“Yo?”
“What you doing?” It was Erica, sounding as sexy as ever. He smiled then looked up just in time to see a car creeping by with tinted windows. The tint didn’t hide two pair of eyes that were on him. That’s when Kash reached for his gun. The car sped away through the condo’s parking lot as Kash came up out of the car. The phone was on the seat. He was in the middle of the parking lot with the gun out, held down by his side. “Pussy niggas,” Kash said, already knowing it had to be Zay or Eric’s scary ass that sent a fake ass hit.
Erica’s phone call just might’ve saved him some bullet wounds. Now that he had escaped death, he decided to always wear the vest Gangsta left for him. Kash walked back to the Benz and retrieved his phone. Erica was still on it.
“What’s up, pretty?” he asked, walking to the building. He watched the parking lot just in case them niggas came back. He really wanted them to try their luck anyways. Kash slid into the condo and made his way upstairs
“What you doing?” Erica asked again, because he’d had her on hold.
“Just got to the spot.”
“Oh, so you busy then?” she asked.
“Some like dat. what’s up though, baby? You still at Grady?” Kash made it to his door. He used his key to walk inside. Monkey and Veedo were posted, playing the video game.
“Yes, Nene is feeding Junior now as we speak.”
“So he’s doing good? “ Kash asked excited.
“Yes, he’s doing very, very good. It’s a miracle, he got to be here for two weeks though,” Erica replied and smiled.
“That’s amazing. That’s real good then. Yeah, so what’s up? You must tryna link up with me or something?” Kash wanted to know. He walked over and dapped each one of them up.
“Yes, if you want,” replied Erica. Just that comment alone made him envision them fucking in some hotel room somewhere.
“Hell yeah, we can do something. I’ma hit you up when I leave the spot. Give me ‘bout an hour,” Kash told her as he sat down.
“Okay.”
They disconnected the call and Kash placed his phone on the table. He caught the rotation of the blunt when it passed his face. The game was being played on Kash’s 70-inch TV, showing as real as ever.
“Roll up another one, shawty,” Monkey said to Kash, his face not leaving the big screen TV as the game went on.
“Nigga, I’m next,” Kash told the both of them and grabbed a wrap. He didn’t even care to tell either of them about the attempt made before he came in. He didn’t bother to tell them because it was no big deal to him, or at least that’s what he thought. Right now wasn’t the time to have them worried about simple shit when it was major movement going on right under their noses. Kash rolled the blunt and began.
“So y’all niggas check the move,” Kash said when he lit the blunt.
“It’s bout to go down, bigger and better than we expected it to go. This Mexican is really fucking with us all around the plate. He’s now trying to put the whole menu on our table. He want me to have three more states, being the sole distributor, and y’all niggas know I took him up on the deal,” Kash smiled.
“Huh? Is I’m hearing correct?” Veedo paused the game. Now his and Monkey’s focus was on Kash.
“Yeah, thing is the plug is slick hot and they wanna hide until the heat blow over. That’s where we come in at,” Kash explained.
“So it’s gone be us the feds gone focus on instead of them?” Veedo asked. The feds were the last people he wanted to deal with.
“Fuck nawl. We ducking the cops in all we do. We just got to out slick the slicker, be on point, be on every move, and keep these suckas names out our mouths. See, as long as we play ghost, then how can we get popped? What I’m saying is all of us will be able to play the background, you know, coach from the sidelines.”
“So who will supply us?” Monkey wanted to know.
“Same people. The main line still available to us, plus more. We get whips, houses, security, and artillery. We get a state to ourselves.”
“Ion know, bruh. Don’t this shit seem too good to be true though?” Veedo asked. By now, they had cut the game off and another blunt was in rotation. “I mean, best believe if the feds on them and we fucking with the same line, then that’s gonna eventually lead to us.”
