“What’s up, Troop? Ay, why the fuck y’all grinning at him? You got work to do, so go do it.” Los yelled as he looked around his warehouse I had just walked into.
“Fucking dictator,” I joked as I moved past Los and headed over to one of the tables where he had two women bagging upvials of powder. Both smiled at me lustfully as I lifted one and removed the top to inspect it.
“You still getting your supply from Orteze?”
“Hell yeah, purest shit, best price.” Los stood next to me, eyeing the vial in my hand.
“Looks like it,” I said before returning the top and placing it on the table.
“You miss this, don’t you? Just say the word and I’ll put you on, Troop. You can start off in packaging,” Los said with a smug grin.
“Fuck outta here with that.IfI decided to get back in the game, I damn sure wouldn’t be a laborer. I’d be running things. You and I both know that, but nah, I’m good. You love this, it’s not for me anymore.”
“Hell yeah, I love it. What’s not to love about making money and running things?” Los smirked and looked around. My boy was making a lot of money and liked living on the edge. He was reckless, not the corporate type.
“You know you make money in other ways, Los. The fuck you think I’m doing?”
“You doing shit that causes you to have to put suits on. That ain’t mine, even if it is just once a month. I like street life. I ain’t the boardroom type.”
“Neither am I, but when I need to show up, I show up. Money is money. As long as its flowing, I don’t give a fuck,” I said truthfully.
“I feel you, but this is my shit. Live by the streets, die by the streets. You know how I roll. What’s good, though? What brings you down here?”
“I just left my spot with Orin.”
“Yeah, and?”
“And I had to let her know she needs to fall back a little.”
Los chuckled and folded his arms across his chest while he peered at me then looked around at his people to make sure they were still working. “A little, the fuck does that mean? You either still tapping that or you’re not.”
“That’s what the fuck I thought, but you know she asked me to take her. I agreed to go with Sophie on Friday.”
“And you told her you’re going with Sophie, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So what’s the problem? Orin don’t have no claim to you, right? Y’all were just fucking. I mean it’s been a minute, but I didn’t think y’all got down like that.”
“Hell, I didn’t either, but apparently, she did. She was all in her feelings with that ‘why her not me?’ She’ll be there and I really don’t need that type of situation.”
“Ain’t this some shit? My boy, worried about a woman’s feelings.”
“Fuck you mean by that? I’m not an asshole, Los.”
“Nah, you’re not, but you also ain’t the type to be worried about how a woman feels about the moves you make.”
“Man, Orin will be alright. Long as she don’t start no shit, we’re good. It ain’t that deep.”
“I ain’t talking about Orin, Troop.”
I smiled and lifted my cap from my head before I repositioned it and pulled it low again. “Ay, chill with all that. It ain’t that deep with Sophie either.”
“That’s what you say, but I know you. Two point five, just remember I said that shit, and make sure my tux is fly as hell.”
“Fuck you, Los. That ain’t me.”
He laughed and nodded. “What’s up with her girl, though? She like Sophie or what?”
