4. Liam “Schizo” Millionaire
CHAPTER FOUR
LIAM “SCHIZO” MILLIONAIRE
I stepped up to the counter and placed all my items on it except the bouquet of sunflowers. The young chick behind the register looked up from her cell phone and immediately placed it down. Her eyes danced over the top half of my frame that she could see. It was the exact reaction most women gave me whenever they encountered me. Women didn’t have to tell me I was fine, the shit was written all over their faces. A smile coursed her lips and they parted as she asked, “Did you find everything OK?”
“Yup,” was the only response she got out of me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, peeling off a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill, knowing damn well everything I purchased wasn’t gon’ come out to be that much. Unlike Scar, I didn’t use banks. I didn’t trust the bitches at all. As far as our businesses, I made certain they had business accounts, but I wasn’t placing anything in there that belonged to me.
“Must be a lucky girl,” she said, bringing me from my thoughts.
I handed her the sunflowers and she rang them up as well. “The one and only,” I replied and gave her the cash.
My fiancée Kaylan was my everything. We had been together for the last year and a half. Ever since I first laid eyes on her, I knew she was gon’ be my wife. She was my rider. The only person in this world other than my mama that I could vent to without feeling some sort of way afterward. She listened to me even if shit didn’t make sense at the time. Kaylan had been rocking with me hard, and I made damn certain that she didn’t want for nothing.
Gathering my bags, I exited the store and hopped into my black G Wagon. I was at the Publix down the street from the house, so it didn’t take me long to make it there.
When I first met Kaylan, I had been living strictly in a penthouse in the hotel. The thought of buying a home hadn’t crossed my mind, but when we began to get serious, and thoughts of marriage seeped into my mind, I went out and bought us a house as a wedding gift.
I pulled into the driveway and parked at the front door. Grabbing my bags off the seat, I got out and went into the house. Kaylan had been on my mind so heavy that I made a stop by the store to pick up all her favorite snacks. Bae was on her menstrual, and I always tried to make sure she was comfortable as shit. Though I figured she already had those pair of period panties she liked to wear, I still made a trip to the feminine aisle and picked her up a pack.
“Bae!” I called out her name as I trekked toward the back of the house where our suite was located. When I entered the bedroom, I found her lying in bed watching some chick flick on the television. The covers were pulled up to her chin. The only thing I could see was her black silk bonnet and her eyes. They darted in my direction and when she noticed the gifts in my hands, she tossed the covers back and stretched her arms out in my direction. I planted a kiss on her fine lips.
Kaylan was the most beautiful woman in the world to me. She wasn’t all that thick, but she had weight in all the right places. Her caramel skin was flawless thanks to the beauty routine she made certain not to skip every single day. She mostly drank nothing but water and fruit juices, which kept her pussy pH on point.
She sat up in bed and I gave her the gifts. “I thought ’bout cha while I was out.”
A smile creased her lips, displaying her perfect pearly whites. “You’re always so thoughtful.”
“Only for you.” I pecked her lips once more and strolled into the bathroom to take a leak.
Kaylan’s hands snaked ’round me from behind. They glided over my stomach, and she took my dick from me. I finished peeing and flushed the toilet. When I turned ’round in her arms, she pecked me on the corner of my chin and said, “Hold on.” Peeling away from me, she grabbed a rag out the linen closet, wet it, and wiped my dick off.
Before I knew it, Kaylan dropped to her knees with my dick in her line of view. She licked her lips, firmly gripped my dick, and shoved it into her mouth. Her mouth suctioned my dick like a vacuum. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I tittered.
She pulled my dick out her mouth and it made a popping sound. The tip of her tongue trailed my shaft and dipped in and out the hole.
“Got damn,” I moaned.
She slipped my dick back into her mouth and it wasn’t long before I released my seeds down her throat. Kaylan wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and I helped her up from the floor. I stood there and watched her as she brushed her teeth and cleaned her face.
“That shit right there is why you’re the mufuckin’ MVP.” She giggled.
My phone chimed and I pulled it from my pocket.
Scar Face: They ready to meet. Where the fuck are you?
Me: Be there in thirty.
“You leaving?” Kaylan questioned me, and I pocketed my phone. Her face softened and I pecked her in the center of the forehead.
“For a bit, but I’ll be back though.”
When I pulled up to the warehouse, Scar and some of the men were already loading the crates into the back of one of 2 Milli moving trucks. It was a moving company we co-owned to move the weapons through. It was convenient as fuck. Most people didn’t know what was going on behind closed doors unless you were ordering from us. The police didn’t too much bother us ’cause they thought we were just moving houses or some shit.
“Everything loaded up?” I asked as I hopped out my Bentley.
“Damn near,” Scar tossed over his shoulder. “This the last crate.”
I stood back and watched as Lil D placed the last crate in the back of the truck. The other guys stacked a sectional at the front to hide the crates then Scar closed the back of the truck. He jumped in the driver’s seat and I got in the passenger.
As he pulled out the parking lot, I slipped my t-shirt off and replaced it with the company t-shirt I kept in there. If we wanted to seem legit, we had to look it too. Don’t get me wrong, there were several other trucks at the company that actually went out on calls to move houses and businesses on a daily. That was the exact reason why people didn’t think nothing of us moving illegal ass shit.
It took us ’bout forty minutes to make it to our destination, which seemed to be out in the middle of fucking nowhere. “You sure this the right place?” I questioned Scar.
“Yeah, according to the location he gave us,” he replied and stopped the truck in the middle of the grass area. He slipped his strap from his waistline and cocked it. “Can’t be too careful.”
“I’m already focused,” I told him and hopped out the truck. A black Tahoe kicked up dust and dirt as it traveled down the road in our direction. It stopped a mile away from us and the doors opened. Some men climbed out and strolled in front of the headlights.
“On time. I like that,” one of the men said as he treaded toward us. “You got what we need?”
“You got our fucking money?” I wasted no time to ask. We always conducted business by getting half up front and the other half at the exchange of merchandise. It was the only way to keep shit fair for both parties.
He waved and a guy neared us, dropping two duffels at our feet. I kneeled and unzipped ’em both to make sure the cash was in there. I pulled out a stack and tossed it to Scar. He whipped out the money counter and dropped it in there. The sound of the crisp cash flowing through the machine bricked my dick. It was no better feeling to know that you just made some fresh ends.
“We good,” Scar said, letting me know that we could move forward with the exchange.
Zipping up the bags, I carried ’em over to the passenger door and placed ’em on the floor. Scar unlocked the back door. We removed the sectional to get to the crates. He grabbed the first one and handed it to me. We carried it to the front of the truck where old dude was standing waiting for us. I popped the crate open and he pulled out one of the ARs.
The nigga examined the hell out of the gun before opening his mouth and asking, “Is it real?”
“What?” My brows furrowed.
“It looks fake.”
I snatched the gun away from him and checked the clip. The shit was fully loaded. I aimed it toward the nigga standing beside him and pulled the trigger.
Pow!
Buddy’s body slumped to the ground after the bullet crashed into his skull. “Real enough for ya?”
The nigga stared at me, looking like a deer in headlights. It was ironic as fuck that we were standing in front of some.
“Don’t ever question my fucking product again,” I told him and tossed the gun into his arms. “You want the shit or not?” All he could do was nod.
Scar and I unloaded the truck and placed the sectional back in it. We didn’t even stick ’round to see what they ass were up to. We got the fuck outta there.