“Could be true. But my plan is to get the position they giving, and then respectfully pull away from fucking with them. Give them everything and everyone back, but already be established. And within the sixty days I’m with them, getting the ins and outs, we link up with Lucky, rock him to sleep, and see if we can peep a weak spot ‘cause we gone take him out for being too slick,” Kash added.
Veedo had told him about the weed he found at June’s house so instantly Kash made a mental note to get Lucky some kind of way because that was strike two. He wouldn’t give him another chance to get over because the next time may just be his best time.
“I’m with it, my nigga,” Monkey said.
“Hell, I’m in, too, bruh. I’m just not tryna play around with them feds just yet,” Veedo replied with a shake of his head.
“Nigga, me either,” shot back Kash.
All three of them rode over to the warehouse to do a count up on the product. It took over an hour for them to total up six hundred kilos, kilos Kash ordered to be moved the next day. They also did a pull up on the money spot to make sure everything was everything. It was almost 11pm when they all split up and went their separate ways. Kash called Erica like he said he would. He had beauty on his mind.
Chapter 7
Later that night after leaving the warehouse, Kash picked Erica up in front of Grady. He drove another whip this time. It was a honey white four-door truck that Erica didn’t recognize. When it pulled up directly in front of her, Kash let the tinted window down. They both locked eyes, and then she opened the door and jumped inside, looking and smelling good.
“Hey,” she spoke while putting on her seat belt. When she looked, she saw on the console a handgun and a bowl of weed. The bowl made her remember the times he did things like that at her house. It made Erica smile on the inside.
“What’s up, sweetie?” Kash pulled off. It was around midnight. The sky was cool and dark with stars everywhere. He had made plans to take her out to dinner and then take her to a room and get his smash on. He was just hoping she was down for the action because he could’ve scooped up a begging Roxanne who wouldn’t stop calling or texting his phone.
“Nothing, tired of sitting in that damn hospital. I’m just glad it’s over with and my nephew can finally come home now. I know his daddy gonna be happy once he finds out that baby woke up and he’s doing better than expected,” Erica said.
“So have y’all heard from him yet?”
“Him and Nene been writing, but he’s yet to call. You know how stubborn he can get at times,” Erica said.
“I need his GDC number ASAP,” Kash shot back. He needed all the correct info on Gangsta because once it came down to helping him out, he didn’t want anybody acting as if they didn’t know who Gangsta was.
“Okay, NeNe got it, I’m sure.”
“Bet that.”
“Boy you and Gangsta are twins,” Erica said out of the blue skies, which made Kash look at her.
“What makes you say that?” Kash questioned. Now she had his full attention.
“You oughtta to seen him out here without you, man. I mean, he was holding shit down and all, but it wasn’t a day I seen him smile. It wasn’t a day that went by that Gangsta wasn’t putting something together to help us out here and when I see you, I see him. ‘Cause you have yet to smile and I see with my own eyes you handling stuff. So yeah, y’all are twins,” Erica responded, and then started messing with the radio.
“That’s my nigga, my G, my nigga for life,” Kash admitted with a nod of his head.
“I know,” she agreed.
Erica was still bad, three years later, Kash saw. He had so many nights of hate for her and she still had
it going on. Her smooth skin tone and her pretty face matched her small waist and phat ass. She was thicker than a slim NeNe but also was small with it.
What Kash liked most about her was her smile and that she had some super cute toes. He was a feet man so it was a plus, a must, that his female had pretty feet. Erica was wifey type to the niggas who were not in the streets, because she most definitely wasn’t the rider type for a nigga doing a prison bid. Kash could never put his true trust in her as he’d done before.
Kash pulled up to Taste, an upscale restaurant in Buckhead that was owned by Zay and Eric. Kash parked his own whip versus using the valet. He gave his name at the door and was escorted to a beautifully put together table. The seating was cream soft leather with golden trim. Music played softly overhead. The entire atmosphere of the restaurant was amazing. He and Erica took seats. She held a big smile on her face.
