Chapter 28
Weight of the Foundation
Dream called me. She said a guy who was Clo's cousin tried to bring a gun into the club. I might play a lot of games, but my sister's safety will never be one. Clo has been in Mexico for a day now, and my sister was doing phenomenal work in the club—I just wish she'd put some goddamn clothes on.
I was sitting at the bar when three bad-ass Spanish chicks walked up.
“Are you trying to come home with us?” one of them asked.
“Shit, it depends. Y’all trying to spend money or make some?”
I asked. “What do you mean? Ain't it the same?”
another said. “You're right. I mean, are you trying to make me some money? Because I’m not a trick-ass nigga. It costs to have a chocolate king like myself in your presence,” I said, meaning that shit.
“A woman like y’all should be able to make 2,000 or more a day.”
“And what’s your cut?” another asked. “I want half. Are y’all related?”
I asked, because I knew I was going to hit all of them; I just wanted to know if it was going to be together.
My hoe phase is starting now, and I don’t know when it’s going to end.
“No, we're friends. We were trafficked, now we living here.”
“Here’s my card. Call me when y’all make it home.”
I handed them my business card: BOSS A HOE UP LLC.
I walked off. Dream was yelling at some short, brown-skin, thick beauty who was holding a 3-year-old baby and holding an 8-year-old child's hand.
Dream took the kids to the office and shut the door behind her.
I sat in a booth and watched the nightlife scene like always.
Silk was motherfucking back with no distractions.
Dream
I was heated. This girl came in here with her kids, and a nigga tried to bring a gun in here.
I put on a two-piece skirt suit with a white button-down shirt—I couldn’t be naked in front of these kids.
I would have fired her ass if Clo hadn’t wanted her to work here.
I turned the TV on in my office for the kids, sat in my seat, and watched the cameras.
My brother was macking, so it must have been trouble in paradise.
I pulled out my phone to call Clo. He answered on the first ring.
“Hello gorgeous, is everything okay?” he asked.
I could hear the night breeze through the phone.
“Boss, I had two problems. First one I handled—your cousin tried to bring a firearm in this club, but security stopped him and I confiscated the gun. Second, that girl Juicy you wanted to work here brought her kids to work with her.”
“You didn’t fire her ass, Dream? You know better,” he said.
I automatically felt bad, so I told him the whole story. “They were sleeping in a car, Clo.” He sighed. “Give her 1,000, tell her to get a room for a week, and I'll give you a raise for babysitting,” he said, ending the call.
I got up, doing my rounds walking the club to make sure everything was good. I saw Vonvay, Ivory, and Selma had met Silk. If I was them, I would have left his ass alone—he wasn’t leaving Mercedes. Or was I wrong?