2. Chavez “Scar” Millionaire
CHAPTER TWO
CHAVEZ “SCAR” MILLIONAIRE
M y phone ringing woke me from my sleep. I rubbed my eyes and reached over onto the nightstand to grab it. Schizo. Already knowing my brother was ’bout to be on some shit, I answered, “What, nigga?” then grabbed the pre-rolled blunt out the ashtray and tucked it between my lips. A blunt was a must to start the fucking day. I couldn’t function properly without that good Mary Jane.
“I know yo’ ass not still in the fucking bed. You was supposed to been here over an hour ago,” he fussed. That was just like that nigga. Out here acting like he was Pops or some shit. I tried to tell that mufucka that he needed to chill sometimes. Nigga wanted everything done the right way and on time or else he’d blow a fucking gasket. He didn’t have the name Schizo for no reason. My brother had a fuse that would blow at any moment. He’d been like that his entire life.
Ma was really the first person to ever start calling him that shit. He went ballistic one time as a teenager and flipped the entire fucking school upside down ’cause his girl cheated on his ass. They ended up placing his ass under a seventy-two-hour hold in the psych ward. That boy called Ma so many fucking times within that time frame to convince her to come get his ass out of there. She left him there ’til his time was up and ever since she picked his ass up, she would say that she should have left his ass in there.
Don’t get me wrong, Schizo was cool as fuck. He was probably one of the most genuine mufuckas you’d ever come ’cross, but if you crossed him, it was night-night for yo’ ass. Most people knew to deal with him from a distance ’cause they didn’t know how he’d react to most shit. He actually preferred it that way.
I looked at the time and saw that it was going on ten in the morning. I had gone a lil too hard the night before and ended up oversleeping.
“Give me a min’ and I’ll be there.”
“Nigga—” I disconnected the call before he was able to get out whatever he was tryna say.
“Good morning, daddy,” shawty lying next to me said, and I peered down at her sexy ass face. I picked shawty up from the club last night and brought her home with me. It was my penthouse suite in our hotel ’cause I never took bitches back to my crib. Nobody except immediate family knew where I actually laid my head. It was the safest way to be.
“Good morning.” I licked my lips after snatching the covers back from her, reminding myself exactly how she ended up in my bed in the first place. Shawty was bad. Stacked in all the right places with knotless braids stopping underneath her plump ass.
“Good morning, babe.” Her identical twin popped up on the other side of me. They were bad as fuck and definitely ’bout to be added to the roster. The freaky bitches were down for anything and that was the type of shit I liked.
I relaxed back against the pillows and toked from my blunt. Both of ’em immediately crawled down to my dick and began sucking it. One slipped my dick down her throat and the other sucked on my balls. I was living the dream that most niggas only thought of.
All my life, I was able to pull any bitch I wanted. I came with that old money and hos smelt that shit a mile away.
One thing a mufucka couldn’t say ’bout me was that I didn’t keep it real. I was one of the most player mufuckas there was. I always kept it P with the bitches and they respected me for it. Not one ho I fucked with thought they had a real chance with me. They played their part and went on ’bout they business ’til it was their turn again. The shit was peaceful being able to have any ho I wanted and didn’t have to deal with the relationship drama that came behind it.
I had a few different bitches I was rotating on my roster. Samantha, the twins, Nicki, Becky, Tonya, and my favorite of ’em all, Chante.
Chante… she had been ’round the longest. She was the closest thing I had to a relationship. We met back in high school and had been kicking it with each other ever since. A couple times she asked ’bout making us more, but I wasn’t feeling it. I wasn’t prepared to be tied down to anyone right now. It’s crazy ’cause that should have been the first thing on my mind since my thirtieth birthday was slowly approaching.
Being married by thirty and having a family was a lot of niggas’ dream, especially the ones in my position, but I had yet to come ’cross anyone that I was willing to retire my player jersey for and take that next step.
My toes curled and popped underneath the sheets as I felt my nut rising. I moaned as I erupted down the back of Heaven’s throat. She swallowed my kids and licked her full lips.
“You want anything else, daddy?” she questioned me with a smirk.
