“Say less,” Biggie replied, already standing so he could get ready. “Come swoop me.”
Ending the call, without a response, he knew Demo was on his way. He hated talking too much over the phone, and he knew his homie understood that.
Biggie and Demo had grown up together, and they had a bond like no other. Demo really was the only person in the world he trusted for real. His mom died when he was twenty years old, and he never knew his father. He was an only child, but Demo had always been like a brother to him.
Biggie walked up the stairs to his new home, appreciating the new set up he had. Everything here was more relaxed versus back home inCompton. Even his home felt like a place he could sit and stay awhile, versus the place he had back home, where the walls were bare, and he had minimal furniture. This place had two levels, came furnished and painted, and he thought he could maybe buy some art to hang on the walls. He knew the only reason he suddenly had an interest in interior design was because he had spent so much time within these four walls the past few weeks.
When he made it to the master bedroom, he walked into his walk in closet to grab a pair of gray sweats and the matching hoodie before he walked into the bathroom that connected to the closet and the bedroom.
The bathroom was decorated in a shade of green from a bathroom essentials bundle he bought offAmazon. Green was his favorite color because it reminded him of money.
As he prepped for the shower and then got in, he thought about the crew out here and how he could make this city moreprofitable since he would be staying awhile. He knew he had to lay low, because if he did shoot correctly, nobody, not even the police, would know where he dipped off to. Still, Biggie was an alpha—a take charge kind of nigga. And he was happy as hell Demo called him with something to do today, because he felt an itch to be a menace in one way or another—even if he had to do it on the low.
By the time he got out of the shower, the mirror had steamed up. He used his large hand to wipe some of the condensation away to look at himself. He knew he was a handsome nigga. Bitches told him all the time. His mama made it a point to tell him every day. He also knew his 6’5” size intimidated everyone around him. Let his mama tell it, he came out the pussy big ass hell, almost ripping her pussy in half.
Finished in the bathroom, Biggie lotioned his body, before dressing. Just as he put his fresh kicks on, his phone rang.
Seeing it was Demo, he answered, grabbing his wallet, keys, and gun from his nightstand. “You here?”
“Yea.”
“Bet,” he said before hanging up and sliding it in his pocket.
After making his way downstairs, to the front door, he locked up and walked to Demo’s brand new blackRange Rover. Both their cars were registered under fake aliases.
“What’s up, nigga?” Demo fist bumped Biggie when he got in before pulling away from his house.
“Shit.” Biggie kept his head forward as he peered out the window. “What these young boys need a visit for?” He was curious to see what the impromptu call was about.
Demo had been tasked with keeping his ear to a row of trap houses they had out this way to see how they could expand and if there were any holes in the operation.
“Got word they ain’t too happy we in the city.” Demo kept his eyes on the road as he steered with one hand.
Biggie’s face frowned up.
“Fuck you mean? We run this shit.”
“That’s what I’m tryna figure out. I don’t know if it’s because they need to tighten up now that we’re here or somethin’ else. I called a meeting to air all that shit out, though.”
Biggie nodded and settled in for the ride. Like he said earlier, most of them lil’ niggas was cool, but there were a few he suspected were making a fuss about their presence.
It didn’t take them long to make it to the block where they had a stash of trap houses. It didn’t matter where in the world they were, they would find the hood in every city.Lake Elsinorehad a few, but this one was where they set up shop for their operation years back when they first expanded out here.
Demo parked in front of a small white house with gray trimmings that looked like it was close to caving in on itself. A plethora of niggas loitered outside, no doubt waiting for them, and Biggie decided not to wait another second to bless them with his presence.
Stepping out the vehicle, Biggie adjusted himself and his clothes before slamming the door and moving up to the front door of the house.
“‘Sup, OG.”
“How you been, Biggie?”
“What’s happenin’ OG?”
Biggie gave head nods to everyone who greeted him with Demo walking right behind him. When he pushed his way into the trap house, he was met with even more niggas standing around and talking shit. When they noticed Biggie and Demo, they stopped, standing at attention like soldiers.
“The bitches still working?” Biggie asked, referring to the women who worked in the basement bagging their drugs.
“Yeah,” Antonio, the young boy who ran the traps in their absence, said.
