Chapter Fifteen Trill
“The fuck you mean y’all brothers?”, Dre asked.
“Just what the fuck we said nigga. Different mama’s same daddy”, Savage responded.
“That’s some bullshit!”, he spat.
“May be. But ain’t shit we can do to change it. We’ve accepted the shit. If y’all niggas want to keep eating. I suggest y’all do the same”, I said.
“I don’t think it’s something any of us saw coming but Trill you know how we do. Ain’t shit changing the bond that we have”, Jace said.
“You my brother man. Blood don’t have to be in the equation. I don’t give a fuck what’s going on, ain’t no switching up with SSC”, Ice responded.
Nico let me know that he feels the same way.
I never had to question Mazi. That’s some shit that I knew from the beginning.
Hearing that my team didn’t have no backlash for me calmed my nervous system.
The people who have had my back up until now, I needed them to understand.
The fact that they do makes me feel even better about accepting my new brotherhood.
Dre seemed to be the only motherfucker in the room with an issue.
Ice wasn’t even trippin on working with him.
I know that he doesn’t care for the nigga.
Yet, he’s not on some bitch shit like him.
Savage appeared irritated as fuck, but he kept his composure.
That nigga Dre is embarrassing as fuck honestly.
The nigga knows nothing about the code of loyalty.
In front of people you’re supposed to stand with your nigga right or wrong.
Never go against them. He didn’t understand that shit at all.
I can see him being the one to cause issues for the group.
It’s best Savage handle his ass. If I have to, I might end up killing the nigga.
“We came into some work. A lot of it. It’s going to take every person present in this room right now to get it off.
That’s going to take you niggas working together.
This is some shit that’ll make y’all rich.
To set you and your families up for life.
That’s if your strategic with the shit. It’s safe to say Trill and I have taken enough losses.
We’re good on that shit. If anybody in here that’s not ready or willing to get down with us, the door is open.
From this day forward, this shit is about business and business only.
There is no room for bullshit. No room for feelings or fuck shit. ”
“Any chance at making some fuckin paper I’m with it. I don’t give a fuck about none of that extra shit. The money comes first”, Ice said, all the while side eyeing Dre.
The nigga sat there like his pressure was through the roof. Savage has a way with words. I sit back and let him do most of the talking.
“We got the shit and it’s ready to go. We’ll meet back here tomorrow for the kickoff. We’ve been busy as fuck today. Now it’s time to go let our hair down. If any of y’all niggas want to come to kick it at the R&B night, feel free to roll through/”
“I’m good on that shit”, Dre said lowly.
“Suit yourself, bitch ass nigga! I’ll see y’all niggas in a minute”, I said.
I had enough of being in this nigga’s presence for the day anyway. I left that damn warehouse and headed home to get ready for the night.
***
I expected somebody to have an issue with the shit.
I honestly expected a lot of them to have an issue with it.
Like I have been saying from the get-go, I knew that shit wouldn’t sit well with them.
Simply because of all the beef. Everything is different now.
The stakes are higher. At the end of the day this shit is about money.
It’s about doing what’s best for you and yours.
If any of those niggas were in my shoes, there’s no doubt in my mind that they would do the same thing.
We’re not starving these niggas. We’re going to continue to make money.
The way that I see it, if these motherfuckers want to keep eating, they will stay on the winning team.
The team just so happen to be one now. No more of that beefing shit going on.
It’s enough money for all of them to eat and to be comfortable doing so.
Not just living. I’m talking about living where you can actually see the money doing all the things that you once dreamed about.
This shit was a boost for everybody in the game.
There was no need to fight about territory and shit when we’re the niggas with the work now.
That nigga Dre didn’t like the idea of working with Ice. Ice did some shit that I didn’t expect. At the end of the day, though everything is not about a bitch. The sooner those niggas get that shit in their head, the better off they’ll be.
I’m just happy that we got that part out of the way. I didn’t have to stay up any more nights worried about how motherfuckers would feel. They all know now and from my understanding we’re about to get to this bag. I didn’t even want to think about no more hard leg shit anymore.
As I walked into Brave, the only thing was on my mind was seeing Purity’s fine ass walk through the door.
