54. Ream #2
Hakeem walked in with a beautiful woman who damn near matched him in height.
She had a rough edge to her but the beauty in her face couldn’t be missed.
I would love to see her naked in the flesh, baby was stacked, and I liked what I saw.
I eyed her down starting from the fresh pair of all-white Air Force Ones.
She had some ripped black jeans that gripped her hips and when she walked past security, I could see she was working with ass for days.
I was a little disappointed in the graphic T-shirt she had on covering up her cleavage.
The shirt had Biggie Smalls with a crown on his head.
His eyes were crossed out with the words “Trust no one”.
She was a tomboy pretty girl, with her hair pressed bone straight.
From afar she looked damn good and out of place.
I turned to look at Solace and raised my brows at him. “I thought you said you tasted ol’ girl pussy?” I smiled and took a seat across from him. Picking up a bottle of Remy, I poured me a shot and took it back as he looked at me in confusion.
“Why would I lie about that?” he asked and continued to look at me suspiciously.
“She looks like a dike that’s why. She doesn’t even look like the type of chick to even let you between her legs that’s why. Go downstairs and find her and Hakeem, bring them up here so I can observe her.”
“Reaper just likes to dress like that, she still a dainty chick to me. Why you like her or something?”
“Do I like her? Nigga do you love her? How the fuck can I like a bitch, I never met a day in my life. If I did though, you sound like that would be a problem.” He shook his head and chuckled, I didn’t miss his jaw clenching tight.
Solace was my day one nigga; I knew him well.
When I start getting head from Kat, he waited months later to tell me he was banging her.
I wasn’t gone stop getting head from a bitch he used to fuck.
She wasn’t the nigga wife, so I saw no harm in that.
The way the two of them argued, would make you think he was still in love.
When I would joke and tell them to just be together, they acted disgusted.
“Nigga, I’m telling you, I’m not pressed over that girl Mattea.
She lethal as fuck I will say that but when I tasted her, I didn’t like what I smelt or tasted.
So, if you want to try her you can,” he shrugged his shoulders.
I sat up on the leather sofa across from him and looked him dead in the eyes.
“Don’t play around with me like you do these hoes nigga.
If I want a bitch, I’ll have her. I’m asking you questions because she is now on my fuckin’ payroll.
You say you not pressed, well then act like it, nigga.
We call each other by street names and yet you call the girl by her real government name.
If Reaper is what she goes by, that’s what you call her.
You the only soft ass nigga I know that kept your government name as your street name.
Now get yo’ ass up and tell them to bring their asses up here.
” I dismissed him and said nothing else as I poured me another shot.
Once he was out the door, Solo looked at me and gave a crooked smile.
“I keep saying, that nigga is gone be a problem, you just keep adding them to the list.” He took a swig from the bottle he had been holding since we got here.
Solace was my day one, but he could easily become day zero.
On the business side of things, shit was running smooth with him, and I had no complaints.
I didn’t question his loyalty because he proved on multiple occasions that he was thorough.
He just couldn’t help the fact that he was a big-ass crybaby in disguise.
I stood up and made my way back to the tinted glass with my hands behind my back and watched the club intently. My eyes fell back on Debo’s section, I could see Kat throwing her ass in a full circle with other females in the club pumping her up.
“That’s right Kat get that nigga going.” I smiled watching Kat put in work for the team.
I had an important meeting in a couple of weeks in Italy.
I was going to meet with a nigga named Armando.
I was considered one of the heads of the states like he was of his country.
Armando had spoken ill of me to many associates that I do big business with and through the big supply chain of drugs and guns.
He loved taxing and skimming off the top with other men he was in business with, so I never dealt business with him.
He recently became under my radar when a new product started to make its rounds in my neck of the woods.
Niggas like Debo didn’t like men like me because he wasn’t the head nigga in charge to begin with like me.
I was a boss, I moved to my own clock. I had my own chain of supply and other distributors came and set at my table to beg me for a piece of the pie at whatever fee I offered.
I didn’t know who got in Debo’s ear and put him onto my enemy, but he had Armando’s product and had the nerve to serve it in my neck of the woods.
At first, I thought it was a simple mistake.
I gave him a few months to meet with Solo and make things right by copping with us.
Instead, he started buying multiple ran down houses in different cities and opening trap houses.
I let him eat and he would continue to until I checked the head nigga in charge who was responsible for serving him which was Armando.
Like Solo informed me, one of my associates had to put Debo on with Armando.
A small-time nigga like Debo would never know of a man like Armando.
There was only one explanation for him knowing and that was, it had to be a snake in my fucking camp.
“This shit player as fuck Solace. You doing your shit with this club.” I heard a soft delicate voice behind me and smiled. I wouldn’t correct her because there was no need to. I didn’t boast or take credit in things I possessed or owned.
“Good looking.” He said proudly, taking the credit easily as I expected him too.
I turned around to face them. One look at Reaper and I knew she was a force to be reckoned with.
Those gray eyes pierced me, and I said nothing at first, she had me stuck for a moment.
This Reaper chick would eventually become a problem.
“So why the fuck am I up here?” Her pretty face bawled up as my eyes fell to the outline of her ripped-up jeans. Licking my lips to lubricate what I was about to say to her, I made my way in front of her.
“To meet the boss.” I held my hand out and she looked at it as if I had a disease.
“With Covid going around, I don’t do too much handshaking.” She dug in her pocket and pulled out a pack of Newport’s. After sparking up one and blowing the smoke towards the ceiling she finally put her attention back on me and smiled.
“It’s nice to meet you though boss.” She looked at her expensive diamond watch and back up at me. I didn’t know if I should’ve felt disrespected or intrigued. She looked annoyed when most females melted in my presence.
“No offense but if we ain’t talking business, I’m going to have to excuse myself.”