Chapter 13 #2
“Stop making me. Apologize to that lady Clover. She ain’t deserve that,” I ordered.
Sitting back down, my wife dropped her head and walked over to my client. This was taking her by surprise, but I really ain’t give a fuck. Being grown meant knowing how to be accountable for yo’ shit. She was gon’ hold herself to that standard every time she was with me.
“That was rude as fuck so… sorry.” After that, she looked at me and said, “Fuck you, and this marriage, Arion. You gon’ regret embarrassing me.”
“I doubt it. I’ll see you when I get home?”
“You wish,” and with that she left the same way she came.
Smiling from ear to ear, I compressed my anger as best as I could. I didn’t tolerate disrespect in no shape, form, or fashion. I had some unpleasing words for her ass but those were for her ears and her ears alone. I’d never let the world know when the home was unhappy.
“I’d like to apologize for my wife’s behavior once more. Normally she gives me hell during the late-night hours. I guess she felt generous today,” I jested, making light of the situation.
Ms. Dorinda nodded returning the smiling gesture. I thanked God that some women had sense an enough maturity to let things go. When it came to Clover, I was gon’ have to fuck some sense into her mean ass.
“It’s alright. I completely understand why she’s so aggressive behind you. I reckon my daughter would behave the same way if you were hers. Let’s just let it go with no hard feelings. Alright?” I nodded agreeing and she continued with, “So what shape should I do with cat eye polish?”
“Am I cutting down your nails?” I only asked because she had a pretty nice length to them. They also looked healthy.
Shaking her head, she said, “Heavens no. I’ve had a struggle getting my nails this long and healthy. They used to be so thin.”
“The shape is solely up to you ma’am. If my opinion matters though, I think almond would look nice with the length of your natural nails.”
“Almond it is then.”
Nodding, I hopped right to it. Fulfilling her request hoping she’d be a returning client. If I wanted this location to be successful as the others, I had to put in the work.
* * *
I sat in my home office going through the paperwork for Myth Nails starting with the original located in Miami.
It was booming paying more bills than it needed to.
I missed it, I wasn’t gon’ hold you. Too many memories was made there, and most of my father’s side of the family was still there.
If Clover ever got her shit together, she could meet the gang.
Since I moved around a lot, Bentley was the chief of Florida.
I never once wanted to strip him of it, even though I ain’t give him the title.
I was proud of his ass for beating the odds and making something of himself.
No parents to guide you or love you but everything they were ran through you.
That nigga was cut from a different cloth with nothing but loyalty running through his veins.
He took care of business so when a proposal was offered, I gladly accepted.
My focus shifted to the Greek Coast Cruise Line.
The way I moved weight with that shit was crazy.
Getting my guns, cocaine, weed, and anything else hard from here to there was like taking candy from a fuckin’ baby.
With me having every government official you could think of in my pocket, I was pretty much having my muthafuckin’ way.
The vibration from my cell in my desk caught my attention, that was the business line. This phone only rung for one of two reasons, to say everything was copasetic or I needed to gas up the G6 and make an appearance cause shit went south. I was hoping it wasn’t the latter.
Fishing it out the top right drawer, I answered immediately. “Speak.”
“Scar, I just made it to the dock, and shit crazy out here,” Mag’s voice boomed through the speakers. Soon as I heard his tone, I sat forward in my chair.
“What the fuck you mean, crazy, my nigga?”
Kissing the back of his teeth, the nervousness in his voice let me know it was some bullshit. “The guards pulling every cruise in for inspection. They got medics out this bitch, checking temps and all types of extra shit. Everything backed the fuck up.”
Inspections were nothing new. However, we had intel and on when and where those happened. This was random as fuck, and I needed to make sure my team was good. “Is we clean?” I asked making sure they didn’t run across none of my product.
“As a new casket,” he responded.
I clenched my jaw instantly, but I was relieved. That goofy muthafucka in office was already fuckin’ the game up, and this was one of them situations where money couldn’t make shit move faster. We had to play this by the rules or else shit was going south… fast.
“Cool. Call it how you see it, Mag.” I could already feel the irritation crawling up my neck.
“Some shit popped off on another cruise. Niggas getting sick… dying and shit.”