Savage did the honor of getting us a section.
If anyone was in Platinum a couple of months ago and saw that shootout take place, they would be in awe right now.
To have SSC and ACE walk in this establishment together is a sight to see.
Time brings about change. In this instance, it also granted us growth.
One thing my mama always said to me as a child is that “You can’t cry over spoiled milk.” In other words, what’s done is done. No need to dwell on the shit you can’t change. Savage and I have both accepted things for what they are. I must say, it feels good not to be beefing with this nigga.
As we walked in the club “Vibe” by Calvin Richardson was blaring through the speakers. As soon as I heard the beat, I already knew the DJ was on his shit. The bottles were already on ice when we made it to the section. I wasted no time pouring up. Good r&b and some liquor was a vibe for sure.
“Can we smoke in this motherfucker?”, I leaned down and asked Savage.
“My potna is the owner. You good bruh, do you.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I sparked up my blunt instantly.
The music and the za was hitting just right.
Add the effects of the liquor in that equation and a nigga was feeling great.
I was only missing one thing. My heart regulator.
After this long ass day I’ve had, I need some to bring me a peace of mind.
To bring me back to a softer place. I know that she is more than capable of doing that.
“Where the bitches at?”, Ice asked.
“You just chill your ass out before Londyn roll her ass in here.”
“Londyn is at home with her son. I’m trying to see some new shit. Her ass like trap and twerk music. She don’t want to listen to no damn r&b. She won’t be in no place like this.”
Everyone in the section fell out laughing. We all knew it was true. She’s a true hood chick. Nothing like this would appeal to her. It was too slow and not enough going on. This setting is for the sophisticated women. The women with substance and class. Londyn don’t know shit about that.
“Y’all niggas ain’t half bad man”, Nico said.
Hearing those words come out his mouth made my heart smile. Nico is a real no new friends type of nigga. He just trusts my judgement. Also, seeing that Mazi is on board played a big part as well.
“Y’all niggas ain’t ”, Cross said.
I shook his hand as a peace offering. Everything was all good on my end.
I didn’t have a problem with any of these niggas anymore.
The only person that was missing is Dre.
He’s throwing a little temper tantrum right now, but he’ll be okay.
From my understanding, that’s his usual position.
The nigga is always throwing a fit about something.
Being the smooth ass nigga that I am, I love slow jams. The DJ was doing his shit before. But when I heard Donell Jone’s “I Hope it’s You” began to play, I almost lost it. The nigga was spinning all of the right tracks. The DJ and Donell was right on time. As soon as he started singing, I saw her.
That damn cheetah print lil get up she was wearing had me woozy in the fuckin head. Man, this woman was passed a dime. She’s a fucking quarter if I’ve ever seen one. Her professional wear didn’t do her body justice at all. Shit was sickening.
What I love about her the most, is that everything about her is all natural. In this day and age, that shit is rare. Especially a body like that. People go pay for the body type that she naturally possesses.
“Gah damn, who the fuck is that?”, Cross asked.
“That’s all me potna. Try to get at one of her friends or some shit.”
I rose up from my seat. I didn’t need to hear his response.
I made that shit plain, in front of every nigga with me.
When they see her, all they need to know is that has Trill written all over it.
I made my way over to them quickly. I saw the way she had niggas drooling out of the mouth.
I wouldn’t give none of these other niggas a chance to get at her.
I know what I want and ain’t shit getting in the way of it.
“Good evening, ladies”, I greeted them, with a smile on my face.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mr. Trill.”
I laughed at her ass. I remember her big personality from the night after the club. I see she still is a trip.
“Roni right?”
“In the flesh”
“And you’re Jania”
“Yep, you got it right. How have you been?”
“I’m doing just fine now”, I said.
My eyes were trained on Purity the entire time. My mind was on sucking the hell out of her red lips. The liquor had me wanting to kiss her other set as well. The woman is bad as hell. In due time, she’ll be mine.
I placed a kiss on her cheek and grabbed her by the hand. I invited them over to our section so they can meet the guys. I wasn’t trying to show Purity off. I just had to make it known that she is spoken for.