6
"I don't like the idea of you going in alone boss," Serg said.
"I don't need a nigga to hold my hand and walk me down the street," I said because I had instructed him to drop me off two houses down from the brownstone I was to meet at.
I had put the word out that I was looking to buy up a lot of product while we was on the plane.
And, clearly these new niggas ain't built like me cuz I thoroughly do my due diligence before arranging a meeting with a new buyer.
Especially with the amount I said I wanted to negotiate.
These young niggas ain't heard shit but I had the cash on hand, and that was enough to get me a meeting for today.
Last night when we had landed, we spent time learning everything we needed to about this punk ass operation Trey was running.
I honestly wasn't impressed. Shit even hot headed ass can't tell him shit ass Cam was running shit better than that.
Or maybe because I was a boss ass nigga and not new to the game.
Double checking that I had everything I needed, I grabbed my stuff and stepped out of the truck.
Even though I was purposely walking in alone, I still had my guard up, and wouldn't underestimate this nigga.
His ass had already one upped me twice, he damn sure wouldn't get handed a third time because I dismissed him as a threat.
Looking around the neighborhood, I took in the fact that it wasn't rowdy, with busy traffic. I saw an old lady walking to the mailbox, while another one watered plants. In terms of a drug operation blending in keeping a low profile, it did the job.
Walking up the stairs, I went to ring the doorbell but the door instantly opened. A nigga who looked like the dad off Everybody Hates Chris looked me up and down before stepping back to let me walk in. I'm guessing he either knew I was here for a meeting, or this big soft ass nigga was dumb as fuck.
"Hands up," he said making a move to touch me. I damn near broke character as I easily side stepped his ass. Had them Cheetos ass fingers touched me I would have broke every one of them bitches off.
"I don't like to be touched," I said opening my jacket then turning around as I raised it up to show him I didn't have a gun on me.
"Now the bag," he said referring to my Goyard bag.
"Is this an interrogation or a meeting to discuss business? Because I don't have time for bullshit. I can take my business elsewhere," I said halfway unzipping my bag flashing the rubber banded stacks of money.
"Ok unbutton your shirt, and drop your jewelry in this basket," he said.
"Unbutton my shirt? Nigga what the fuck you on?" I said.
"This the only way you getting in here. You could be a bitch ass cop or some shit. Gotta make sure you not wearing a wire, and I know first hand y'all asses be hiding microphones in jewelry," he said as I smirked at him.
I found the shit comical that they didn't vet my ass, and immediately gave me a meeting, yet this where they drew the line at?
That was a smart move, because the nigga was correct, listening devices could be placed anywhere.
However, these weird ass niggas was backwards as fuck.
They could have potential if they tightened up.
Deciding to indulge this nigga, I unbuttoned a few buttons of my shirt, then slipped my watch and cuff links off.
I wasn't attached to either so I didn't give a fuck bout them.
If I had, this would have went a completely different way.
"Now your shoes," he said.
"My shoes? Fuck I look like to you? Goodwill? You just want all my shit," I said.
"He good Rell," Trey said walking down the hallway with at least three niggas following close behind him. I knew him by face from his file, and I also knew that the nigga to his right was his baby brother Lil Justin.
This could go either one of three ways. The nigga could instantly recognize me, tie me up, torture me to squeeze information out of me, kill my ass on the spot, or conduct the meeting as planned.
The thought of the first two made me excited as fuck at the possibility.
I was a crazy ass nigga so not only did the unexpected get a rise out of me. But, I loved a fuckin' challenge.
"Let's go into the living room and discuss business," Trey said snapping me out of my thoughts as he walked in front of me while Rell followed behind.
"You sit over here," Rell said directing me towards the couch against the window practically pushing my damn shoulders forcing me to sit down.
I wasn't sure if it was the reading glasses I was wearing, or the suit and tie that had this nigga acting like I was some sucka ass lame ass nigga or some shit.
But, I was seconds away from ruining my own damn game.
I could have had my niggas run up in here, shoot up the spot and snatch the nigga Trey up, but I enjoyed a game of cat and mouse.
And sometimes that kidnap approach wasn't always the best choice.
