8. Ream
Chapter Eight
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“Make sure Reaper comes to my headquarters tonight. No excuses, I don’t give a fuck if you have to drag her here.
When she arrives tell my security that I will frisk her.
” I stood looking out the window watching the waves crash against the rocks.
I was at one of my vacation homes in Newport beach.
I had a three-story house right on the beach.
This was one of my favorite places to visit, I made it the headquarters for my immediate team.
We could sit down and go over new plans for the month, and they could give me the run down with what all was going down.
“You taking her to the Dominican Republic?” I turned to face Crystal while giving Solo a head nod. Solo stepped out of my office space and closed the door behind me.
“What does it matter? Why you lurking around?” I gave her a comical look and kept my voice the same tone.
I didn’t mind Crystal coming out here with me, she really didn’t have a reason to be here today.
This was the perfect day for me to tell her that she needed to move out of my main house and find her own place to live.
Our friendship was good, but I thought it would be best if she gave me the space that I needed.
In home pussy was good to have around. I outgrew that but wanted to keep our close friendship.
Lately, I hadn’t even slid and fucked on Crystal.
I didn’t see the point in her being in my home like she was my wife or something when she slept on the other side of my house.
“I just wanted to know. She’s new and kind of green, you haven’t even asked me to run a background check on her.
Is she something special?” I eyed Crystal carefully.
It had been a while since she asked me about my personal affairs, and I didn’t want her to start now.
Crystal was a sweet and kind woman but when it came to minding the business that paid her, she failed miserably.
“You’re here to have fun with your friends, right?
” I changed the subject as I eyed her sexy body.
Crystal was light skin, with freckles all over her face and body.
She had a pretty, exotic look to her and was very smart when it came to cleaning dirty money and staying on top of keeping things organized.
With everything she did for me, I had no connection with her.
The sex was great, her head was okay, and the average nigga would have loved to have her.
I met Crystal my sophomore year in college, we studied the same major.
I needed a tutor and from there on we became tight.
I didn’t start smashing her until our last year in college and at the time she had a nigga.
By the time we graduated, I was already involved with street shit, so I kept her close as a friend.
When I took over the dynasty Crystal and I was still close.
My mother never liked her, she even said she would be my demise.
Leave it up to my mom, no woman was good enough for me.
“My birthday tomorrow, you forgot, didn’t you?” she gave me a sad look.
“Nah, your gift is in the guest room that I got set up for you. Enjoy your friends, go do some shopping. Stay out of my way, I’ll be with the crew today.” I gave her a serious look.
“I thought I would be in the meeting as well, aren’t I a part of the crew.”
“No, you’re not Crystal.” I walked around her and left her standing there.
I didn’t have time to waste explaining something she already knew.
Crystal’s role was to play the background, she was my assistant and did paperwork.
What I sat around and talked about with my crew was none of her fucking business.
Stepping on the elevator, I went down to the first floor to find Solo.
Solo had been off the chain killing muthafucca’s and I needed him to tone that shit down.
What he did at the recreation center with Hakeem could have been handled differently.
I didn’t want Debo to necessarily know that we had a problem with him just yet.
Solo mom had just passed away two weeks ago from cancer, and I knew he was on edge.
A nigga like Solo didn’t want to be consoled.
He wanted to cause havoc by consoling himself by being violent.
I kept telling him if he needed to, he could take time off, no man was too manly to have time to mourn his loss.
Walking out the sliding glass door, I enjoyed the breeze that hit my body.
I rocked nothing but swim trunks and sandals.
I found Solo by the water with a bottle of Remy, looking at nothing in particular.
“You good nigga?” I took the bottle from him and took a quick shot of it.
“As good as it gets, I called Hakeem and told him to get that broad over here in the next hour. Everybody else should already know to be on the way.” He took the bottle back from me and threw it back, drinking it like it was his favorite juice.
“Fasho, if shit too much…you know you can take a step back and just chill. This shit ain’t going nowhere.” I reminded him.
“I’m good bro, Mom needed to rest. I’m gone miss the fuck out of her, I just ain’t no selfish nigga.
Crazily, I’m at peace with her death. The cancer had her suffering in the worst way.
I didn’t like seeing her every other day in so much pain.
” I nodded my head, and we stood there in silence enjoying the breeze.
“You know you gotta cool shit down, right? We still gotta hit the Dominican Republic and for Italy, I need niggas strapped and ready.”
“Say no more. I did what I did with Debo’s niggas to make sure that nigga know not to send no more of his pissy runner boys my way.”
“Understood.” We dapped up, I walked away to prepare for the meeting.
Solo was a little over the top, but he meant well.
His eyes stayed on the prize, and I didn’t have to continuously question his moves.
Coming up, I had a lot of big plays to make.
I needed my immediate team ready with no hiccups.
The first place we had to go was to the Dominican Republic.
I had a huge drop that I wanted to oversee.
I wouldn’t be physically there at the time of the drop; I would be sitting with another boss like myself as the transaction transpired.
The drop was artillery, and different kinds of firearms he needed for his country.
