38. Solo
Chapter Thirty-Eight
SOLO
I sat in one of the trap houses watching niggas bag up the new product that was about to hit the streets tonight.
Talking on the phone to a bitch was never my thing but lately, I found myself enjoying Asia’s conversation.
She was smart as fuck and had a little humor.
Most of the time, she sounded kind of stuck up, but I was digging the fuck out of her and couldn’t wait to dig her ass out.
“Solo, I need some time off, my girl wants me to get a real job and start bringing in more dough.” This nigga named Tboi complained.
“Let me call you back sexy.” I hung up the phone, not giving her the chance to respond and stood up and slapped the shit out of him. Coming up to me on some hoe shit.
“I oughta shoot yo brains onto yo bitch and let her think for you nigga.” He held his face and looked like he wanted to cry.
“You tryna get put on a shirt?” I asked as he took a couple of steps back and looked astonished.
“Nah man, I’m just trying to do right by my family.” He reasoned as I nodded my head.
“Fasho lil nigga, don’t ever come up to me running ya mouth while I’m on the phone. You’re done.” I calmly said and looked at the other niggas bagging shit up.
“But I thought…”
“You thought wrong muthafucca! I pay you really well! You just need more money to buy pussy on fig. Ya bitch don’t know that that’s the reason you always run short at the end of the month.
She was begging to suck my dick for a stack last month.
Tend to your family lover boy, do the right thing.
” I tapped him on his shoulder, giving him a death stare that told his ass to get the fuck out.
The only reason why I didn’t let his bitch top me off was because her breath smelled horrible.
She was ugly as fuck, but I didn’t give a damn about looks when it came to getting head.
The ugliest hoes gave the best kind of top.
Hygiene was a big thing to me. If a bitch breath smelled pungent, the bottom of her feet was dirty, she couldn’t possibly suck my dick.
“Anybody else got a problem with the way they get paid? If you don’t want to be down with the dynasty let that shit be known and walk.
Ain’t no room for pussy ass shit! If it’s beef, I like to eat!
So, bring that shit to me!” I warned making sure to look every nigga directly in the eyes.
My phone started to ring as I pulled my attention away and answered.
“Shit going smooth, real smooth on my end.” Ream talked in code, he was basically saying that shit was looking ugly out there in Italy and the next step was to take that nigga Armando out.
He had his sit-down meeting with him today by himself.
Reaper went along with him, but the plan was for her to be at the same place at the same time.
Meaning, she was at Armando’s club while him and Ream were meeting up for their sit down.
If the meeting didn’t go well, Ream would accept whatever he said then Reaper would make her move.
Reaper could be any niggas weakness. She looked alluring and sophisticated; it wasn’t every day you came across a dark skin chick with gray eyes.
She had an innocent look to her but was just as deadly as the rest of us.
“Yea, how is your girl liking everything out there?” I talked back in code.
“She loves this shit. She doesn’t want to leave.
” Nodding my head with a smile on my face, I knew by what Ream said Reaper already had him where we wanted that bitch ass nigga Armando.
Niggas always fell for pussy, especially niggas of another ethnicity.
They loved thinking they got a beautiful black woman to carry out their darkest fantasies.
“Next couple of hours, we will be on the jet, headed back. I will see you in a few days, I want you to meet with the new cleaning lady tomorrow morning for me. Show her how I like shit done, I like my whites mixed with bleach.”
“I got you, my nigga.” We hung up and I took a seat.
Armando would no longer pose a threat to any of us, which was a good thing.
Word was already on the street that Debo had retired from his position and there were plenty of niggas trying to step in his shoes.
A loud bang snatched my attention from my homies bagging up product as police swarmed in like flies.
Their guns were already pointed, and the majority of my men were hemmed up and placed in cuffs.
I sparked up a blunt as the last uniformed cop walked in, she had big-ass Gucci frames covering half of her face but when she took them bitches off, I smiled and spat a loogie out that flew and landed on her freckled face.
She wiped it off smoothly and told her officers that she was fine.
“Lance Washington, stand up and put your hands behind your back.” Nodding my head, I took another toke from my blunt and dropped it on the carpet.
“We gone have a lot of fun with you, when all this shit blows over bitch.”
“Is that a threat Mr. Washington?” She placed her small hand on my right shoulder and kneed me in the balls causing my stomach to drop. I refused to give this bitch the satisfaction, I took the pain and gave her my back before I found myself trying to fight more charges that was already pending.
“If you were a smart man, you will tell us everything we need to know and become a protective witness.” She tightened the cuffs on me as two other officers lead me out of the house.
This bitch Crystal was really bold. So bold it made my dick hard just thinking about the death wish she placed on her own self.
I didn’t know how long this shit could take, and I felt fucked up that I wouldn’t be able to warn my nigga Ream.
I knew for a fuckin fact that they were gone beat my ass soon as I got to the station.
They also weren’t about to grant me no phone calls.
I would die before I turned into a street rat, so I had already mentally prepared myself for what was to come and had no second thoughts about how it would end up.
I have been placed out of my comfort zone plenty of times, only difference about this time is I was a nigga with lots of money and would have a bomb ass lawyer bailing me out come morning.