“Why? Huh? We’re not a couple and that crazy ex of yours keeps approaching me and saying y’all sleeping together. So what if I got rid of the kid.” Her attitude was evident at this point.
“You corny as hell for saying that dumb shit. Any woman who gets pregnant should automatically tell the man and they can make a decision together.” She was about to speak but I cut her off.
“And don’t give me that bullshit about it’s your body because had I to put the baby in there so it my choice as well.” I’m ok with whatever decision she made since it was her body. However, being secretive about it was where I had a problem.
“As far as the other bitch, I told you she crazy as fuck. She got a man and the only reason she fucks with you is because you let her.” She rolled her eyes.
Sammy was a chick I used to mess with in the middle school and as a freshman. We were both young and I was feeling myselfbecause all the girls wanted me. As young as we were, we both knew the best thing was to break up before hurting one another more than we already had.
We remained friends and whenever she had an issue with her man, we’d fuck and I’d send her back home. I haven’t slept with her since I’ve been with Sariah but Sammy knew who she was and bothered her anytime she felt like it; even said we were married.
No it wasn’t right and I addressed that with Sammy and to my knowledge she hasn’t spoken or seen Sariah since. If she did approach Sariah at the bar last week then I will deal with her because it was childish as fuck.
“I let her? Are you serious?” She pointed to herself.
“Tell her to get the fuck out your face or whoop her ass. I guarantee you she’ll stop.” Sammy was never a fighter and talked more shit than actually throwing hands.
“That’s your job to do and it don’t matter because we’re not together. I’d appreciate if you let her know so she could stay away and allow me to have a safe and healthy pregnancy.”
Inside I was smiling because she made plans to keep the baby. It wasn’t ideal for me to have a baby without being married but fucking her with a condom was never gonna happen either. The one time it did was by accident because it broke when we were fucking. I snatched it off and been going in bareback ever since.
“When is the next appointment?.” She sat down in the car, closed the door and rolled the window down.
“When I come back from vacation.” I forgot she was going away for two weeks. The Cayman Islands was nice as hell.
“A’ight and who knows, maybe I’ll be there as well.”
“Where? At the doctor’s appointment?” I kissed her lips and walked away laughing. Cairo had a meeting in the islands with some new guy next week but I never told Sariah. I didn’t wanther thinking I was following her and honestly, we may not even be in the same area.
On the way to my car, I sent a message to Sammy saying we needed to talk. Sariah was right, now that she was expecting, the bullshit had to stop. If she didn’t listen, then our years of friendship would be gone and she’d be in the ground. One thing I’ll never play about was family and Sariah and the child were that now.
CHAPTER 7
Cairo
Restingmy head against the seat inside the jet with my feet kicked up, I cracked a smile. Almost ten years in the game and I’m finally able to relax and enjoy the fruits of my labor. Granted, I’ve been rich since before birth thanks to my great grandfather, who in return passed down the wealth to my grandfather and then my pops.
I’ve never had to worry about not having food to eat, clothes to wear or a place to stay and I’ll never take that for granted. People start seeing money and don’t know what to do with it which is why they either end up broke or homeless. My family made sure to make us work for what we had, as well as showed us what is was like not to have.
See, my great grandfather was born and raised in Johannesburg South Africa and his parents were poor. When he became of age and able to work, he was a gold miner. He worked all hours of the day and night and never took a day off.
One of the nights he worked alone, he found pieces of gold and kept his findings to himself. Never saying a word to anyone,he kept it hidden inside a box under the floor in his bedroom. For years, he’d find more and more yet never told anyone. He felt the gold was due to him, especially since the pay was very low and the amount of hours he worked didn’t add up to the pain and suffering of constantly being in those mines.
Once his parents passed away, his brother who was in the military told him they were moving to America with other family members they never met. My great grandfather had no choice but to tell his brother in order to figure out how they’d get the gold to ship with them; otherwise he wasn’t leaving.
Long story short, his brother knew people in the military. He offered them a decent amount of money to help transport them illegally. That way no one would check their bags or ask questions. Back then there was no security protocols and no one checked for stowaways. It was a win, win situation.
When they made it to America, the family here wasn’t rich but they were well off. My great grandfather got a job and did massive research on gold handlers in the US. He came across some guys in a bar that were part of a mafia, linked up with them, sold them the gold in return for business ventures that would keep him wealthy and the rest was history.
Oh, but they did try and cheat my great grandfather at first but he was very smart, educated and did his own research on how much the gold was worth. The amount of gold he came over with was well worth ten million dollars and back then that was unimaginable for anyone to have.
When they realized he was about his business, a bond was formed and to this day we still rocked with those families. They’re at all the family events and we call each other family regardless of blood. Every now and then they had the same issues with motherfuckers tryna work under them and not do shit. I swear you can’t give family shit because they’ll find a way to fuck it up for sure.
Anyway, the business ventures between my great grandfather was drugs, guns and gambling. The Romano name held so much weight that people from every country wanted to be a part of the organization. However we never showed anyone how we made money and everything had a cover up.
The gambling was only for the elite and if you tried to be a part ofThe Elite, there was a process, as well as putting up collateral damage no matter if it were a person, place or thing.
The drugs and guns were run by family only and you had to go through a set of tests to prove you’re worthy enough to even work as a guard. At the warehouses where we kept the materials one would assume we sold toys, clothing, furniture and other accessories. Nothing was ever in plain sight and you’d have to really dig and take things apart to find anything. That’s how discreet we were and I planned on keeping it that way. Which was why everyone at the warehouse had to go a few months ago.