Knowing damn well Schizo was gon’ be blowing my phone up if I didn’t find my fucking way to the warehouse, I replied, “Y’all can get up and whip a nigga up some breakfast while I jump in the shower. I got a few moves I need to make.”
“OK,” they answered in unison. I sat there and observed them as their asses jiggled to the same rhythm as they climbed out of bed and exited the bedroom.
I finished toking on my blunt and got out of bed. “Hey, Alexa, play MoneyBagg Yo,” I instructed as I strolled to the bathroom. “Sholl Is” began blasting through the speakers of the entire penthouse. Stopping in front of the mirror in the bathroom, I took in my reflection. I stroked my beard, licked my lips, and grabbed my toothbrush. I brushed my teeth and stepped over into the shower.
By the time I was done handling my hygiene, bacon attacked my nostrils. I wrapped a towel ’round my waist and found my way to the kitchen. The twins were in there twerking their asses while fixing me a plate. I took a seat at the island and Haven slipped a glass of apple juice in front of me while Heaven slid a plate piled with bacon, cheese grits, eggs, sausage, and French toast in front of me.
I rubbed my hands together and dug in. I was really out here living my best life as a single bachelor. All the shit I was getting without being committed to a soul, was the exact reason why I wasn’t ’bout to deal with that headache.
“Call from Chante,” Alexa alerted me, and I allowed the call to roll over to voicemail.
“You need anything else?” Haven asked me, and I shook my head.
“Y’all can leave now,” I told ’em, and they both headed back toward the bedroom. I was halfway through my meal when they both exited the penthouse fully dressed.
I got dressed and as I strolled to the elevator, I hit Chante back to see what she wanted. “Yeah, bae?” I said soon as the call connected.
“Damn, how come you didn’t answer the phone?” From the tone of her voice, I could tell her face was scrunched up.
“I was in the shower when you called. I’m ’bout to go meet up with Schizo.”
“I was just trying to see if you wanted some breakfast this morning.”
“Nah, I’m good, bae. I already ate. You good? You need anything?”
“I’m OK. I’m about to head to work.”
“Why don’t you go out and getcha nails done or some. I’m ’bout to send you some.”
“You don’t have to do that, Scar. I just got ’em done last week.”
“Switch ’em up. I wanna see you before I leave town. You know I’m gon’ be gone for a while.” I stepped onto the elevator and took it down to the lobby.
“I know and I’m gon’ miss you. I really wish I could come with you.”
“It’s cool, bae.” I went straight to Zelle and sent Chante five hundred dollars. It was more than enough to get her nails done. As I looked up from my phone, I said, “What the fuck?”
“Everything OK?” Chante questioned me.
“I’ma hit you back later. Make sure you hit me with a pic of those nails,” I replied and disconnected the call before she was able to respond.
Crash!
Becky swung her pink steel bat against the windshield of my Maserati. “You really thought you was gon’ break my heart and get away with the shit!” Her eyes peered in my direction and she swung the bat into my headlight. People stopped and began to crowd in front of the building. Her white ass was really out here causing a scene in front of my got damn establishment. That rachet shit was what I couldn’t fucking stand.
“How you feel now!” she barked and climbed up on the hood. The bat crashed down on top of the roof. It took everything inside me not to go over there and knock her ass off it.
“You really out here acting an ass in front of my shit?”
“I saw you last night, Scar!”
Boom!
People began whipping their phones out to record the incident. My blood boiled. I wanted to shove my foot so far up her fucking ass, but my image was everything and had I placed my hands on her, Ma would have slapped my ass into next year.
Becky lifted her arms to swing the bat again and her ass jiggled. The way her ass was eating up those shorts should have been a fucking crime. Her ass alone was what drew me to her. A fat ass was a must, but if you had a beautiful ass face to match, babe you was top tier.
“You do know that we not in a relationship, right? We been had this discussion. I’on know why you out here embarrassing ya fucking self.”
Becky aimed the bat in my direction and squinted. “Scar, I will take this bat upside that block head of yours if you keep fucking playing with me.” She jumped down from the top of the car and landed straight on her feet like Cat Woman or some shit. The bitch was really crazy.