You could catch more flies with honey. I liked to get a nigga in their natural habitat and make them feel comfortable, invincible even.
Trey took a seat across from me in a wingback accent chair. While his men stood on either side of him.
"So, I heard you was looking to cop some work?" He said.
"You heard? I came here to see the product and discuss payments but you wasting my time," I said standing up.
"Shit I ain't know you wanted to get straight to the shit. But hell I do have the best shit in town," he said giving Rell a nod as he got up and walked towards the back. I sat back down and loosened my tie. Showtime.
Rell came back into the room a few seconds later with a brick of cocaine in his hands as well as a foldable dinner tray table.
"What is this?" I said looking at Trey.
"A sample, you'll get the rest once the deal is complete," he said as Rell set the table up in front of me before he sliced the brick partially open and placed it down on top.
"I'm good," I said even though tasting it is part of the buying process and the only way to know if the product is good or trash.
"What the fuck you mean you good? You don't want to taste the shit first before buying it then that's on you. Let's gone wrap this shit up. You can pay my man the bread and I'll have them bring the rest of your bricks to you. You can wait by the door," Trey said basically dismissing my ass.
It was time to cut the bullshit and get to the fun part.
"Hand me the bag," Rell said as I stood up.
"Naw I'm straight but check it, I have a few questions for Trey and I'm curious about your response to them," I said.
"Questions? What the fuck you think you doing? Ordering food off a menu? Ain't no fucking questions. The only thing you need to know is it's no refunds," Trey said.
"Man I told you this bitch ass square ass nigga was gone be on bullshit. Let me pop his ass," Rell said.
"Naw just get my money," Trey said turning to leave as Lil Justin headed towards me.
First mistake, never turn your back on a nigga, especially one who appears to be on bullshit.
Although Rell had me open my suit jacket, the nigga should have never allowed me to keep it on.
It may have looked like I wasn't carrying anything but that's because my suits are custom made with a hideaway flap on the inside seams that conceal my gun and holster.
Quickly pulling my gun out, I shot Rell ass in his head instantly dropping him before grabbing Lil Justin and holding a gun to his head.
"What the fuck!" Trey said turning back around as his niggas all pulled their guns out running back into the living room.
"Shoot this nigga Trey," Lil Justin said struggling to break out the hold I had him in. I had grabbed that nigga up like Ving Rhames had Tyrese in Baby Boy.
"Shut yo bitch ass up," I said to him squeezing his neck harder as he started wheezing struggling for air.
"Nigga I don't know what the fuck you thought this was but if you think you gone rob me and make it out that door, you dumb as you look." Trey said surprisingly calmer than I expected him to be. This was shaping up to be a very interesting trip.
"You think I'm here to rob you? Nigga I don't want this shit," I said laughing.
"What you want then besides a death wish? Cuz the only place you going when you walk out of here is hell," Trey said.
"My favorite place to frequent, I got a crib already set up in hell," I said with a smirk on my face. "Now back to these questions. Your answers gone depend on how angry I get. And trust me, this is me in a good mood, you don't want to see me pissed off," I said.
"Man shoot this nigga," Lil Justin said. I had loosened my hold a bit on his windpipe because I wasn't tryna kill the nigga; yet.
"I don't want to see your ass at all. And like I said, the only place you going is hell," he said with confidence as he held his hand up giving some type of signal. "Time's up," he said. Then, NOTHING. Nothing happened. The nigga again raised his hands up.
"Oh yeah about that," I said. "You come open this bag and grab the smaller one inside and hand it to Trey," I said motioning to one of the men.
He looked from me to Trey before walking over and opening my Goyard duffle bag up fully and grabbing the sack inside of it that was buried under all the cash.
"What the fuck is this?" Trey asked as dude walked back over and gave him the sack.
"A present for you, and I don't give out presents often so be grateful. Now open it," I said as he pulled the drawstring of the bag and immediately dropped it as he yelled out,
"What the fuck bruh." When he dropped the bag, the head that was inside it rolled across the carpet.
"I thought you wanted him? Wasn't that who you was signaling for?" I said.
"You sick as fuck," one of the men said.
"I take that as a compliment," I said.