3. Gemini Black #2
The drive was smooth sailing. Luckily, I didn’t run into any traffic, so the time that the navigation said that I would get here was the exact time that I pulled into one of the luxury car warehouses.
The spot was called Central Florida Motor Group.
I’ve been doing business with them for about four years now.
They were basically a luxury vehicle distributor.
For example, let’s say the Mercedes Benz dealership in Orlando needs three G- class whips.
The G- class whips can be sitting at a Miami dealership.
Central Florida Group will buy it off the Miami dealership, the brokers that they have will arrange the sale, and from there, they do the transfer. I step in by transporting the cars.
“You gotta use the restroom or anything? We going to be here for a little minute. I gotta handle some paperwork, they gotta inspect the cars, and I have to unload. You might as well get out, so you can stretch your legs,” I suggested, after I successfully pulled my truck in front of the business.
Amina was looking around, seeing all those luxury cars that were parked out front of the business. You could even see the luxury cars that were inside, propped in the showroom.
“You transport cars?” she asked me, as if it finally clicked to her the kind of shit that I was moving.
“What? You thought because I listen to music about moving dope, that I was moving dope too?” I asked her.
“If I thought that you were moving dope Gemini, trust me, I wouldn’t have got in the car with you,” she shot.
“Yeah okay. You would have still been sitting right there in the passenger seat. If I was moving dope, you think I would have told you? You wouldn’t have known,” I finished, removing my seatbelt, prepared to get out of the truck.
“Wait, so it’s cars in the back then?” she asked me. Again, it was clicking to her what I was out here doing.
“Its four cars in the back. I’m about to unload them in a second. You getting out, or you going to stay inside the truck?” I wanted to know.
“I do have to use the restroom. I want to see the way the cars get unloaded from the back though,” she let me know.
I fucked with that response. It showed that she had somewhat of an interest in my world.
She could have chosen to sit her ass in the seat and not give a damn about what it was that I was doing.
She didn’t do that though. As much as she wasn’t fuckin with me, she seemed to be fuckin with what I was out here doing for work, and I liked that.
“Aight. Stay right there, so I can help you step off. I won’t unload it until you get back from using the restroom,” was probably the nicest interaction that the two of us had so far. If Gianna was here to witness this moment, I’m sure my sister would be proud.
I opened the door and jumped down. I stretched my arms, and my legs, and walked around the front of the truck, so that I could get to Amina’s side.
I pulled the door open, reaching my hand out for her to grab it.
She took it, walked down the two steps, and she was now standing on the concrete, just as I was.
She stretched out her legs, and arms, like I’d done.
As she was doing that, I felt movement behind me.
I turned around, and I saw that Chris and Malcolm were walking out.
They were brothers. They owned the company.
When they walked over, making it to me, they smiled, each putting their hands out, so that I could slap it up with them.
I went for Chris first, since he was closer to me, and then I went for Malcolm.
“G, what’s good? How was the ride, man?” Malcolm wanted to know.
“The ride was smooth. It’s cool if she goes inside to use the restroom?” I asked them.
“Yeah. You know it’s no problem. How you doing? I’m Chris,” Chris said to Amina, sticking his hand out for her to shake. He was looking at her with a big ass smile on his face. It’s no secret that Amina was a beautiful woman, so the reaction that Chris was giving her was warranted.
“Hi. I’m Amina,” she responded, sticking her hand out for him as well.
They shook hands, and then Malcolm came over, so that he could introduce himself to her as well.
From there, I looked to Amina, pointed at the double doors of the company, letting her know that that was the way to get inside.
I told her to walk in, take the hallway down, and that the women’s restroom would be the first right.
She nodded her head to that and walked off.
Chris and Malcolm were typical niggas because they followed her with their eyes the entire time that she walked away. It wasn’t until we couldn’t see her anymore that they turned their heads and looked back at me.
“Since when you started letting women accompany you on the road? G, as long as we’ve been doing business, you’ve never pulled up on us with a woman. That’s your girl?” Chris wanted to know.
