“I swear the first few nights, we was good. Even with the weed, and the liquor in my system, I was strapping up. Man, that last night, I was feeling dangerous. Pussy was feeling too good, so I went in without the condom. I know you and pops be in my ear, telling me not to fuck these women without a rubber, but in the heat of the moment, it was feeling too good, so I went in without it. I pulled out. I swear I did. In the event that I didn’t, just to be extra cautious, as soon as we landed, I took her to get a plan b. I’ll break down and cry like a little bitch if I get a girl pregnant right now. I ain’t got no traits about me that’ll make me a good father,” he said, and I shook my head at that.
If I ever had a child, which I’m sure I wasn’t, I knew that my kid would come after Diego. He was too wild, and reckless of a nigga, so it was only a matter of time before he knocked someone up.
“I’m just glad you know that you’re the last person that needs to be having a baby right now. You got it here? I’m about to slide back to the warehouse,” I let him know, prepared to leave the stash house.
I only pulled up for a little bit because I knew that he was back in town, and that he would be back working tonight. I just wanted to look him in his eyes, make sure that he was good, hug him, talk with him for a little bit, and then get back to handling what I needed to handle.
“Yeah. I’m good. Before you go though, I meant to ask you, who is the chick that you running around with? I’m hearing you had her at the stash house, and shit. I leave for a few days, and you done fucked around, and got a girlfriend? What happened with Jazelle? I thought you was fuckin her fine ass,” Diego wanted to know.
“Who told you that?” I was just curious to know before I answered his question.
“I hit Mook up earlier, telling him that he didn’t have to cover the stash house because I would be back in town. Ya’ll niggas had a disagreement or something while I was away? He sounded angry as hell over the phone, talking about you. He ain’t really say too much, but he told me that you running around with a chick. Who is she? I know her?” Diego asked.
“Nah, and it ain’t even like that. She going to be working with us from now on, so I’ve just been giving her the ropes,” I said, and he nodded at that.
“What about Jazelle though? You still fuckin with her?” he brought that back up.
“I been on the move, so I haven’t had the time to pull up on her like I used to. The last time that I pulled up on her, she was questioning me about someone that she saw me talking to at her job. The shit wasn’t even like that though. She was on me heavy about it, fuckin up the vibe, so I just been chilling for now. As far as Mook goes, I usually can handle him. He’s been in my life for years, so I know how to tune him out, but lately, he’s been getting up under my fuckin skin. While he was running his mouth to you over the phone, did he tell you that I had to put my foot in his ass the other day? I hope that was just a little situation that me and him had that night that we don’t have to ever revisit because I would hate to go to war with my brother,” I shared, and when I expressed that, Diego shot me a look like he was shocked that I was even saying this.
“Damn. It’s that bad? You feel like it’s going to come to that?” he wanted to know.
“I don’t want it to come to this, but that’s what it’s looking like. Ain’t no way this nigga got in his feelings this bad because I brought Riot around. This shit gotta be deeper,” I went on, and after I said that, Diego gave me a questioning look, tilting his head, as if he was shocked behind my words.
“Riot? Riot that was running with Gold? When the fuck she crossed over here with us?” he asked.
“Long story man. I gotta get going. We’ll talk,” I said, putting my hand out, so that the two of us could slap it up with each other.
I told my brother to be safe, let him know that I loved him, and to hit me if he needed me.
From there, I left him in the stash house with the women, and I walked out. I locked the door from the outside, and I made my way over to the staircase, taking the stairs down until I was on the first level. Coming down these stairs had me thinking about Riot. The last time I took these stairs down, she was with me, getting the shit scared out of her by a dog, and jumping into my arms. I’ll probably never let her live that shit down.
She was at the warehouse right now. We had a lot of shit going on at the warehouse tonight, so with that, I felt like that would be a good area for Riot to be right now, especially since it was still the beginning, and she was still learning how we moved around here.