She marched in my direction and stopped directly in front of me. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail with stray strands flying all over the place. Sweat dripped down in between her perky C-cup breasts. I licked my lips. Had there not have been a massive ass crowd out here, I definitely would have bent her ass over and pounded her back out.
“You can’t be out here slanging that big ass dick and think that every bitch supposed to be cool when you want to give it to somebody else.” Moisture filled her eyes. “I love you, Scar.”
“It’s over, Becky,” I told her and stepped ’round her. She gasped.
Stoney, our manager, exited the building. “Can you call a tow truck? I’ma just take one of the other whips out the garage. Clear everybody outta here,” I told her, and she nodded.
“Watch out!” someone yelled, and when I turned ’round I saw Becky swing her bat in my direction. I yanked the shit from her clutches and tossed it out into the parking lot.
“You really tryna get ya self fucked up out here. You lucky as fuck my mama wouldn’t approve of me placing my hands on ya ass. I suggest you get the fuck outta here before I pay a bitch to rock yo’ goofy ass to sleep.”
Sucking her teeth, she stomped away from me.
“Ain’t nothing to see here!” Stoney yelled, and everyone began to scatter.
I trudged toward the side of the building and accessed the garage. Since Schizo and I both had penthouses here, we kept cars here as well. I grabbed the Range Rover keys off the wall and hit the fob.
The shit Becky just did was un-fucking-acceptable. Soon as I hopped in the truck, I blocked the fuck out her number. Whenever my hos began to catch feelings, I pulled the fuck away. I dealt with ’em on my terms just so that shit wouldn’t develop into more on my end. None of ’em had yet been able to snag my heart and I was keeping it that way. Love wasn’t in the cards for me. I saw how much bitches played with Schizo’s feelings, and I’d kill a bitch ’bout mine.
I whipped out the garage and headed straight for the warehouse where I knew Schizo was growing impatient with my ass. We had a new shipment that came in this morning and I was supposed to been there. Our family prided ourselves on our illegal businesses. You needed some of the best weed, we were your go-to people. Our family grew the best Mary Jane there was. If you needed ammunition or even a simple pistol, we had that shit too. Our weapons were grade A military. We could get our hands on whatever you needed long as the money was right.
This particular shipment was a load of assault rifles that someone wanted us to smuggle in for ’em. We had no idea what they planned on doing with the shit nor did we give a fuck. They were cashing out and we made damn certain their shit made it here.
Our main warehouse was out on the docks. We chose that location ’cause it was easier to bring weapons in by the water than on the road. The boats pulled in, we unloaded ’em, and sent ’em on their merry lil way.
I pulled up to the warehouse and climbed out the car. Schizo swung the main entrance doors open and stood there with a mug resting on his face.
“Boy, if you don’t look just like yo’ daddy.” I chuckled as I neared him.
“What the fuck took you so long?”
“Becky decided she wanted to give the hotel a show.”
“I told you ’bout fucking with all them different bitches. That shit bound to catch up to yo’ ass sooner or later. You need to find you someone and settle down.”
“Not everybody a lover boy like you.”
“I promise it’s the best thing.”
“The boat made it here yet?” I quickly changed the subject and entered the warehouse with Schizo directly on my heels. “It just docked. Thought I was gon’ have to unload it without you.”
“Nigga, you talking like you don’t have help here or some. Ain’t like you be doing much work.” All Schizo’s ass be doing is barking out fucking orders. One would think he was the fucking oldest.
“Don’t matter.”
We strolled through the warehouse to the back where the boats docked. Schizo jumped up on the boat and pulled the tarp back, displaying the crates that were underneath. I handed him the crowbar and he popped the first crate open. I observed him as he pulled out an AR-15 rifle and examined it. He pulled the clip out and slapped it back in then cocked it.
“We good?” I questioned him before I gave the guys the OK to unload the boat.
Schizo aimed the gun toward the wall and peeked through the scope. He hit me with a nod, and I waved over the men to gather all the crates off the boat.