“Nah. That’s my sister best friend,” I responded, keeping it short.
“So, that’s not you then?” Chris asked again, just to make sure.
I shook my head at him. I don’t know what it was, but I felt the need to be overprotective of Amina in this moment.
Not because I was trying to keep her to myself or anything like that, but I knew bits and pieces about the things that she was going through right now in her life.
I knew the last thing that she needed right now was a thirsty ass nigga checking for her, trying to see what her relationship status was.
I’m sure she needed to heal before she started giving dudes a chance out here.
“Ay, Chirs, main man, with all due respect, that’s not what I’m here for.
I’m came here to drop off this load to you.
Let me know when you ready for me to unload the cars, so that you can inspect them.
When that’s done, let me know when you ready for us to sign the paperwork.
Whatever she got going on right now in her personal life, whether she’s single, married, in the process of a divorce, none of those things have shit to do with this load,” I was firm.
I was a serious type of person. I could talk my shit, do all the playful banter, but when it came to handling the business, there was a fine line.
You could tell that Chris didn’t expect me to come at him the way that I did. He turned to look towards his brother, and Malcolm kind of just threw his hands up, basically letting Chris know that he didn’t want anything to do with this.
“You got it. Come on. You can unload the cars,” Chris said, dropping it. It was the best thing for him to do. If we’re being honest, it was the safest thing for him to do as well.
I walked away, so that I could head for the back of the truck.
The first thing I did was open the trailer door.
On the inside, I had wheel straps and ties securing the cars in place, so I had to hop in to quickly release them.
There were hydraulic controls that were in place to manage lowering the upper deck.
Seeing that everything was clear, all I had to do was step inside the trailer, where I went for the first car.
I completed the same step, releasing the wheel straps, that had the tires secured to the floor.
I quickly got into the car, started it up, and it rumbled loudly. It was a Lamborghini Huracan. If I wasn’t always on the road, away from home for months at a time, this would be a car that I would add to my fleet. Since I’m not home like that, it wasn’t worth the money.
I slowly backed it out of the enclosed trailer.
All it took was a few seconds for me to carefully back it down the ramp and onto the pavement.
As I was getting out, I could hear Chris and Malcolm behind me, and they were already admiring the whip.
I tossed the keys at them, and I hopped back into the trailer, so that I could go for the next whip.
This one was a red Ferrari 488. This shit was nice as hell too.
Definitely one of those whips where people would stare whenever you pulled up somewhere in this.
I was able to repeat the same steps with the Ferrari, removing the wheel straps, and ties.
I started it up and backed it out of the trailer.
This time, when I stepped out of the car, I could see Amina walking outside.
I noticed that she removed her sweater. Instead, she had it tied around her waist. You could see the tank top that she was wearing, that was clinging onto her body.
From where I stood, it was evident that she had a waist that was non- existent.
It was hot as hell out here, so when she walked, she picked her right hand up, using it as a visor to kind of block the sun that was beaming on her.
Not wanting to come off as the same drooling ass niggas that Chris and Malcolm made themselves out to be as they were looking, I quickly turned away, so that I could get back to business.
I hopped back into the truck, and this was the part that was a little trickier.
The way my setup was built, I was able to haul four cars at a time.
The two that I just pushed out were the two that sat on the trailer floor.
Now, I had to tend to the other two that were on a hydraulic upper deck, above the two at the bottom.
All I had to do was go over to the control panel that was mounted along the wall, and from there the platform that carried the two cars up top began to slowly descend toward the floor.
That took about two minutes to successfully get down to the floor, and everything that I just finished doing to the bottom whips, I did to the top.
I pushed out a silver McLaren 720S and an Aston Martin DBX. All four cars were beautiful. I’ll admit that when it came to this car shit, Chris and Malcolm always ordered the best whips.
“Damn. These shits look even better in person. Good shit, G. Thank you for getting this down here successfully to us,” Malcolm stated, walking over to me, so that he could shake it up with me.