She was on duty tonight for a few things, and I’d already warned her earlier to kiss, and hug her bed goodbye because she probably wouldn’t be getting in that motha fucka until sometime early tomorrow morning. I had her working one of the busiest nights tonight. It was an inventory night, so we knew what we needed to re- up on. With a shipment on the way later in the week, inventory nights were important because I would find out whatever was low, what I needed to order more of, and shit like that. Not only that, but she was going to be involved in a couple of the trainings that were taking place tonight as well.
Being as though I lost seven men the other night, I already had a few young niggas come in to take their positions, and they were going to learn the ropes this week, so that they could be put out on the block by this weekend. It was fucked up whathappened to my young soldiers, but in this game, before the obituary could get printed out, I had to do what I had to do by making moves, and having their old positions filled. Now wasn’t the time for me to be short on men, especially when the goal was to make dem 9 boyz lives a whole nightmare.
I pulled up to the warehouse about fifteen minutes later, and it was jumping with cars parked in the lot. I quickly stepped out of the car, right before picking up my gun, placing it on my waist, and I grabbed my phone, and wallet.
I stuffed those things in my pockets, locked the doors, and I headed inside. I keyed in the code for me to get in, and once I was granted entry, I slapped hands with one of the security officers that I had working the door. I kept security all throughout this warehouse. They had strict instructions to blow anybody’s head off that stepped foot on my turf because the way I saw it, anyone that brought their asses down here, and we didn’t know about it, it was a threat.
My warehouse was ducked off in west bumble fuck, and it wasn’t an address that anyone would know unless they moved weight for me. The people that I had working under me knew to turn their phone location off anytime that they were en route to the warehouse because I didn’t need their family, and friends to know where they were, bringing possible problems down here, making my spot hot. It was the paranoia that you lived with when you were a dope boy. You had to consider all possible fuck ups that could happen along the way.
It just so happened that as I was walking to the back, where one of the inventory rooms were, Mook happened to be walking to the front. He was still sporting that black eye, and bruised lip. I’ve had plenty fights with this nigga over the years, and the one time where he really pissed me off, and I beat his ass, he wanted to walk around like a hoe, in his feelings, and not wanting to talk to me.
“Goofy ass nigga, you don’t gotta walk by me and don’t speak. That’s what hoes do,” I fucked with him.
I was hard all day, but I just wasn’t the type of man that wanted to be at odds with any of my brothers. I genuinely loved Mook, Kendrick, and Bray as if they were my blood brothers, so this lil shit that I had going on with Mook wasn’t some shit that made me feel good.
“Yeah aight,” he responded, coming over, and he stood right next to me.
I could tell that it was bothering him that we were at odds right now, just as much as it had been bothering me.
“What’s going on? How shit looking?” I put the personal shit behind me, so that we could focus on the business side of things.
“Shit cool. Everything moving. I had to check two of those young niggas that came in this evening. Motha fuckas were walking in this bitch star struck. They just had that look in their eyes like they were ready to get back home and tell everybody all the shit they saw here in the warehouse. I checked them about it, and I didn’t have any more problems out of them. I feel like you brought over a solid group of dudes. Still fucked up about the youngins we lost. Jax death is fuckin with me the hardest though. You know that was all our little brother. His mama and sisters ain’t taking that shit well though. I just don’t understand how them niggas were able to run up on our turf, and clear shit out like that, especially if Jax had enough time to call you, and tell you what was going on,” he said, and I nodded my head, agreeing with the things that he was saying.
“That’s the thing with this dope boy shit. Nothing about it is supposed to make sense. It’s cool though. Once we finish going through this inventory tonight, and we re-up on product by the end of the week, we going to set up shop right on those niggas playing field. I try to stray away from that kind of messy shit because I know the headache that comes with it, but them niggasgot me fucked up. Killing his men wasn’t enough for me. I need his corners, and because we still got positions to fill, I need some of his men too,” I went on to say, and he nodded as well, agreeing with what I was saying.
