Chapter 51
Peace, Power, I’m not in love with Jasmine, but I do have love for her.
She’s my trophy for real. She’s gorgeous, plus-size, and a real hustler.
I know if I ever fall, she would catch me, and vice versa.
A motherfucker can say whatever they want about me, but I take care of all 24 of mine.
After my three wifeys come Jas. Jas came to me with nothing; I had just got out of high school when I met her.
I was with Mercedes at the time, but she lived with her aunt, so I couldn’t stay there.
I met Jas when she was young and beautiful.
Some weird-ass niggas started throwing her money, so me, her, and Dream got a two-bed hotel room at a Motel 6.
It’s crazy how life works—same hotel, but now I’m a millionaire running it.
It was 5 AM. After I fucked the shit out of Jas, she fell asleep. I left to check on my girls at the hotel and headed up to my personal suite that I had set up like a bachelor pad—all the furniture was black and gold. I sat back, kicked my feet up, and watched the cameras.
Looking up at the screens, I saw someone who looked familiar jump into a car and drive off.
A girl I’d never seen before walked out of the room he had just left.
Then, one of my girls named Riley came out and hugged her.
I pulled out my phone and called Riley. She walked away from the other girl, went back into her room, and finally answered.
“Hey daddy, how you been?”
“How your trap been?” I asked, knowing I hate people in my business.
“Slow tonight, but I got 5,000 waiting on you.”
“Bring it up. What you want to drink tonight?” I asked.
“Some Don Julio would be nice. I didn’t see you come in.”
“Come on up, baby girl,” I said in a smooth tone.
I poured her a drink and made one for myself, then grabbed a pre-roll out of my box. I heard a knock, got up, and let her in. I handed her the drink, and she smiled. Shorty was gorgeous, but young—and I didn’t like them under 23. She took her drink and sat right on my lap.
“What can I do for you?” she smiled.
“You know whatever conversation we have always stays between us, right?”
She nodded her head. “Who was that girl you just hugged?” I asked her.
“That’s Shay. We went to school together. Today’s her 20th birthday, so her pimp got her a room here so they can run it up and head to Vegas.”
“You know his name?” I asked.
She shook her head yes. “His name is Rox. He even slid me a play with a nigga named Ronnie, but we couldn’t fuck because some girl named Juicy was blowing up his phone.”
That’s when it kicked in. The other side was trying to fuck with my business.
“Riley, go pack up your room. Don’t talk to Shay—she’s trying to line you up. I’m going to send you to stay with Jas for a while. Keep your money.”
She left as soon as I gave her the orders.