“Chavez, the fuck he do?”
“He sent me some weak ass product like I wouldn’t know. I’m about to go handle that muthafucker.”
“Where you at? I’m rolling with you,” Trooper said in a way that wasn’t a question but a statement.
“Nah, I’m good. You ain’t with this life anymore,” I said with a smirk.
“Yo, don’t fucking play me, Los. I make legal money, but that life is my life until the day I die. It’s in my blood and you know it.”
I chuckled at how pissed he sounded. “Yeah, I know, but I got this. I’ll catch up with you when I’m done.”
“Chavez ain’t shit, but his ass is crazy. He’ll pop without thinking. I know you got it, but it don’t hurt to have support. Now where the fuck you at so I can meet you?”
“I’m picking up the product. Meet me here in twenty minutes.”
“Aight, bet. I’m on my way.”
He hung up and I laughed. Trooper just needed something to keep his mind off his own shit.
Chavez wasn’t a threat. Crazy or not, I’d shoot his ass before he could even process the thought of shooting me.
“Carlos, I’m surprised to see you. I figured you would be busy today. And Trooper, I thought you gave this up years ago. You reconsidering?” Chavez said with a smirk after Trooper and I entered his office with three duffel bags of his product in my hands, which I dropped on his desk.
“Nah, I’m good. I can’t fuck with muthafuckers like you anymore. My patience is short these days,” Trooper said, looking right at him.
Chavez chuckled and pushed back before he stood. My eyes stayed on his hands to make sure they remained empty.
“You brought presents?” he asked before he glanced at the bags then me.
“If you want to call it that. More like returning some bullshit ass product though.”
“Product? Now you know how I operate, Carlos. All sales are final.”
“Not if the shit you sold me ain’t what I paid for.” I pulled my gun and aimed it at him.
Trooper did the same and Chavez held his hands up.
“I don’t know what you mean, but is that necessary?”
“Very,” I said, not breaking eye contact. If this muthafucker breathed wrong, I was gonna shoot his ass.
“My friend, I would never cheat you. That’s bad for business. Please explain.”
“Look at that shit, then explain.”
Chavez nodded and I watched as he unzipped one bag and examined the product inside. He frowned and looked at me before he examined the product again.
“This isn’t my product. I would have never sent this to you.”
“This is your shit, or at least what was delivered. I don’t know what you have going on, but you need to give me my money. Right now!”
Chavez nodded and looked around his office.
“Let me make a call.”
“Nah, handle that on your own time. All I want right now is my four hundred and fifty thousand.”
“Four fifty. You only paid four.”
