6. Juelz
I received a text from Meek earlier with the time for the meeting they set up.
Looking at my Presidential diamond Rolex, I had about four hours, so I decided to head over to Manhattan.
I needed to go to the Gucci store on Fifth Ave and order some clothes.
I have a buyer to do that for me, but sometimes I liked to be as normal as possible, so from time to time Kari, and I will shop at the mall and in other stores.
I slipped on a pair of black Gucci track pants and a Gucci t-shirt, making sure I grabbed my Glock. It was a little after seven pm, so I needed to get going. I headed out to my Maserati Quattro, since I decided to drive myself tonight. As I was leaving, I called Jeff.
“Hey, boss.”
“What’s up, my man? I was calling to let you know I will be driving for the rest of the evening,” I explained.
“Alright,” Jeff spoke.
My security detail pulled the trucks out, letting me know they were ready to ride.
My security detail was something serious.
I had fifteen of the best-trained killers protecting me, and even more protecting my mother, daughter, and Zelan.
However, my mother had no clue. She hated having guards with her, so they laid low when tailing her.
As I jumped on the highway, I saw my men get in position; two trucks on each side, and one truck in front, and back of me. You would have thought they were guarding the President.
Thirty-five minutes later, I pulled up to the Gucci store.
Once I was inside the store, they closed the store down so that I could shop in peace.
As I was talking to the manager about all the items, I wanted her to order for me, I turned to see the security guard talking to a woman outside.
He must have told her that the store was closed.
The woman looked familiar, so I got closer to see her clearer, and I’ll be damned.
It was Ms. Beautiful from the bank, so I grabbed the manager’s attention.
“Can you tell him to let her in?” I said, pointing to the guard outside. “Absolutely,” she said, walking away to do as I asked.
A few minutes later, Ms. Beautiful graced me with her presence as I walked up to her.
“I’m sorry you had trouble getting in here. I normally try to make it quick when I’m shopping,” I apologized, and she seemed shocked that it was me.
“Ummm… no problem. Mr. Kassom, right?” she asked, looking beautiful as ever.
“Yes, but please call me Juelz, that mister shit is too damn formal for me. So, you came to do a little shopping, do your thang, beautiful.”
“I just came to see if they had the purse that I saw online.”
I turned to the manager. “Regina, the lady needs some help finding a purse.”
“Sure thing. Let’s look over here and tell me if you see what you are looking for,” she said to Ciera.
When they walked away, I couldn’t do shit but look at this fine ass woman and I was stuck. Shaking that shit off, I decided to look at more clothes that I needed to get for Kari, but I couldn’t help overhearing the ladies’ conversation.
“So, is this what you saw online?” Regina asked Ciera.
“Yes, ma’am. How much is it?”
“This beauty is $4200. Shall I wrap it up for you?” Regina replied.
“Online it said it was $2800, did that change?”
“Yes, that wasn’t this purse, that was one that was similar to that one and it’s sold out. This one is the same, but it’s 4200,” the manager said to her.
“Oh...Umm...Are you sure that wasn’t the sale price?” Ms. Beautiful asked her. “Sale price? Gucci doesn’t do sales. Maybe you should try Saks they normally have our brand at a discounted rate that might be more suitable for you.” The manager smirked.
It seemed like this chick was being a bitch for no reason, so I walked up to the both of them.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” I asked Ciera.
“Yes, I did but she’s saying this isn’t the purse I saw. So, I'll just have to wait. It was nice seeing you, Juelz,” she said as she turned to walk away.
“Ciera, wait a minute! Regina, can you add whatever she wants on my bill?”
“Are you sure, Mr. Kassom?” this bitch had the nerve to ask.
“Let me be clear with you. Don’t you ever in your miserable ass life question me about my shit! Do what I asked your petty ass to do!” And she rushed off to get my account pulled up.
“Ciera, please get the purse and anything else in this store that you would like. You don’t have to wait on anything to come back in stock. Not in my presence. If this purse is what you want get it.”
“Nooo! I’m sorry, but I can’t take that kind of gift from my boss. Thank you it was a very kind gesture though,” she said shaking her head.
“Ciera, you can, and you will take the gift. Look at it as a bonus.”
She nodded. “Ok.”
I smiled as we walked around the store picking out purses, shoes and anything else she wanted. By the time we were done, I had spent well over a hundred grand.
“Juelz, thank you so much. I appreciate this. I don’t know how I will ever repay you for this.”
“Just promise to have dinner with me soon, and we’ll be even,” I said, shrugging at her.
“Ummm, I don’t think that would be appropriate, being as though I work for you,” Ciera replied.
“Trust me, it’s all good. But I'ma need that dinner to happen.”
She nodded and walked out the door, with security helping her with her bags. I was most definitely interested in seeing her again.
After I placed the order that I needed to be delivered to my home, I was on my way to the meetup spot.
“What it do, bro?” Zel asked as I walked up on him.
“What’s up? What we got going on here?”
“Juelz! I swear, man, I don’t know shit about the money that’s missing!” Rick said as he looked me in the eyes.
“Why the fuck you talking to him when you should be talking to me!” Zel screamed.
“Rick, tell us what happened last night when this nigga came to do the count,” Z asked him.
“Z, like I told you. Ron came in, went in the count room and I didn’t see him until he came out,” Rick said.