“God knows I haven’t been anywhere since them boys kicked in our door. I’m somehow nervous just being anywhere. I guess I just feel brand new,” Erica said while looking at the menu on the iPads at the table that were used to order from.
“Well, just sit back and relax, baby girl, you wit a real nigga. Nobody gone harm you while I’m on these streets, so order you a meal for champs and enjoy your safety,” Kash assured her and began looking at the menu also. He was hungry and more ready to get her naked than anything. After the food arrived, he took the time to survey the room, watching everyone who worked there and noting every door they walked in and out of. He had plans to pay Eric a visit, just to let him see his face because he knew Zay had told him what was going on by now. Kash knew that the so-called hit sent was right up Eric’s alley, with his scary ass.
He and Erica ate in silence just every so often they’d look at each other. Erica would slightly blush and Kash just looked. It was hard for her to read him, even though she still tried. But it was nearly impossible to know what was truly on his mind.
“Baby girl, I’ll be right back,” Kash excused himself from the table. He had already peeped the way he would get back into the office, so he went straight inside the cooking room. The cooks and waiters strangely looked at him as he walked through, but nobody dared say anything, even if they wanted to. Kash saw the door that belonged to Eric and Zay because it was marked private. He walked right in on Eric and two niggas Kash had never seen. Eric was seated behind a desk with his hand hidden under it.
The two guys were each posted in the corner of the office. Kash noticed the video monitor and instantly saw Erica seated at their table, meaning Eric was watching him the entire time. Kash smiled that wicked smile.
“Shawty, you that shook?” he asked Eric. Then he looked to both the dudes. “You know what’s up with me, bruh, I’m an animal. Two or three ain’t enough,” he was talking about them being deep and looked to have straps on them.
“Come on, Kash, why you wanna bring drama into this shit, my nigga?” Eric asked.
“Nigga, why yo hand under the table?” Kash asked and pointed. Eric looked down to his own hands then back up to Kash face before saying.
“We don’t want no problem, my nigga, but…”
“But what, Eric? What, nigga? You know what’s up. Boy, stop playing. Y’all niggas gotta pay dues.” Kash was ready for whatever. He knew that all three of the dudes were strapped, but at the same time, he knew that Eric wouldn’t allow gun shots to go off inside the restaurant.
“What dues, my nigga? You tripping, bro,” Eric said, his hand still under the table. Both the dudes started clutching their weapons also, but Kash was bar none, especially at the moment.
“Dues for being fuck niggas, niggas who owe Gangsta their lives,” Kash said fast as his face hardened.
“That’s my first cousin, bro. Gangsta know I got him on whatever. So what is you talking about?” Eric said.
“Bitch, ion give ah fuck if he yo son, you know you fake kicking it, he know you faking it, and I know. Like I said, my nigga, you got the message I sent Zay. Oh, and I got that message earlier today.” Kash paused, and then looked over the two dudes again and asked, “Is these them lil’ niggas who was scared to bust something when they saw me?” Kash laughed at his own question.
“Man, Kash, you on some mo shit. I don’t know why, but you are…”
“Nigga, name one time you sent shawty some money to his books.”
Kash knew that neither Zay nor Eric had sent Gangsta one penny. And the more Eric was playing stupid, the madder Kash became. “You know what?” Kash shook his pointer finger at Eric. “It’s thirty-five percent every week, boy, no flexin’. You don’t have enough niggas in this world that can protect you from me, so play with it, nigga.”
And just like that he walked out of the office, slamming the door and walking back into the front where Erica awaited him at the table. Instead of sitting, he stood there with his hand held out for her. She took it.
“Everything okay?” Erica wanted to be sure everything was good because his facial expression had change instantly.
Kash just winked his eye. “Everything’s perfect, baby girl,” he responded and led the way out of there with plans on returning however he saw fit. Outside he jumped in the truck, then reached for the fresh rolled blunt. He needed to smoke one badly. Kash was a weed head and had always been that way since he first started smoking. Erica cracked her window but said nothing about him smoking because she felt something was wrong and she was not trying to add fuel to flame.