I blew out a slow breath and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Say word. I don’t need this shit right now.”
“Word. They saying it’s serious, too. Like… another coronavirus type situation. If they shut these ports down, we might be tied up out this bitch fa real.” Mag sounded just as pissed off and irritated as I was.
When it came to them palm colored muthafuckas, you could always expect the unexpected.
They were damn fiends treating this like the hunger games hunting down the nearest dumb nigga.
They showed their ignorance as time went by.
A bunch of fuckin’ bored ass billionaires playing with humans like it was a fuckin’ sport.
“Was the last shipment switched out?” I asked, forcing my mind back to the topic at hand. I could control that better than I can anything else.
“Yeah. Everything went smooth. Tok handled the swap clean. I’m just worried one of these stupid ass niggas gon’ run they mouth cause they scared.”
“Aight. Keep your ears open. The second some shit change up, you call me.”
“Bet.”
The conversation had come to an end. I hung up lightly tossing the phone on the desk.
As much as I wanted to board my jet and get my ass back to the Keys, there wasn’t shit I could do.
Mag was more than capable of making shit happen, even though he’d just left the Springs from giving these women full sets.
Swirling the 1942 in my glass, it wasn’t even five minutes later before my personal line rang.
What the fuck? Is this irritate Arion day or something?
I pulled my cell from my pocket and saw that it was my father calling.
It was a lil’ past his bedtime, so I was wondering why the hell he was hitting me so late.
I answered with, “Wassup Pops?”
“Get yo’ ass down to the shop now. Some crazy bitch just shot it up and still there causing hell. You ain’t get the alert from the security system?”
Pulling the phone from my ear, I realized my phone had gone into sleep mode. All notifications were silenced. “Dammit. Nah, my focus turned on, so I missed it. I’m on the way. Where the hell is Shaun?”
“You asking me like I got a tracker on his ass. You better go see what the hell going on cause if I have to get up, somebody dying,” he threatened. He wasn’t doing shit but blowing smoke. His old ass wasn’t gon’ do shit but send them my way.
“Aight, aight. I’m heading that way now,” I said hanging up on him. My head fell to the back as I sighed deeply. “Aye OG, if you ready to call a nigga home from all this stress just do it.”
Standing, I pulled the shirt I was wearing earlier off the back of the chair and put it back on. I then slid my feet into a pair of slides, snatched up my keys, and headed out the door.
Sage Springs wasn’t where I resided, so it normally took me an average forty-five minutes to get there.
Today it would take me twenty. I hopped in my demon and floored that hoe.
I couldn’t tell you how many cops I passed on the way down, but I was thankful they weren’t stupid enough to try and chase me.
I was only going 180 miles-per-hour, but I had another thirty-one left on that thang to max out.
I could promise you they weren’t touching me.
By the time I made it into the city, it was a few minutes after midnight.
Twelve had the block shut down and all I could hear was them shouting put the gun down.
Whoever the crazy bitch was, damn sho’ was making them muthafuckas work tonight.
I pulled up with my whip roaring causing them to divert their attention to me for a split second.
I stepped out and was immediately approached by two officers. “Sir, you need to stay back and clear the area.”
“Man, if you don’t get the fuck out my face. This my shit!” I shouted. I was already annoyed; he needed to not try me.
“You’re Mr. Greek?” the other one questioned in shock.
“Muthafucka didn’t I just say that. Focus on who the fuck damaging my shit. Where the fuck she at and why a hot one ain’t in the bitch yet?” They looked at each other with a look of hesitation. “What nigga? Say what the fuck it is!”
“She claimed to be your wife, Mr. Greek?”
My facial expression was of nothing but pure confusion…
until it registered. “You gon’ regret embarrassing me.
” I wasn’t expecting her to get her lick back so damn fast, but I had to admit, a nigga dick was on brick knowing she could get on that type of timing.
I ain’t need no pussy footing muthafucka around me, not even the one that stole my name. I smirked as I said, “Take me to her.”
All I could hear was her screaming, “This my nigga shit, I can do whatever the fuck I please to it. You must not know who the fuck I am. My family supply all you stupid muthafuckas with a hefty yearly bonus. Atkins own you, remember that!”