Chapter 4 #2
“My nigga, I can assure you that you don’t get more pussy than me. I got married pussy at home. I fuck at least five times a day, and that’s on a bad day. You don’t want to know the number on a good day,” Loco went on to say.
I’m thinking that Trevor was going to be this professional ass nigga, that was probably stuck up, but he was cool. Watching him, and Loco stand here and talk shit about each other had me cracking up.
When they eventually finished, that’s when I stood up, and I walked over to them.
“Trev, this my lil cousin Dominique. We all call him Dolo though,” Loco stated, doing the introductions.
“How you doing, Dolo? I’m Trevor. You can call me Trev,” he said, reaching his hand out, so that I could shake it.
I did just that, and then he led the way, showing us to his office. On the way, he offered us something to drink, or some of the snacks that were in the break room, but both Loco, and I let him know that we were fine.
We were eventually in his office, and his office made mine look like shit.
Granted, my office back at the warehouse was just as big as his, but I never really put the work in to have it look like something, you know?
It was just a desk, and a couch over on the other side.
Meanwhile, this nigga’s office looked like some shit out of a Pinterest board.
Nigga had charcoal walls, a dark wood desk, those beautiful floor to ceiling windows, that showed a nice view of the waterfall.
All his certificates, and other accomplishments were hung up in frames.
I didn’t see any family pictures on his desk, and judging by the way he just bragged about all the pussy he gets, I’m assuming that he was a single man.
“Ya’ll can have a seat right here,” Trevor let us know, pointing at the two seats that were in front of his desk.
Loco and I took our seats, while Trevor sat in his office chair. He scooted closer to the desk, folding his arms, and he looked at me. I knew that we were about to get into everything right now.
“So, what’s up Dolo? What we doing? Fill me in a little bit about your plan,” he started, getting right into it with me.
“I’m trying to start up my own private security company.
I don’t want to take all the credit for it.
My girl put the bug in my ear, telling me that she thinks this would be a good avenue for me, and since then, it’s really all that I’ve been thinking about.
When I do shit, I try to make it different from other niggas around me that’s doing it.
I don’t want my company to mimic anything that’s already out here being done.
I want to oversee big spaces, like luxury boutiques, jewelry stores, strip clubs, private events, celebrities.
All kind of shit like that,” I shared with him, and he nodded his head, following where I was going with this.
“You going to own it and make this something legit, or you feel like this going to be something that you just do for fun? I gotta ask that because I’ve sat in spaces before with a lot of young niggas that come to me with these grand ideas, but they aren’t willing to follow through with it and actually put in the work.
You’re not the first person to come to me and tell me that they want to start up a security company.
Niggas will say all this and then go on and hire their homeboys that don’t know shit about securing anything.
They’ll throw a little logo on them and call it a security business, when the whole time, all that’s going to be is a liability,” he responded, and it was harsh, but I respected it.
He didn’t know me from a can of paint, so he didn’t know if I was going to be serious about it or not.
“Nah man. I want to do shit the right way. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have made time for this meeting.
I’m at a point in my life right now where I’m thinking bigger.
Shit, the money is good where I’m at. It’s no complaints, but I want money coming in from different ways, you feel me?
I want to have something solid up under my belt.
I like standing back and watching the seeds that I plant grow.
I’m in strip clubs a lot. I like to buy flashy jewelry.
Being in these spaces, I know how important it is to have top-of-the-line security.
I want to offer that,” I explained, and you could tell that I was winning him over because he smiled, nodding, listening to me speak.
“Aight. Let me go over a few things with you first,” Trevor responded, and like I was hungry for this shit, I pulled my phone out, went to my notes, so that I could type in the things that he was getting ready to say.
Riot wasn’t here, so I was taking notes for her too. I wanted to be able to report back and share all the insight with her that I learned today in this meeting.
Once Trevor saw how serious I was about it, that’s when the informing began.
He gave me all the insights that I was going to need to start up a successful private security company, and what I was going to need for it to remain successful.
We talked about business licensing, contracts, permits, basically all the shit that Loco had already told me that I was going to have to learn about.
The biggest thing that he kept pushing with me was liability.
I felt like he was pushing that so hard because niggas will create these kinds of businesses and give them to their homeboys that didn’t have any kind of experience, which would cause the business to crumble.
Even though this was new for me, I didn’t have any doubts.
If I could manage damn near one hundred niggas in the drug business, I knew that this was going to be light work for me.
The meeting wrapped up, and Trevor left me with some assignments, letting me know the next steps that I needed to take to get the ball running. From there, I stood with Loco, reached over, shaking Trevor’s hand, thanking him for his time. We exchanged numbers and made plans to keep in contact.
After that, Loco and I left out of his office, walked throughout the hallway in silence, and before I knew it, we were back to standing by the elevators, waiting to get on.
“How you feeling?” Loco asked me.
“Shit, I’m excited. Ready to get the ball running.
How you know Trevor? He gives me that he used to be a street dude, and now he just cleaned up.
I can hear the professionalism in his voice, but a few times, I could hear that hood shit trying to slip out.
He used to be in the streets?” I asked him, and Loco laughed at my question, as the elevator doors opened. The two of us stepped on together.
“I go way back with Trev. He wasn’t moving dope, but he was doing shit just as bad.
He used to be one of the biggest scammers in the city.
Credit card fraud, getting a hold of fake checks, all that shit.
He was always lowkey with the way he did it.
Nigga used to drive a Honda, and you never saw him with expensive clothes, or flashy jewelry.
That wasn’t the life that anyone expected him to be living though.
He was a star athlete in high school. He played receiver.
His senior year, he tore his Achilles, and all that football shit went out of the window because none of the colleges were willing to sit around and wait for him.
Nigga was a liability. Once he healed, he jumped into that fast money, doing fraud.
I met him when I was hustling, and I’ve fucked with him ever since.
He jumped out of that lifestyle around the same time that I got out the game.
He’s been running this business ever since, and he’s good at what he does.
If he wasn’t, trust me I wouldn’t have referred him to you,” he said, and I nodded.
“That’s what’s up. He got kids or anything?” I wanted to know, and Loco shook his head.
“Hell nah. Trev going to die a bachelor. You heard him boasting about all the pussy he be getting. In all the years that I’ve known him, I’ve never known him to be in a serious relationship.
I’ve seen him with some of the baddest hoes out, but he never committed.
Some niggas just ain’t got it in them to commit.
That man married to his job. Plus, he always said that he didn’t want children, and he stuck to that,” he shared with me.
We were in the elevator, and Loco turned to look at me. I could tell he was getting ready to say something else.
“Ay, you want to know something? Just wanted to put a little birdie in your ear. When I first started fuckin Uzi, and shit got serious with us, you want to know what I did? Just like you, I went scouting. I was looking for a way to clean up my dirty money and invest it. Nigga, I was in love, and all that shit that I used to talk about not wanting to have kids went out the window. I knew the kind of raw sex that I was having with Uzi was going to lead to children, and that’s when I started finding ways to go legit.
I say all this to say that I know you had Riot move in with you.
I know niggas ain’t reaching in the nightstand at two in the morning to get a condom.
I know the kind of sex that occurs when a woman moves in with a man.
You trying to be a daddy, nigga? That’s why you looking for a way to clean up your money?
” he asked, standing right in front of me, and tapping me on my chest.
His question made me laugh, and I pushed his ass out the way.