyone out of jail we have a good system going here.”
“I understand pop but can you just please have a talk with him, maybe tell him to calm down just a little because that would definitely make my job a lot easier.”
Derrick looked up and saw Eric and his wife Kelly making their way towards the entertainment area. “I’ll talk to him,” he extended his hand.
Mike looked at Derrick’s hand for a long second before he finally shook it. “Thank you I better get going,” he said as he headed for the back exit. He had to keep a low profile and not risk someone being able to identify or affiliate him with the Mason Family.
“Hey pop,” Eric gave his father a hug.
“Hey son how are you?” Derrick smiled then turned his attention to, Kelly. “Hey, Kelly,” he placed a kiss on her cheek.
“Hey, Derrick,” Kelly said with a smile as her and Eric helped themselves to a seat. Kelly was a beautiful white woman with a nice body and long blonde hair that stopped at the middle of her back. She and Eric had been married for four years now, but during the years, the two definitely had their ups and downs.
“Got a few things I need to talk to you about pop,” Eric began. “I found two apartment buildings I had my eye on I think they can bring in some real money.”
“I’m glad you said that son I’ve been thinking,” Derrick paused and glanced at Kelly.
“I’m going to go make me something to eat,” Kelly got up quickly dismissing herself so the two men could talk privately.
“I want you to purchase those two apartment buildings,” Derrick said with a grin.
“Great because with both of those buildings we should be able to bring in at least two to three million a year, so I was thinking...”
“We’ll let tenants rent out all the apartments in one building and we’ll turn the other building into a trap house,” Derrick cut him off. “We can use that entire building as a stash house for all of our product.”
“Pop I thought you wanted me to find great investments for us so soon we could get out of the drug business and go legit?” Eric said not understanding. “I thought that was the whole purpose of me going to college all those years and you keeping me away from the drugs?” Eric didn’t understand his father, they had way more than enough money to never sell another drug again but yet and still here he was risking his and the entire family’s freedom to continue to feed the streets with drugs.
“Son, it’s my job to run this family and that’s what I’m doing,” Derrick said pouring himself another drink. “You can never have enough money son. Never.”
“Money’s not everything pop.”
“How dare you say something foolish like that?” Derrick spat. “It was drug money that paid for you to go to college, it was also drug money that paid for that huge house you live in, not to mention the BMW and Range Rover that you and your wife drive.”
Eric looked at his father with a disgusted look on his face. “I don’t care about material things they come and go but what about the things that money can’t buy?”
“With enough money one can buy, pay for, or name a price for just about anything,” Derrick smiled.
“Well then why is mom still in jail since money can buy anything, why haven’t you brought her freedom yet?” Eric challenged. For the past seven years, his mother had been incarcerated for some serious drug charges. But instead of ratting on the family for a shorter sentence, Mildred Mason took her time like a soldier.
Derrick downed his drink. “Millie was a good woman and a great mother, but she knew the risk just like the rest of us.”
“She’s got caught with your drugs and she’s in jail because she didn’t snitch on you and how do you repay her by sleeping with different women every night, when’s the last time you even went to see her?” Eric asked.
“I make sure that Millie has everything that she needs and you know it,” Derrick countered. “Me going to see her won’t help her out with her early release, if everything goes according to plan with good behavior she’ll be out in two years,” Derrick poured two drinks and handed one to Eric, but he quickly refused because he didn’t drink, smoke, or put anything in his system that wasn’t healthy. “Don’t worry about your mother she’ll be well taken care of for the rest of her life and she knows that. Millie is a soldier there’s not even a lot of men that’s built like her.”
“All I’m saying is when is enough going to be enough, how many more millions do we need?” Eric asked. “We make millions every year just from all the assets we’ve accumulated sometimes it’s best to get out the game on your own instead of being forced out the game.”
Derrick sipped his drink and shook his head. Ever since Eric was a kid, he’d always been soft. While other kids were playing football, he was in the house reading a book, when other kids his age got into girls he was into learning how the stock market worked and operated. Ever since he was a kid, he had been different. “All I need is a little more time and we will go a hundred percent legit I promise.”
“I just don’t want all of us to wind up in a jail cell when this is all said and done.”
Derrick nodded. “All I need is a little bit more time,” he extended his hand. “You trust me?”
Eric shook his father’s hand. “Of course I do.”
CHAPTER 3
JIMMY
“Pull over right here, I think this the restaurant right here,” Jimmy said from the back seat. He had been running around all day and every time he got ready to unwind, it seemed like the family business kept calling which wasn’t unusual. Big Foot parked in front of the five-star restaurant, stepped out the driver seat, and opened the back door for Jimmy.
Jimmy stepped out the back of the Range Rover dressed in an expensive burgundy tailored suit. His swagger was on another level as he walked in t
he restaurant like he own the place because his father really did own the place. Women were known to say that him and the rapper Nas could have been twins the only difference between the two men were that Jimmy had a little bit more bulk to his already muscular frame.
Jimmy and Big Foot entered the restaurant and they were immediately met by the manager.
“Sorry to have to call you on such short noticed but I didn’t know who else to call,” the manager said with a scared look on her face. She was a blonde woman who looked to be in her early forties with pearly white teeth.
“What seems to be the problem?” Jimmy asked already in a bad mood.
“Well it’s this guy, him and his partner come in here almost every other day,” the manager began. “But when it’s time to pay the tab there’s always a problem and it never gets paid.”
“How much does he owe?”
“Seven thousand dollars.”