Ron looked over at Rick and charged at him, hitting him dead in his shit.
POW!
Z shot his gun in the air. “See, Rick, we got a major problem with your story, fam.”
The next move Zelan makes will show me if he is indeed ready for this shit. Therefore, I sat back and watched the show.
“What you getting at, Z? I told you what the fuck happened!” Rick screamed.
“Watch your muthafuckin tone, nigga!”
Rick started sweating and shaking like a bitch. “We know you sent Ron out the room; we know yo bitch ass stole our bread!” Zel yelled.
“Ju, I swear, man!” Rick said, pleading to me. I don’t know why he was speaking to me, shit I was just here for the entertainment.
Phewwww!
This nigga had no patience, but I guess that was a good thing. The bullet went right in the middle of his forehead, killing Rick instantly.
“It’s yours, my nigga.” I looked at Z then walked out of the warehouse to my car as my phone was buzzing in my pocket.
“Yeah?” I said, answering my phone.
“Hey baby. I need you now.”
Asia was one of my jump-offs that I hit up when I needed some pussy, which was just about every fucking day. I needed pussy like I needed fluids in my body to live; my sex drive was through the roof.
“What I tell you about that baby shit, Asia? Don’t call me that EVER!”
There was never any emotional attachment with these broads. Getting my dick wet was my only goal. My heart belonged to Kenya, and it died when she was murdered. The only thing Asia and I got going on was fucking.
“I will be through in a minute, but if you on that bullshit, I’m out,” I explained.
“Okay.”
I pulled up to Asia’s house a short time later. As I jumped out, walking up the steps, my detail lined the street, and I saw three trucks heading to the back of Asia’s house. As soon as I hit the top step, her door swung open and she stood there wearing nothing but a silk robe.
“Hey, Ju.”
“What up?”
Asia was a beautiful woman. She was black and Cuban with long hair, had a slim waist, and a nice ass. Her pussy was A-1, and her head game was even better, that’s one of the main reasons I kept her around.
As soon as I closed the door, she was pulling at the waist of my sweats, and my dick jumped out waiting on her to bless it with her wet ass mouth.
Taking this thick dick in her mouth and wetting it up, she began bobbing her head up and down.
I threw my head back, enjoying the ride.
This bitch was putting in that work. After letting one off, we moved to the couch, and I sheathed my dick with a condom.
She rubbed her pussy back and forth, and eased down on my dick, inch-by-inch, spreading her walls wide open.
“Oh, my gawd, Ju!” she moaned, as she moved up and down on my dick.
“This what you needed, huh?” I asked, as I held onto her ass, thrusting in and out of her.
“Yes, daddy! This is all I need!” she screamed. She was riding my dick, and I was giving her the ride of her muthafucking life.
“Take this dick,” I whispered as I sucked on her neck, continuing to fuck her life up.
“Fuck me just like that, Ju! Don’t stop! Ahhhhhh! You fucking meee so good!” Asia screamed out in ecstasy, as she came all over my dick. Then I flipped her over and continued to murder the pussy. Her moans and movements had me ready to let loose.
We went at it for about an hour, until I couldn’t hold that shit any longer. “Arrrrrghhhhh!” I grunted, letting my kids free right inside the condom.
I stood up and headed to the bathroom to flush my condom and wash up at the sink.
I redressed because it was time for me to roll. I never gave any of these women high hopes of anything more than what it was… A FUCK.
I grabbed my keys and headed to the door. “I will call you later,” I said, looking at her.
“Is this really how we doing this, Ju?” she asked.
“This is all we will ever do, Asia.”
I walked out, jumping in my ride and hitting the highway. As I pulled up to my gate, I scanned my eyes for it to open.
It was crazy to see all that I have accomplished by being hungry in these streets.
It took a long time for my mom to forgive me and tell me she understood why I did some of the things I did.
I know she wanted the best for me, and I love her for being the parent who cared enough.
My house was located in Hoboken, New Jersey, just minutes away from New York, like my brother.
I had this house built when Kenya told me she was pregnant.
That was one of the happiest days of my life.
I wanted a son, but having my daughter was such a blessing.
My house was something to see. There were six bedrooms and eight bathrooms. Every bedroom had its own bathroom and was just as big and beautiful as the one in the master suite.
It was 10,000 square feet of luxury and there were several entrances into my home which is good because my brother refused to use the front door.
The house was designed in gold and crème colors with beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceilings.
There were two movie theaters; one for me and one for Kari, a game room, a gym, indoor and outdoor swimming pools, a library and a basketball and tennis court.
Plus, there was a three-bedroom guest house also on my property.
I did all this believing that one day Kenya and I would fill the house with all our babies but that wasn’t meant to be.
There were so many nights I sat and cried out for her, blaming myself for what happened to her.
It’s one of the reasons I decided to leave the game.
My daughter deserved more, and I was going to give it to her.
I thought money changed everything, but if you don’t have someone to share it with, it doesn’t mean much.
I know this though; no one in my family will ever have to work another day in their life unless they choose to do that shit.
I decided to catch the elevator up to my room. As I lay on the bed, Ms. Beautiful crept into my head. Man, I know I don’t want a relationship, but I would love to keep her between my sheets. I think I may have to see what’s up with her for real.