She frowned and yanked her hand away. "Making sure this shit is fit for the streets. In case you haven't noticed we've had ppl dying."
"And you thought it was a good idea to test it on your own?"
"I'm the boss," she shrugged and stepped back.
A booming cut through all the noise.
"WHAT IN THE HELL ARE BOTH OF YOU DOING HERE?"
Turning, I found Enzo looking annoyed and with a clipboard in hand.
"I was worried," I shrugged.
Diamond rolled her eyes. "I was inspecting the product. Or at least I was about to."
I started surveying the room while they bantered. Enzo and Diamond seemed like siblings in that moment. A few of the coke girls were looking around nervously. I touched Diamond's shoulder and she quit talking for just a moment. "Them."
"Them what?"
She turned in the direction that I was looking. "They've been lacing it," I whispered into her ear.
Her eyes turned to slits and she looked down at the spoon in her hand. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
That was all she needed. "Everybody, step the fuck away from the tables!"
A few people kept working and my wife didn't like that. She pulled a gun out from the black and white Chanel purse and popped a round or two off.
Bang!
Bang!
The bullets seemed to ricochet around in rafters. The female workers gave shrieks and hollers that filled my ear. Enzo began to rub at his temple after shooting me a look. I shrugged.
"Step the fuck away from the tables please and thank you!"
Everyone stepped back and Diamond looked at me again. "Which ones."
I pointed out two Hispanic girls and one Black girl. The three were still looking around nervously, and I watched one of them grip the black girl’s arm. Their nerves were for sure betraying them now.
"Bring them to the office," Diamond hissed at a few guards. "Everyone else go the fuck home."
"This shipment can't be late," Enzo through up his hands.
Diamond ignored him and he threw his hands up again. "I had everything under control."
"You didn't," I said following Diamond, the guards and the women.
Closing the door behind me, I peeked through the blinds. I watched as around thirty girls started to depart, their faces looking frightened. I knew it was nothing compared to how the three behind me were feeling.
Turning, I watched as Diamond sat her purse down on the desk. The gun was still in her hand, but she sat it down beside her, leaning against the desk. She looked every single one of the girl's over before speaking. I moved to sit at the desk, still quiet. My wife was going to run this show whether I wanted her to or not. She was in control…
"So y’all been the one's poisoning my powder...?"
Before Diamond could say another word, one of the young Hispanic girls broke down crying immediately. The other two cut their eyes at her as she collapsed into a puddle. The guards snickered in the corner.
Finally, someone spoke. "We got paid to do it."
