Page 34 of Finessed By A Hood White Boy

“Aye, I told y’all I had prior engagements to tend to. I had a great night.” I rubbed my hands together with a smirk. “Then I got home and Carla's crazy ass was laid up in my bed, butt ass naked.”

“Nigga, you got us waiting around for your ass while you knee deep in some pussy?” Ace smacked his lips. “I knew you weren’t cutting her nutty ass off. I bet ten G’s that bitch put some kinda roots on your ass too,” he added.

“Yeah, I wish the fuck she would do some crazy shit like that. Her ass will be floating down a river. But check this.” I had to change the subject. “I have some properties I’m looking into for investments, and working on a plan for us to clean all our money a little faster. So, y’all continue to hold shit down on this side of business. The dice is about to be rolling soon, so y’all need to be ready to level up. If everything is done correctly, the transition should be smooth as butta.”

“No doubt,” Duke slapped hands with me.

“Let’s get this shit poppin’ then.” Ace followed right behind.

“So, what about the meeting with Donnel?” Duke asked.

“Shit, I forgot about that.” I rubbed my face.

“Awe hell nah, since when did you start forgettin’ shit?” Ace looked at me sideways.

“Since he started sniffin’ around some new pussy.” Duke chuckled.

“New pussy? What this nigga talkin about?” Ace raised his eyebrow.

“He ain’t talkin about shit.” I shook my head.

“The hell I am. That girl you've been workin’ with is starting to throw you off your game. I bet that’s why your ass was late tonight.”

“Nigga, you just became chief executive. You couldn’t wait ninety days before you started fuckin’ your staff?” Ace laughed.

“Man, fuck yall.” I chuckled. “Don’t worry about me fuckin my staff and don’t worry about Donnel. I’ll meet up with him and make sure we’re still on the same page. Listen, shit needs to keep moving steady. The boys need to stay in place and keep pushing this weight. The money doesn’t need to stop flowing. Keep that shit rollin’ in as usual.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Duke dapped me up.

My day has been hectic. From the boring ass meetings at the bank, a meeting with my real estate agent, plus Zoie’s dance competition. I had been running around all damn day, and still had one more meeting to go. It was pushing eleven o’clock at night when I pulled up to the shipping yard to meet Donnel. For the past six years, that was the spot we’d link at in private. Nobody came down there unless they had business. Donnel and his crew were already parked and standing outside of their blacked out Escalade’s. As I hopped off my bike, I watched one of his guys come toward me as I removed my helmet. It didn’t matter how long and how well we knew each other, Donnel always made sure I was patted down for precaution.

“EJ.” He clasped his hands together.

“Donnel, what’s up.”

We shook hands and respectfully embraced each other. Donnel was in his mid fifties, dark skinned dude, with salt and pepper hair lined and trimmed to perfection. The way he dressed and carried himself, he could easily be mistaken for a high profile politician; rather than a man overseeing one of the largest narcotics pipelines on the East Coast.

“So, what’s going on?” He stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

“I have a problem.”

“With me?” He lifted an eyebrow.

“Nah, it’s more like I have a problem with your communication.”

He stood quietly, staring at me for several seconds.

“I’ve had three shipments this month where your crew changed routes without notifying my people.”

He frowned before swiping the tip of his nose with his thumb.

“They still got delivered.”

“Yea, but that’s not the point. I had my crew sittin’ at the original locations for hours. That’s not how we do business.”

He continued to stay silent, but I needed him to speak. I said what I had to say.

“One of my younger coordinators made a few last minute executive decisions. I’ve already handled him. You’ll have no more issues moving forward. That’s my word.” He patted his chest.