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“Good. I can’t have anything happen to her. She is the only one with the recipe to Royal Flush,” Pops said.
“While I got you here. Kyenna had two inspectors pop up on her at Flush.”
“And?”
“She handled it. By the time she was done, they were apologizing to her. Said something about proper paperwork. She had the permits ready and the deed with her name on it.”
“I love her,” my pops said. “That’s why I don’t want anyone gettin’ in her way. She can do this shit in her sleep.”
I was listening to him brag on Kyenna, but my attention was on my phone and the text that had just come through.
Dispatch: Truck twenty-two went off grid on Old Swamp Road.
“Put a pin in this conversation. I need to go and handle something real quick,” I told my Pops.
“Everything good?”
“Nothin’ I can’t handle,” I said, sending a text while walking out.
When I got in my truck, I dialed a number and pulled off. I wasn’t far from the location. I made sure to vet my drivers, but every now and then one would slide through.
“What you need, Shameek?”
“I need the drone in the air. I’ll send you the coordinates. I’m not far from there, but I need the drone to know what the fuck I’m goin’ into.”
“Send the coordinates.”
I got to the first light and sent the location. We had one drop-off in that area that we used. For the truck location and the trackers to just go off on the truck wasn’t something that just happens. You had to physically do it. I had trackers placed on at least two pallets on every truck. We moved too much weight for a pussy nigga to ever think they got one up on me. By the time I got to the location, the truck was nowhere in sight for at least the three miles I rode. My phone dinged, letting me know the pallet had been activated. I then sent the updated coordinates to my tech guy. It was too much shit going on, and for someone to steal from me wasn’t something I was in the mood for. I thought I had made myself clear during their orientation of the repercussions of fucking with me. My tech guy called a few minutes later after I had pulled over and waited for my next move.
“They’re about five miles away. Looks like they are unloading truck twenty-two and loading another box truck.”
“Stay up high. I don’t want to alarm them. Let me know when the unmarked box truck pulls off and what direction they goin’ in.”
While we were talking, Nikki called, and I ignored her call. She called again. I clicked over.
“Nikki, I got some shit goin’ on right now, and I can’t be on the phone wit’ you. This shit needs my full attention.”
“Will I see you tonight? You owe me.”
“Can I call you back? Baby, please, I need to get off the phone.”
She hung up in my face.
“Fuck, man. I’m back,” I said when I clicked back over.
“They are moving north away from you. Truck twenty-two is moving back towards your way. You have a turn coming up in about two miles to the right. If you take that and continue that road for another two miles and hit that curve to the left, you should meet right up with the unmarked truck and miss truck twenty-two.”
“Bet.”
I followed his directions as he stayed on the phone tracking the box truck with my shit on it. I would handle my driver later because I couldn’t wait to hear the lie the muthafucka came up with. Right now, I needed my product back.
“I see you. The truck is about a mile up the road.”
It felt like it took me forever to get to that truck. A part of me wanted to know where my shit was going, but I didn’t have the time to be going in unchartered territory. We were outside of the city at this point, and I didn’t know who or what I was up against.
“Aight, fly in closer and take the back tires out.”
I paid his nerdy ass a lot of money to sit at home and utilize his fucking devices he would never use legally. I fell back in a few yards because when he blew them bitches out, I knew the truck was going to lose control. He took the back tires out, and the driver swerved trying to get control of the truck, but it was too heavy, and he ended up almost flipping into the ditch.