Fernando had been a good business partner, my grandfather Mapheal did business with his father, and so did my mom.
He also needed a favor from my assassin crew.
This particular trip would earn me lots of money and I was going to give all of my immediate crew a good percentage of the cut to show my appreciation.
The next trip was Italy. Armando was old school, very old, and racist. He couldn’t stand black people, yet he did business with a few.
Any black person that had more money or was on the same level as him he saw as a threat or competition.
That’s how he viewed me. If he was smart, he would have made an ally out of me.
Instead, he continued to piss the other heads of different countries and states off and skim off the top.
Him doing business with a small-time nigga like Debo was beyond disrespect to me.
Debo was beneath me, which is why he would never get the honor of speaking with me.
When it was time for Debo to die, he would know it was me that gave the say-so.
I only kept him alive so Armando could think he was controlling the narrative.
I was going to give Armando an offer he had better not turn down.
If he rejected, he would die the same day he shook my hand.
I was done being Mr. Nice, I played chess with this shit not checkers.
Once all my ducks were lined up, I sent them bitches to the river to swim.
Going up to the second floor to head to my room, I had the urge to relieve myself.
As good as Crystal looked, it could possibly be her.
Knowing Kat was on the way, I could’ve gone for her fire-ass head.
Entering my bedroom Crystal sat on the edge of my bed, I could tell she had been crying.
Her pretty eyes were red and puffy. It would have to be Kat that relieved me, there was no way on earth that I would lay pipe to Crystal while she was emotional like this.
I cared about her feelings more than anybody I ever fucked with, so I tried to be understanding even when I didn’t understand.
Females loved calling a nigga like me a dog, when I never even committed to begin with.
How could I be a cheater when I never told a woman on this earth that I was willing to commit to them?
I always expressed my gratitude for Crystal and made sure to be clear with her on where we stood.
I will say she was the closest thing I had that was like a girlfriend, but I also told her if she found a nigga that she wanted to be with let me know so we could end all the fucking we were doing.
I didn’t confuse women, they confused themselves into believing they could make a powerful man like myself change and be with them.
“You really don’t ever want to be with me?
” she held onto the Birkin bag that I gifted her for her birthday.
Inside was a hundred grand, a diamond necklace with her name and the keys to a nice ass condo that I got in her name.
Any other female would have been happy to receive something so big.
Here Crystal sat unhappy and bothered of the fact that I wanted space from her.
“Crystal, why do you keep doing this to yourself?” I closed the door behind me and took off my swim trunks. Her eyes went right down to my dick, and I walked away to go into my step-in closet to find something else to put on for my meeting after I got out of the shower.
“Why do you keep doing this to me Christian?! You know I fucking love you with all of my heart and soul! I wait around for you to come to your senses!” She yelled at my back. I chuckled a little bit at her saying she waited for me to come to my senses.
“Are you punishing me because I didn’t keep those babies!
You know the life you live so why would I bring a child into this world by a man that chases his power high by selling drugs and guns for a living!
” I turned around in a flash and grabbed her tight by the cheeks and squeezed her jawline to inflict pain.
"Bitch is you working with the feds?" I gritted lowly as I applied more pressure.
I ignored those crocodile tears that dropped down her cheeks because she had me fucked up yelling about what the fuck it was I did like she had a wire taped to her.
I eyed her swimsuit curiously then stared her back in the eyes.
“You’re so fucking paranoid! Why would I out of all people try to take you down when I love you Christian Powers!
” she sobbed and I released the tight hold I had on her and ripped her swim bra off, then pulled her bottoms down.
She gasped when I spread her legs with my knees and reached my hand between her thighs cupping her pussy to check for wires.
Once I finished the check, I turned back around to finish looking for an outfit in my closet, while I spoke to her with my back turned.
“I don’t need you reminding me what it is I do with my business.
Don’t you ever make it a point to yell no shit like that again Crystal.
Remember, I’m your boss and a friend not your lover.
I never told you to abort them babies. I make time for what I want to make time for, so a kid of mine would’ve been at the top of my priorities.
You played yourself with that.” I picked out a Gucci linen suit with matching loafers.
“Let’s try again for a baby, please? We still don’t have to be together. I will keep the baby this time please Christian.” Shaking my head in disgust at her desperate attempt, I stepped around her and put my suit on the bed and went to my dresser to pick out my cologne for the night.
“Crystal why do you contradict yourself, baby girl? Didn’t you just say…
you know what it doesn’t even matter. Look, I’m trying to be understanding to your feelings but to keep it real I don’t understand them.
I want to keep our friendship but in two days I need you out of my house.
I won’t confuse things anymore and fuck you.
We can still work closely together maybe in a couple of months when you get your feelings in check.
Use that money I gave you and do something with yourself.
I got too much on my hands right now and I don’t have the time to be wasting it on you.
” I walked away from her and walked right into the bathroom shutting the door behind me.
I told Alexa to play Nipsey Hussle to drown out the crying and pleading she was doing on the other side of my door.