19. Chapter Nineteen
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Chapter Nineteen
Buck
I left the house early this morning because we had two shipments coming in. I’ve been gone since five-thirty this morning and still had to go to D.E. for this bullshit ass meeting that Maseo’s people wanted to have. For their sake, I hope they came in there and acted like they had some fuckin’ sense or they’d be reunited with that nigga.
“That nigga tried to contact Kash again?” Stacks was here with me, and I could see he was aggravated with the shit.
“Nah, that bitch really went off the radar. He can’t stay hidden forever.”
“He damn sure can’t, and I ain’t wit’ looking over my damn shoulder. I’on do that shit no way, but still,” I stressed.
“Me either. Hell, Kash been jumpy as fuck and I’on like that shit. Some days she’s cool, then others she acts like a nigga can’t look out for her and Jace’s safety. She’s low-key pissing me off,” he explained. I understood though, because if my girl was acting like I couldn’t protect her, I’d probably let her lil’ ass fend for herself.
“Damn, that’s fucked up, and fuck that nigga. His time gone come and when it does, you and Kash gone be cool. Hell, her and lil’ man will be, too.”
“Yeah, aight,” was all he said before we continued with the breakdown so it could be ready for distribution.
“Here this nigga go, finally calling.” I answered the phone for Kilo and put it on speaker. “Yo?”
“Y’all still at the spot?” he asked.
“Hell yeah. Stacks over this bitch whining, so it’s taking longer than expected.” I joked while Kilo laughed.
“Fuck y’all,” Stacks shot back. “If I wasn’t a lil’ scared of Mel’s crazy ass, I’d report yo’ ass.” He pointed at me. “And you better be glad I like Nic and don’t want her crying over yo’ stupid ass.” I laughed because this nigga was hot.
“Damn, I ain’t do shit and yo’ crybaby ass throwing strays.” I laughed while he waved me off.
“Y’all stupid, but check it. I had a visit from Logic, and they’ll be in touch soon with the plans. I already signed the agreement, and it’s a sweet deal.”
“What’s the split?” Niggas never did shit without tryna tax you.
“Sixty-five, thirty-five. Our way,” he informed, and I nodded.
“Bet. That’ll definitely work.” Stacks agreed.
We chopped it up a little longer before we had to head to D.E. for this dumb ass meeting. After Kilo let us know he’d try to call in, we left the warehouse with Stacks on his bike, and I jumped in my truck. I called Goldie on my way so that I could check on her. When she answered the phone, she was sitting on the couch eating a jar of those pineapples that I had to order by the box.
“You ain’t tired of eating them shits yet?” I smirked.
“Nope. I’m almost out too,” she said between bites.
“Man, I know you lying. I brought you ten cases, Goldie. Ain’t no way you ate all that shit already?”
She shrugged. “It’s only three in a case.” She continued to eat like it was nothing to what she just said.
“I hope you’re feeding my boy something besides pineapples.” I smirked. “I just called to check on you, though. I got this meeting I’m about to head into, but I’ll be accessible. Aight?”
“Okay.”
I hung up with Goldie and made my way to the conference room with Stacks in tow. He pulled up the same time that I did and was on his bike, more than likely on the phone with Kash. When we got to the room, our pops was sitting down, having a conversation of his own.
“Baby, let me go. Those two knuckleheads you call sons just walked in.” I frowned when I heard him tell my mama to be ready for him when he got home. That shit literally made my stomach turn.
“It’s good to see you both on time,” he stated with a smirk. “Buck, what’s wrong with your face?”
“Don’t nobody wanna hear you telling my mama to be ready for you? Ready for what?” I frowned.
“Whatever it is has nothing to do with you. Just know that my wife is ready and waiting for me, just like Nic is ready and waiting for you.” He smirked.
“Man, watch out.” Stacks laughed like he wasn’t just crying earlier.
“You need to shut the fuck up.” I pointed. “Don’t let me start on your whining ass.” That caused him to stick his finger up at me. Before I could curse his ass out again, Rachel was knocking on the door, telling us our visitors have arrived.
After telling her to send them in, we cut out all the jokes and got serious. I watched as Maseo’s brothers, Manuel, and Lorenzo, walked in with Maseo’s son, Emilio. They greeted us before taking a seat. I kept my eyes on that nigga Emilio because he looked as if he had some shit he needed to get off his chest.
“Good afternoon, gentleman,” Lorenzo greeted. “I hate we had to meet under these circumstances.”
“Yet, you still brought your ass here,” I snapped.
“Buck,” my pops called my name but ignored his ass.
“Like I was saying,” Lorenzo started. “We came here today to see if the offer you gave my brother was still on the table? We still have a business to run despite his demise and unfortunately, said business can’t operate with the help of DeLuca Enterprises.”
“Wasn’t shit unfortunate about it. That muthafucka thought he could tell us how to run our shit and in return, I showed him who, in fact, ran this shit. So, if DeLuca Enterprises continues to do business with the Alvarez family, it’ll be at the same rate that was offered to your brother. It’s your choice whether you take it or not.”
“And if we don’t,” his bitch ass son interjected.
“Then you’ll be meeting that nigga at the crossroads.” The look on my face let him know not to fuck with me.
