“Oh my God. Yes, I miss my bestie, and I’m ready to party.”
“It’s gon be lit, so let’s go rest up before our flight.”
We biked back to the rental spot, then I drove us back to the hotel. After we showered, Yummi cut up some fruit and made me a turkey sandwich for a late lunch, but she was itching to hit the jacuzzi tub again. I took that time to go shopping for a few things I needed for the night. I had some shit planned for her.
After spending the day with Yummi, getting her out of her comfort zone and enjoying Vegas, I knew exactly where I stood with her. I knew exactly where I wanted to take things.
$$$$$
We were at the Velvet South, my turf, and our VIP section was like a movie with the ocean view backdrop. I purposely invited all my crew out for the night to show Hurricane who held the real power in Southwave. I knew it would get back to him, especially my next move. He wasn’t coming up here either. He knew better. After I announced he was my enemy, everybody was on my side, and his team would slowly be demolished.
Niggas were smoking big blunts and throwing money all over the section while the top-notch Sable Cove women entertained my crew. However, I had the finest woman in the city, and she was grinding her ass on me while she sipped her tropical drink. She was wearing a sexy ass red, sequined mini dress that cost somebody’s rent, and her beautiful suntan had her skin glowing. Notes of coconut and vanilla reeked from her hair and skin, giving off a beach aroma. I blew smoke into the air with my dark shades covering my eyes while I went in the zone.
“Mula, the cake is ‘bout to come out. You ready for it, right?” the hostess asked above a whisper to me.
“Yeah, I’m ready for it. Bring it out,” I assured her.
“What cake?” Yummi turned and asked after hearing the host.
I smirked at her. “You’ll see.”
“Alright, partygoers, we got a lot of love birds in Southwave on this hot summer night, but I turned down the music for one in particular, my nigga, Mula! The floor is yours!” the DJ shouted over the mic.
I looked at Yummi, and she had a nervous look on her face as she watched the hostess and a bottle girl roll in a huge chocolate cake with red sparklers shining on the corks of champagne.
I walked Yummi closer to the white couches where they wheeled the cake. When she saw the red wording on the cake, she covered her mouth, surprised. I helped her sit on the couch, and I got on one knee in front of her.
“I know we surrounded by a bunch of people that fuck with us, but when they leave, we all we got now. Not only did I take you away from some bullshit, and make you my girl, but I made you my right hand. Now, I wanna make you my wife. We just got together, but our hearts beat the same… that shit means a lot to me, so I gotta do this. Yumila, will you marry me?”
I pulled a big 24K gold and diamond ring out of my top pocket. I took one of her rings when I left to go shopping while she was in the tub. I was pressed for time, but I was able to cash out on the biggest diamond they had, and by the way her eyes lit up, I knew she loved it.
“Yes, Lameek, I’ll marry you.” She smiled as I slid the ring on her finger. I had stopped wearing Hurricane’s ring a long time ago, so my finger was available to him.
“She told my nigga YES, y'all! Congrats!” the DJ announced, and our section went wild. Everyone congratulated us and gave monetary gifts, but I gave it all to Yummi.
“I’m so happy, Lameek. I never saw any of this coming. I love you and thank you for everything.” She kissed me.
“I love you too, baby. Let’s finish enjoying the night, so we can go to my crib and have our celebration.”
We danced and got faded until three in the morning, and then we went back to my house. I blew Yummi’s back out until she fell asleep when the sun started rising. I wasn’t tired, and I was curious about what Hurricane had written in his letter. He was probably apologizing, but when I took the bags to the balcony and found the letter, I instantly felt myself getting out of my body.
My nigga, Mula Wave.
I got you all your bread back, not because I was scared, but because I respect you. You always been a realnigga to me. I’ve done so much fucked-up shit that if I had told you when it all happened, I wouldn’t be living to write this letter.
The empire we started with Coast wasn’t built on loyalty. It was created by money, egos, and bitches. Everything was about who could get the most money and best bitches, and it caused a beef between me and Coast that nobody knew about. I got three loans from him, and I owed him twice as much as I owed you. The way he approached me about it was enough for me to bring him down to size.
Coast was going to expose my hand, so I got to him before he got to me. I wasn’t the shooter; we killed him in the house fire, but the million I got from you was to pay the little nigga for the hit. I didn’t want to kill my nigga, but I knew what was promised to me if I did, and that was the empire. I was hungry for Coast’s spot, so I got to his will and had one of my bitches manipulate the voice before it was presented to us the day before his funeral. The business was supposed to go to you and Yumila. I put the real USB drive in the bag of money.
I’m sorry I caused so much hurt to my team and my family when I could’ve stood on everything like a man. I deserve whatever happens to me after you read this letter.Tell my ex I’m sorry for everything. The forced abortions, the humiliation, the abuse, and the lies. I hurt her in the worst way, and I didn’t have to. I only did it to spite her brother, and her looking just like him didn’t make shit better for my envy. I hope she finds love in you because you a good nigga. I ain’t hiding either, nigga... It’s your call since we opps.
Hurricane…
I blew smoke through my nose as my mind raced. I made a couple of calls, but the shit Hurricane confessed was more personal than, so I had to take him out myself. He killed my brother and had me working for him for two years, knowing he was a snake. His reasoning for killing our right-hand man wasn’t justifiable, so I wasn’t going to play tit for tat with him until one of us died.
I had to off him at first sight.
I reached into the bag and found the USB. I went inside and put in my living room television. The video started playing, and seeing Coast almost broke a nigga down. I remembered the day he went into a room to record with his lawyer. He always said he would never have to use it. He was untouchable and planned to live to one hundred.
