2. Warren ‘Wolf’ Bennett #2
Even though putting dope money into a legitimate business has been done millions of times, this kind of business was different.
My pops always had a thing for planes, so he invested in private aviation.
With just money and hustle, he was able to get an entire company up and running.
It started out as something small. So small, that for at least the first few years, he was still hustling in the streets because the new business wasn’t bringing in that much money yet.
With it being a small company in the beginning, the only thing the company did was charter flights, and manage private jets for customers.
Once that picked up a little bit, that’s when my pops was able to start investing into purchasing aircraft, building his fleet.
The hustle was in him, so he didn’t stop there.
Probably ten years in, after spending millions, investing in someone else, buying their aircraft, this nigga got the wild idea to manufacture his own shit.
Meaning, the Bennett aircraft was now a thing, and people flew out of them all the time.
My pops company was a billion-dollar company, and just three years ago, he officially stepped down from it, and my brothers were in charge of running it.
I’m sure you’ll probably want to know why I didn’t just work for my pops company, instead of branching out, and doing my own thing.
Most people would have just continued the legacy that their father started, especially since it was something that could be easily tossed into your lap, and it was guaranteed money.
The thing is, before I started running my own shit, I was working for my pops company at one point.
All I knew was aviation. We didn’t see the version of our pops that used to be in the streets.
Well, I didn’t. Kingston was the only son that got that version of our pops, but even so, he wasn’t old enough to remember it because he was a baby.
The only version I had of my pops is the one that was running Bennett Aviation Group.
I grew up around planes. When our pops would take us to work with him, we would chill with all the engineers, pilots, and everyone else.
My brothers and I always knew that we would grow up and be a part of the business.
I loved that shit. Loved being around it, but shit started changing as I grew older.
I started becoming my own man. Started getting into disputes with my pops.
Beefing with the nigga, falling out with him, and with that, I hated that feeling that I would be left with, knowing that I’m at odds with someone, and giving them the leverage of saying that they were putting food in my mouth.
I was too prideful to ever let a man have that much power over me. Even if it was my own pops.
A lot of the issues that I had with my pops stemmed from the way he handled my mama.
Since I was a little nigga, I didn’t like the kind of husband that he would be in their marriage.
He wasn’t physically abusive. I’ll give him that.
Man, if I even felt like that nigga was over there putting his hands on my mama, I would be ready to kill his ass.
The thing with abuse, it came in different forms. My pops was the kind of husband that has been mentally and emotionally abusing our mom for years.
He’s put her though a lot of shit. You would think that when a woman gives a man these beautiful children, that he wouldn’t wonder off, and entertain other women.
That nigga was the biggest dog that I knew, and Kingston was right behind his ass.
It wasn’t just the cheating that he’s done to her that’s hurt her over the years.
He would look my mama dead in her eyes and lie to her.
He was so good at that shit that sometimes, I would even believe him.
Embarrassed the fuck out of her over the years by having different women popping up on her, showing her screenshots of their text messages, along with pictures of my father with other women.
It’s one thing for a man to cheat, but for the other woman to come around, and show all kinds of receipts, that was something totally different.
My mama never left his ass though. Left, and go where? She’s never worked a day in her life.
My mom was born and raised in Ethiopia. She came to the states when she was just twelve years old.
Humble beginnings is what she came from.
Didn’t have much of anything as a kid, so it made her appreciate everything.
She came over to the states with her parents, who were looking for a better life.
With the humble beginnings that she had, her goal was to finish with school, and one day become a nurse.
Had it all planned out. Fucked around and met my pops during her senior year of high school.
She was eighteen. My pops was twenty- one.
He was heavy in the streets. I’m talking, he was the kind of kid that most parents wouldn’t want their daughters dating.
Kids are rebellious and would forever do what the fuck they wanted to do though.
My mom was no different because she ended up falling for the bait and started fuckin around with my pops.
The day she graduated from high school is the same day that she found out she was pregnant with Kingston.
I’ve heard the story from her over a million times.
Her parents were angry with her, demanding that she get an abortion.
On the other end, my pops was telling her to keep it, and that he would take care of my mom, and the baby.
She chose my pops, and as a result of that, she no longer had a relationship with her parents.
So, with that, we’ve never met our grandparents on our mom’s side.
They carried on that fuckin grudge for years.
Our pops did take care of my mom, just like he always told her he would do.
She never had to work. Never went to college to pursue that degree and become a nurse.
She kept giving the nigga babies. My mom was the definition of a woman that was ‘put up’, but the fucked up part is that it came with a cost. Here we are, years later, my pops is 58 years old, and he’s still fuckin up in his marriage.
My mom has gotten to a point where she’s become so numb to his wrongdoings, but I know that it still fucks with her.
Knowing that it fucks with her is why I allow it to fuck with me.
I check that nigga about it every chance I get, and that right there plays its part in why I had to walk away from his company and start up my own shit.
As I was sitting here in the middle of the club, daydreaming about personal shit that was happening in my life, Kendrix walked over, and he had the dancer Poison that I just learned about, standing right on the side of him.
I was chilling, leaned back on the couch, still puffing from the cigar that was in my hands.
The music was loud in the club, everyone had their own thing going on, but for these few seconds, it honestly felt like I didn’t hear shit, or I didn’t see anything outside of the woman that was standing in front of me.
She had confidence. I could tell by the way she innocently stood there, with her legs crossed, and her hands folded behind her.
There really wasn’t that much of a distance between us.
Even with all the other smells that was going on throughout the club, it’s almost like it was only her that I smelled.
I can’t tell you what the scent was because I never smelled it before.
Her perfume wasn’t loud though, which I was happy about because I hated overly loud perfume on a woman.
Just enough to get a whiff of it and question the scent.
“Poison, this my brother, Wolf. He’s an uptight ass nigga. Probably don’t even know the last time he got some pussy. Give him a dance for me, please. We got the money. Take him to the back. In one of the private rooms. Put a show on for my brother,” Kendrix went on to say.
I sucked my teeth at that shit. I wasn’t fuckin with the way he said it. Made me feel like he was treating her like a trick and selling her off to me.
“It’s cool, love. It’s other niggas in the section that you can dance for,” I let her know.
“This nigga,” I heard Demarco say from the side of me.
“I’m aware of that. Your brother said you’re uptight. Let me loosen you up some. What? You don’t trust me? You don’t want to go to the back room with me? That’s cool with me. I can dance for you right here, papa,” she looked me in my eyes when she said that shit.
Without even giving me a warning, she stepped closer, turned around, showing me the perfect view of a woman from behind that I’ve ever seen before in my life, and proceeded to dropping all that ass in my lap.
When she did that, she had the niggas in the section going crazy.
She pulled her legs up, so that she could have the heels that she was wearing placed in my lap.
Like she was already familiar with my body, and we had a habit of nonstop fuckin already, she tossed her back against my hard chest, and it somehow snuggled its way into the crook of my neck.
Then, started grinding her ass all on my dick.
She reached a hand up, so that she could tug on my beard, and right here in the middle of the section, with everyone watching, she started slowly bouncing up and down on my lap, doing that shit like we were fuckin.