My arm was released before she sauntered over to the table in the middle of the room picking up a set of gloves from it. She knew the routine so taking precautions was nothing new to her. Keep your prints off the merchandise. I followed suit grabbing a pair of my own.
She headed right over to the FN SCAR on the left and picked it from the wall. Smiling, I shook my head. She was a gangsta on the low and she wore that shit so classy. I walked over to the right side of the room where the shotguns were kept and plucked a Benelli M4 for myself.
Without saying a word to each other, we walked to the back where the gun range was and engaged in a shooting session. We went at it for a quick ten minutes before she was pleased. If I had to choose what was more exciting, it would be this small engagement than being the nigga that had a thousand eyes on him upstairs.
“Your shipment should arrive between the hours of 3-5 a.m. Have your people there and ready Papi. That window closes as soon as the time runs out. I don’t give grace periods,” she warned me.
“Stop playing with me like you don’t know who you dealing with Catalina.Mi tiempo es dinero y no lo desperdicio(My time is money, and I don’t waste it).”
“Si alguien lo sabe, soy yo(If anyone knows that, it’s me).”
“Make sure you get with Kong tonight, so you can get your bread. Where that invoice at?” She reached inside her purse and pulled out a document handing it off seconds later. I gave it a quick glance focusing on the Glock count. The missing case was included. “Cool.”
“I wouldn’t shit you on purpose Papi. Last time was my mistake. I take full accountability for that.”
“Aye, I ain’t giving you a hard time so don’t give me one. Let’s get the fuck out of here. I got people to entertain.” I walked to the elevator, and she beat her feet to join me.
We rode back up to the third floor and slowly but surely began to participate in the good vibes. Kong’s wife and her two friends had finally made their way up, so my section was packed. The ladies were beautiful and engaging with Catalina as if she was my other half. I found it comical but didn’t care to correct any of them. Who I entertained wasn’t their business.
The more I drank, the more my eyes got heavy. It didn’t help that Kong had blunts being passed in rotation. I’d loosened up more than a lil’ and was enjoying the ass Catalina kept putting in my lap. I had to admit that a good time was being had. That was until I was interrupted by a muthafucka I hadn’t heard a word from in weeks. His text came through as I was recording Cat grinding on a nigga dick.
Enzo: Yo Bent. Can I holla at you for a minute?
Holla at who? I knew that nigga wasn’t trying to converse after he’d been missing in fuckin’ actions for weeks at a time. He did that shit months ago, and I let his goofy ass off with a warning. This time he tested my patience farther than he didpreviously. His ties were cut the second he dipped out leaving my work and bread unattended yet again.
Me: You just did.
Enzo: Can I come up and speak man to man?
Me: Man to man? Yeah, come holla at me lil’ nigga.
I was sober within seconds. He was coming at me on some man to man shit like we had beef or something. My blood was starting to boil if I was being real. I gave him a job and position that put more money in his pockets than the drive-thru he was working in. I knew niggas got beside themselves but do that sit with muthafuckas who ain’t make you.
“Aye Kong, you heard anything from Enzo since he been gone?” I had to ask and make sure I wasn’t tripping. I trusted Kong’s word before anybody else’s.
“Hell nah. His zone was doing whatever the fuck they wanted before that shit got back to me. Ain’t nobody seen or talked to that nigga.” He confirmed what I already knew.
Nodding, I tossed my phone to the side and tapped Cat on her thigh silently asking her to get up for me. I watched Enzo cross the room. His choice of jewelry was blinding a nigga, I couldn’t lie. All that flashy shit was what him and the other lieutenants was on. I never had the thought of drawing so much attention my way knowing I was a nigga making millions on a monthly basis.
He stepped into my section and reached for my bottle. “I wish the fuck you would,” I said removing my gun from my waist.
“Damn. It’s like that?” he questioned. The nigga had his face scrunched up like he was offended by my reaction. If my memory served me correctly, I was the head nigga in charge.
“Where you been?” I asked straight up.
Enzo wasn’t just a regular lieutenant. He was over Zone four and that zone alone brought me in so much money Kong visitedEnzo and his crew at least twice times a week for cashouts and reups. He made more bread than all the lieutenants put together. I was confused on what the fuck made him go ghost and not say shit. He was moving as if he could do whatever the fuck, he damned well pleased, and that shit wasn’t sitting right with me not even a lil’.
“Visiting family,” he answered and went to reach for my bottle, yet again.
I picked up my Glock and cocked that bitch just as his finger wrapped around it. If he wanted the spotlight on him, by all means, I had no problem giving it to him. He sat back and rubbed his palms along his pants leg.
“Family, huh?” I nodded as a small grin appeared. I must’ve had the word fool written across my forehead or something. “You mean the sister that stay off Dunwoody or yo’ mama that’s set up downtown at the Master’s Condominiums? I mean, I’m a lil’ confused as to why the only muthafuckas you got left calling for you to abandon my shit like the residuals from my shit ain’t what’s supplying they fuckin’ lifestyle.”
I knew a suspicious, lying ass nigga when I saw one and Enzo fit the fuckin’ description. His focus shifted between me and Kong like my brotha was supposed to step up and protect him. I’d lay everybody in this bitch down if that ever happened.
“I ain’t got no reason to lie to you Bent. I got a cousin that passed away and we went down to attend the funeral. I helped with the preparations and shit,” he lied.
“Yo’ hoe ass mama an only child and don’t nobody know who the fuck yo’ pops is so what cousin?” You better believe I knew every muthafucka that got a dollar out of me bloodline. I was a cautious and observant nigga who refused to leave any stone unturned.