They rode listening to music. Erica text Nene back and forth while Kash smoked. His mind was on something else now, like Lucky, the New York nigga. Kash felt in his heart that Lucky was indeed a killer but he was old school and Kash was on go-go like a 90s baby, so he knew that the pressure could be applied. it would just have to be finessed the right way. He tossed the blunt roach out the window then checked his phone as he punched down the highway going to the Marriott downtown Atlanta. He stole a look at Erica, looking like heaven in the passenger seat, and couldn’t wait to get her in the room to do her something bad.
***
Veedo opened the picture message from Trish and was captivated once again by her beauty. She looked so young and adorable too be the age she was with long jet black hair, the kind of hair that had her baby hair cute. She was your typical redbone, but you could confuse her for being a mix breed. It was just this certain look about the woman Veedo noticed.
“What’s good, baby girl,” he sent a text back. Inside his grandma’s house, he was posted at her dinner table counting money and thinking.
“Nothing much, just got off work,” the text came back.
“You so beautiful. Wish I could hang with you but I know you just got off so rest up, baby girl, and get at me later,” Veedo text again. His grandmother was in her room somewhere as Veedo continued his count of the stacks of block of money in wraps. He had well over half a million dollars on the table in his face. Veedo was ready to cash out the game, let it go, let everyone else play because he now had the money to invest into something legitimate.
While he was fresh out, he could start over. But the streets were calling his name. His loyalty to Gangsta was what had him, and murder was what came with selling bricks of cocaine. His phone vibrated again. It was Trish.
“You can come chill if you like. I’m not sleep or nothing, nor tired.”
Surprised was Veedo to get the message. He didn’t look at it like she was a freak or something, but he was still surprised that she even considered him to come over so fast.
“Text me the address.” He sent his reply as his grandmother walked into the dining room. She took a seat at the table and slid him a note. He looked at it and nodded his head.
“That spot back there is getting full,” his grandma spoke. She opened her bible like always and began to read her word.
“I know, ma, that’s why I’m moving some of it to another spot. Just hold what you got so I’ll always have me something in life, and I’ll make sure nothing else come here,” Veedo told h
is favorite woman in the world. All he had ever become stemmed from his grandmother. He could never deny her that.
“That’s fine, baby,” was her reply while still looking at her Bible. She was always there for him and that was his security.
After Veedo loaded the money into the Benz trunk, he left Dill Ave and followed directions from his GPS to Trish’s house. On the way over, Veedo had thoughts of his partner Gangsta. He wanted to visit him and have a face to face talk with the man he looked up to in some form, being that Veedo was older.
He just wanted to make sure Gangsta was okay, make sure he was still level headed. He needed a real nigga like Gangsta on the streets. He didn’t deserve the amount of time they’d given him. Veedo didn’t care what Gangsta did. His cell phone rang showing the caller was an unknown number. Veedo looked at it and decided not to answer it.
He made a mental note to get his number switched while he was safe. Veedo was plotting to act as the ghost Kash said they all should be. To Veedo, that was a great idea. Veedo planned to stick with it, at least until he was able to escape the game fully. The phone rang again with the same number, which was private.
He paid it no mind as he followed the GPS to Trish’s house in Riverdale, GA, deep on the south side. It took him longer than what he thought. When the Benz turned on her street, Veedo was surprised to see how nice the homes were and the nice cars parked in driveways. Trish’s house was fairly big with three brand new whips in the yard. Veedo pulled into the driveway and killed the lights to his Benz. He sent her a text message, telling her he was outside.
“I’m here.”
He sent it and then sat there waiting on her reply, but didn’t get it. Instead, he saw her door open up and out she came, looking as amazing as the first time he saw her. Veedo got out of the Benz. He walked over, meeting her at the steps leading to her door. She wore regular jeans and flats with a nice shirt. Her picture perfect face was the main attraction, and her body was banging, too.
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