"That's better than fucking up my station."
Money frowned when Papa angrily barked as if he understood everything that was said.
"What you need to do is find a roommate and let her room and board be to take care of this bad ass baby canine."
Swift wished he could, but his mother would beat his ass if he shacked up with a woman, even if it was for free labor. He'd heard more times than not that he was getting older, even needing to stop driving so much because they had a team of drivers. What they didn't know was that Swift enjoyed being on the road. It gave him time to think and strategize as he took the family business to the next level.
He wanted it all, like the next-level delivery company, like UPS or FedEx, except they'd be black-owned and employ hundreds, if not thousands, of young African Americans from their warehouses, where they shipped and received items, and even offered an intern program for entrepreneurs who wanted in on the trucking business.
While in college, Swift was a business major. He loved football, but he knew an injury could easily have him on his ass, so majoring in business it was. He'd started classes online and had one more year to go before he finished.
"I will, nigga, but for now, I'll pay your little cleaning fee at your crib if you don't want to bring him here."
Money smirked because he knew that he'd give in to his cousin, but they were best friends. There wasn't much they wouldn't do for the other, including sharing women, sometimes together, other times alone.
"Almost got me caught the fuck up too when Tasha came over last week," Money fussed, then motioned for him to sit. "Damn G-string left in the bathroom had her about to knock my ass across my head."
Swift grinned, remembering how he and Kendra ended up at Money's crib. She wanted to see where he stayed, so because he had a key to his cousin's place, and he had no plans to make her more than a quick fuck, he took her there. She'd recently moved to Cedar Spike and worked at the coffee shop where he grabbed coffee each time before he went on a long road trip. If nothing else, he'd get free coffee.
"She even checked all the trash bins for condom wrappers, too. Nigga, you had about four, maybe five condoms in the guest bathroom. She thought I had some kind of orgy until she realized they weren't the kind of condoms I use." Money shook his head as Swift issued a lazy grin. "The hell you fucked four or five times at my place?"
"No one worth fucking again, that's for sure." She'd been blowing Swift's line up more than Alexis had. The pussy was decent, but not enough to the point where he wanted another repeat of it.
Once the cape was adjusted around his neck, Money brushed Swift's head. He then stood in front of him and began to line him up.
"So, no names?" Money stopped, then twisted his lips. "I wasn't trying to fuck no way."
"Nigga, you can. We'd shared plenty of times except Tasha." Money grinned, nodding his head. She was the only girl he'd halfway taken seriously, but still wasn't ready to settle down, just like his cousin.
"Tasha is cool, but I have to keep one on my team that your ass can't have."
"Please. If I wanted Tasha, I'd hit that pussy too."
"Only if you give up the name of the female who let you hit five times," he jested.
"Alright then, I'll send my people your way once I'm on the road. Shit, we're cousins. That makes us damn near one and the same."
"Hell yeah."
They slapped hands, but Money knew he'd have to be discreet. Tasha was like a pit bull and one who would fight in a heartbeat. She was also one who didn't mind going to jail. He liked his women a tad bit ratchet, while Swift just liked his women accessible anytime he needed them.
"Don't be mad now if she won't let you have that pussy anymore after me." Money winked his eye and snickered.
"Imagine that," Swift scoffed. "I'll call her ass right now." Money knew he would because they were both naturally competitive. Both their mothers said it ran in their blood.
"Any word on that expansion of the trucking company?" Money asked, changing the subject. He loved running his own barbershop, but he saw how his Uncle Cain and Auntie London were living. "I want in on that shit, cousin."
"Naw, but I'm putting some shit together. You know I need the numbers before I approach Pops about anything."
"As you should. That's their life savings they put into those businesses. The rideshare is easier to manage and quicker to see a profit, though, as long as they keep the vehicles serviced and people in rotation willing to drive. That was the best damn idea Uncle Cain could have come up with."
"Yeah, that nigga always looking for a way to make sure we're straight."
"How's Auntie? You know… with everything?"
Swift knew what he meant: her health. It was like the elephant in the room since a few years ago, when they weren'tsure if she would make it. She'd been in remission, short of a scare, a year ago.
"Still in remission."
