Chapter 4 #2
The kitchen doors opened, and Linh entered the dining room, placing the food on the table for us to dig in.
We did so immediately, speaking a lil’ ‘bout the business all while clowning my father ‘bout his fake ass retirement. My thoughts tended to drift to my wife from time to time as well. I couldn’t help but wonder who this woman was who held the title of being a Greek.
A detail I didn’t miss was shawty remembered what she was taught in kindergarten. She ain’t touch shit that wasn’t hers. When I woke up that following morning, all my shit was intact. She wasn’t trying to hurt a nigga, either, at least I ain’t think she was. That, or I wasn’t her target.
I swear to God if she ugly, I’m unapologetically bowing out and taking whatever comes after it.
Coming up with personalities or backgrounds for shawty was all I could do.
A nigga was hopeful like hell shawty was a preacher’s kid that just so happen to let the devil’s juice sway her into a one-night stand.
Then again, I couldn’t handle that bullshit either.
That type of woman didn’t belong in my world.
Lowkey, my fingers were crossed on her being in the medical field.
At least I knew she’d be too busy to try and keep up with a nigga.
Business never stopped and I didn’t need to be questioned ‘bout my whereabouts.
Watching Shaun dig into his food, that feeling of wanting to slap the shit out of him slowly but surely left.
My level of exasperation was already high so moving furniture ‘round would result to Pops putting another bullet hole in the ceiling or us. He was quick to hit us in the shoulder or area that didn’t do much damage.
He ain’t play that fighting each other shit, especially around Linh.
I was ready to finish sharing a meal and get the fuck on ‘bout my business.
* * *
Tonight, the new artillery was being delivered on a cruise ship coming in from Jamaica.
Being the owner of Greek Coast Cruise Line was one of the smartest moves I made.
Grandpa Myth had his own plans on the way drugs were imported, but the cruise ship, that was all me.
One way or another, I was gon’ get what the fuck I paid for and what better way to outsmart the FEDs than to do this shit the legal way. I had inventory to stock.
Standing on the loading deck, I chuckled as a new shipment approached it. I was gon’ do whatever I had to, to make sure the money flowed. My family and clients depended on me. Couldn’t hold the title as the plug and not have shit to show for it.
“Nigga, it still amazes me how your damn brain works. This cruise line shit is fuckin’ genius.
Muthafuckas thinking they getting on a boat to party they life away, not knowing they two stepping over a cargo hold full of guns.
That’s worth millions, might I add.” Ashaun was with me as usual and felt the need to give me my props.
I ain’t know if it was out of guilt or what.
“Preciate it. But bruh, you just as sharp. Stop lackin’ on yourself. That lil’ shit in Vegas is what it is. I ain’t trippin’ no more.”
“Bitch, I ain’t said shit ‘bout me lackin’, and I truly don’t give a fuck ‘bout Vegas either. I said yo’ brain amazes me. Hell you talmbout.”
I shook my head, already knowing going back and forth with Ashaun tonight wasn’t the move.
He was gon’ run his mouth till he couldn’t no more so responding was pointless.
We had numbers to verify and product to clear.
My head was already pounding from the chaos over the last few days, especially the dinner we had with Bentley a couple nights ago.
Walking over to one of my crew members, I asked, “Tokyo, what we got?”
Nodding, he reassured me with, “Everything clean, boss.”
Tokyo was one of my leads on the cruise ship. His role was most important ‘cause, unlike the others, he knew exactly what we were picking up in Jamaica at one of the port stops. Everybody else was just following his orders.
“Cool. Any issues coming in? This was a larger shipment than usual, and I don’t need any hiccups hitting me afterward.”
“No problems at the docks, sir. We’re good to go. The crew checked in every two hours with nothing being off track. It’s all here boss.”
Taking the clipboard from him, I scanned the documents. The numbers I had drew up needed to match what was waiting at the bottom of the ship. “Aight. Unload and run the count...quickly.”
“Yes, sir.”
While the passengers were out touring the island, one of my teams which was assigned specifically to the ships, would haul the crates into cargo.
Most of the load was of disassembled guns discreetly packaged in boxes with food labels for the guests.
Those same packages were then unloaded onto a truck once they hit the dock and brought to the warehouse.
The warehouse crew would then assemble them and get them ready for distribution. I had a system and it worked for me.
I didn’t have to touch shit personally, but my ass was too damn hands-on for a muthafucka to play top dog in my shit. Walking back in the direction to my car, I heard footsteps behind me. Turning around was pointless ‘cause only one fool followed me around like a shadow.
“Oh, now you want to follow a nigga. Where was all that being up my ass when I was signing my damn life away?” I said, finally turning to mug his ass.
“Nigga fuck you. I followed yo’ ass right to the chapel to witness a beautiful marriage. I swear I can’t wait for yo’ wife to come get yo’ ass. I’m sick of adult sitting. It ain’t got no benefits and the health care is shitty,” he fussed.
“Hoe ass nigga,” I shot over my shoulder before hopping in my ride.
“Punk ass half-breed,” he threw back. I didn’t expect him to hear me, but I momentarily forgot he had ears of a bat.
Chuckling, I allowed him to have that. The love I carried for those that carried the Greek name hit different.
It wasn’t shit for me to offer my life in exchange for theirs.
I stayed with a hollow tip, so I advised them to move with caution.
I didn’t know what the future held, but something in my gut was telling me this wife of mine was ‘bout to turn my life upside down.
Maybe, just maybe, finding her was where my interest needed to be ‘cause this money shit I could handle with my eyes closed.