I climbed smoothly out of my luxury whip and swaggered over to the door. I knocked three times, like they preferred, and the door swung open. A big ass burly security guard stood in the doorway.
His thick ass arms were folded with his chest poked out. I smirked. Niggas with muscles always wanted to flex. Only if they knew that muscles never won a fight, but that skill and knowledge were the keys.
"Passcode, nigga," the musclehead stated in a deep voice.
"Blue dope," I answered.
I wasn't in the mood to join the dick swingin' contest he subtly wanted me to engage in. It was late, and I was ready to go home so I could pick my son up tomorrow.
"Aight. Who are you and what are you here for?"
"I'm the transporter and got a delivery for Winna," I replied. That's all the musclehead needed to know.
He nodded his understanding, and the musclehead picked up his walkie and radioed somebody named Dog. I stood withhands clasped in front of me. The musclehead and I stared each other down until an older man and two other musclehead niggas walked behind him. He must have been Winna, the owner, by the way they all surrounded him.
The old head stopped in front of me and extended his arm. "You must be the transporter. I see you like to keep your dealings anonymous. I'm Winna. Do you have what I ordered?" he probed with a smirk.
I placed my hand in his and firmly shook it. "Yeah, I do. I have your delivery. It's in my trunk. Follow me," I instructed.
"Sounds good to me. Lead the way."
I turned and exited the nightclub, swaggering back to my car. The trunk raised when I hit the fob, and all of us huddled around it. "Is this the nigga you been looking for?" I questioned.
Winna grinned like an addict in a trap house. He lowered and slapped the shit out of the man hog-tied in my trunk. "Welcome back home, Akbar. You thought you could steal a hundred thousand dollars from me and I not find yo' black ass. Now, thanks to you, I screen the fuck outta new hires." He turned to his crew. "Get his ass outta there and take him to the back. Dog, hand the transporter his money," Winna directed.
Two muscle heads snatched Akbar out of the trunk. Dog stepped up and handed me a small black bag that held the remainder of my fee. I grabbed my money and sped off in my whip. There was nothing else to be said.
That nigga Akbar was done for. I felt for him a bit, but if he was gon' run off with a nigga's money, he should've run much further than California. Cali was a hop, skip, and jump away from Chicago. Thanks to Akbar, I was two hundred thousand dollars richer.
I was halfway home when my phone chimed. My eyes briefly eyed my radio face, and it was my bestie, Travel. She andDeshoni needed to stay with me for a while. I hit the hands-free option on my radio's face and spoke aloud.
The message was sent, and I returned my focus to the road, Travel on my mind.Travel. That woman filled my head morning, noon, and night. I masked my feelings for her by calling her bestie.
Deep down, Travel was the love of my life. I wouldn't be as far in life as I am if it weren't for her. The only reason I finished grammar school and high school is because of her. Her drive, focus, and caring nature got both me and her bum ass baby daddy through school.
There was nothing I wouldn't do for her. When it came to Travel's pretty ass, no didn't exist. I never missed an opportunity to have her in my home. I wasn't sure how serious the situation was between her and Mook, but I hoped it was bad enough for her and Deshoni to stay with me for a while.
I made it outside my gate and entered the PIN code. The gates opened, welcoming me home, and I drove up the driveway. Within minutes, I was out of my whip and heading inside my home.
The alarm briefly went off because Travel set it.Good girl.She knew the routine. The first thing I always did when I made it home was wash my hands. The house was really quiet. I assumed Travel and Deshoni were asleep.
I tiredly climbed the stairs and went to her room first. I leaned against the doorway and watched her and baby boy sleep. She had my tablet playing her favorite Lofi channel. It was her go-to when I wasn't around to calm her busy mind and emotions.
Mook had no idea the treasure he had. I'd always been an observant ass nigga, and I knew a good thing when I saw it. The first time I saw her was when she transferred into my class in the third grade. Her dark brown skin, long pigtails, and big, roundbrown eyes stole my breath the first time I laid eyes on her. Travel and her family were refugees from Haiti because a big hurricane had hit their country. Her accent was so heavy at the time, but I understood her clearly.
At the young age of eight, I had no idea what love was, but I knew it had everything to do with Travel. From that moment on, I had to be in her space as much as I could. We're now in our thirties, and I still need to be in her space.
She kept the small night light on just in case Deshoni woke up. We discovered a while back that he was not a fan of the dark, so I got him a night light. Now, because of the soft light, I got to admire her beautiful features.
Travel's long hair was wrapped and protected under her scarf. Her curvy frame was hidden under the thick plush blankets, but I knew her body like the back of my hand. Travel had body. She was an absolute baddie. If only she knew how I felt about her. I shook my head and walked to my room. Maybe one day she'd know.
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I parked outside my baby mama's apartment and texted my son to come out. When Junior turned eight, I stopped going inside June's crib. She was so damn toxic.
When I'd go inside, she'd take that as an opportunity to try to seduce me or start some drama with me, and I was over that shit. June lived in a two-flat building on the first floor, so I'd see the moment Junior walked out the door. Now that he was sixteen, I really didn't have to go in for shit. If he cut up in school, then I'd pick him up and talk to him at my house. I refused to go inside her crib unless I absolutely had to.
Junior walked out the door with his backpack, and June was hot on his heels. Trek Ahmad Mounts Jr. was my twin, and he for sure had my ways, the good and bad.