“Okay, gentlemen. We’ll be in touch. You’ll have the same amount of time to look over everything, just as Maseo. Once it’s returned, we’ll be in touch,” my pops instructed. He knew I hated being challenged and that fake ass CSI looking muthafucka was pissing me off.
The trio got up to leave with Emilio’s bitch ass eyes trained on me.
“You know I’m killing that nigga, right?”
“At least wait until he fucks up, and trust me, he will.”
Ignoring what my pops said, I got up to leave. I wasn’t planning on being gone all day since I left so early. I still had to go by Vault and Linc’s.
***
The crowd at Vault wasn’t that thick, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t making money. It simply meant that I wouldn’t be here long. I made my way through the crowd so that I could find Tahra. I found her standing by the craps table. She smirked as I approached her.
“Hey, Buck. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight. You’ve been spending all your time at Linc’s that you’ve forgotten about me.” I didn’t miss the lust in her eyes as she spoke.
“I’on need to show my face every day for muthafuckas to do their job, and if you need to be micromanaged, you can get the fuck on so I can hire somebody who can do their job and not be in my fuckin’ business.” I snarled.
Her face contorted into a frown. “Really, Buck? You get a bi—” I didn’t even give her time to finish her insult before I was squeezing the life out of her jaws.
“Speak on my girl again, and I’m gone replace your teeth wit’ a pair of dice. You understand?”
She nodded.
“Good, now get the fuck out my face and do your fuckin’ job.” I watched as she scrambled away as I continued to make my rounds.
“Aye, Buck. Let me holla at you.” I turned around to see who was crazy enough to be calling my name out like that. My scowl deepened when I saw it was Boom.
“The fuck you calling my name that fuckin’ loud for like I owe you money or some shit?”
“You do,” he stated.
I rubbed my hand over my face in an attempt to calm my damn nerves before I broke this nigga’s face in half. “The fuck you mean, I do?” I crossed my arms across my chest and waited for his bullshit ass explanation.
“I know y’all rigged that fight with Juke. Y’all knew that nigga couldn’t beat me.”
I couldn’t hold my laughter in if I wanted to because ain’t no way he was serious.
“Nigga, you mad because you got yo’ ass beat?” I laughed. “You better take that ‘L’ and get out my fuckin’ face ‘fore I beat yo’ ass for free.” It wasn’t any need to stand there and listen to his ass. I had shit to do and a woman to get home to. That was delayed by this dumb muthafucka, putting his gah damn hands on me.
Bam!
I turned around quickly and knocked that nigga on his ass.
“You might wanna give up fightin’ since you got more losses than wins. The next time you try some pussy ass shit like that, the next hit gone be wit’ some hollow tips. If you thought the hit I gave you hurt, watch what I do wit’ them.” I hit his ass again just as he was about to get up just because he had pissed me off. I didn’t even feel like going to Linc’s now. I’d text Kasha and let her know I wasn’t coming and then Stacks so he can handle the money for me. I was taking my ass home with my family where the fuck I belonged.
When I walked inside my penthouse, the aroma of something that smelled good as fuck crept up my nose. I walked further and turned the corner to find Goldie in the kitchen. As of late, all she wore in the house was a sports bra and boy shorts, and I not one complaint. She smiled when she saw me, which caused me to do the same.
Circling my arms around her, I kissed her neck. “All I had to do was fire you to come home to a hot meal?” I smiled. She nudged me, but I never let her go.
“Asshole. I cooked before.”
“Not nothing that smelled like this. What is it anyway?” I peeped in the pot and saw her stirring some meat.
“It’s honey barbecue chicken. I cooked jasmine rice to go with it and honey butter biscuits.” My stomach growled at the sound of all of that.
“Damn, that shit sounds as good as it smells. Let me go shower so I can enjoy it, then this.” I cupped between her legs, causing her face to flush.
It didn’t take me long to shower, and by the time I made it back to the kitchen, Goldie was setting our plates on the table.
“What you want to drink?” she asked. I backed up on the lean after our slip up. Once I found out I was having a son, I cut the shit out completely.
“Let me get a water.”
She brought the water, and I pulled her into my lap.
“You good?” I asked her. She didn’t willingly tell me shit, so I learned that if I wanted to know some shit, I had to ask her ass.
“I’m fine. What happened to you hand?” I looked down, and she was rubbing her fingers across my bruised knuckles.
“That nigga, Boom, brought his ass to Vault, asking for a rematch with Juke. He claimed he cheated so Juke could win, but how the fuck we rig a fight when you got knocked on your ass. He didn’t like the fact that I dismissed his ass, so he called himself fucking around and he quickly found the fuck out,” I informed.
“You…killed him?” She quizzed.
“Nah. I just knock that nigga on his ass and told him the next time he tried me, then I’d kill him.” I shrugged. I didn’t hide shit from Goldie because I needed her to know everything about me so that she could understand me.
After we ate, we laid in bed, and I rubbed her stomach while we watched Hustle I laid my ass right there and watched it with her. This was the type of shit I missed about relationships. I was a man, so naturally I wanted to fuck on my woman, but the intimacy with sex would always make me a sucker.