As the limo pulled into the port, driving around before coming to a slow halt, I noticed two all-white H2 Hummers. Each flanked the sides of the sky-blue Lamborghini with the white leather interior.
Me and cuz stepped out of the limo. Simultaneously the doors to the H2s opened as four Latinos from each Hummer exited. They were all strapped with fully automatic weapons. They stood close by the Lamborghini where Turnpike Tito remained before leaning over to this sexy-ass Puerto Rican mami with silky black hair and blonde highlights. Her light brown skin was glowing. She had a smile and lips that made you want her to suck you off.
This nigga, Turnpike Tito, is the real deal. He stepped out with his swagga turned on, shining with white linen pants and a sky blue short-sleeved silk shirt unbuttoned at the top, exposing the diamond necklace he was wearing with the Virgin Mary encrusted in diamonds. The eyes on the Virgin Mary ware blue diamonds. His watch was just as flawless, flowing with the pinky ring and bracelet.
Turnpike Tito stood six foot one with a slim build. He was a Puerto Rican with a Miami tan. His dark hair was combed back, and he looked the part of a true Miami kingpin.
His face was clean, and his eyebrows lined up with a razor that added to his Latino flare of perfection. He spoke with a Spanish Miami accent. He was real smooth yet displayed his position of power.
“Que paso, amigo? My apologies for having you wait so long. But as you know, I have to make sure everyone is who they say they are.”
As he said that, two of his men came over to me and my cuz to search us for weapons. I didn’t trip. It only allowed me to know he was even more official than I originally thought. King Jose was boss, but this nigga seemed to be in an even better position just by the way he was carrying himself.
“Now that these muthafuckas is done searching us, you want to talk business?” I said, still remaining true to myself and gangsta.
Turnpike Tito smirked before speaking. “Espera un minute, amigo. Business is coming. Tommy Guns, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Tu familia tells me good things about up north.”
“We surviving and making it happen. Right now, I’m trying to see if you can make it better.”
“Hermano, we need to give you a little help, so you can be comfortable in your position instead of just surviving.”
“What’s the numbers on the menu?”
He glanced over at my cousin and then back to me.
“You buy fifty or more, 13.5, and I’m not talking cheap shit. You can cut this shit three times and still have grade-A cocaina.”
Damn, that’s a good number right there. But why settle for the first thing he threw out there to me. Plus, it’s only business-like to negotiate.
“Twelve five is the going rate here in Miami. So, you telling me I come all the way from PA to be charged an extra $1,000?”
I didn’t know what the going rate was. I figured I’d shoot that out there. If he bit, then it was on him.
This Turnpike Tito nigga was serious. I saw it in his eyes as he stared me down. I didn’t budge. I was just as serious as this nigga was. The only difference, he had his team with guns. I had my cuz, even though he would ride out no matter what if this Turnpike Tito nigga was feeling disrespected by my counteroffer.
“You know, hermano, normally I would think you were trying to be greedy, but you came to do business. I respect that, because I see if things go well today, we’ll have a promising future of business.” He paused then said, “Okay, 13 even. You’re smart enough to know I won’t budge any lower.”
I extended my hand to shake on the deal.
“Thirteen it is, amigo.”
“I can have that ready before you leave town.”
“We outta here in the morning,” Big Ivan said.
“No problem, amigo. Also, if you buy fifty, I’ll front you fifty. Like I said, I see good business in you; besides, I have your information. It is a part of me securing my best interests, which is my business and myself.”
Like I said, this nigga, Turnpike Tito, was the real shit. He was on some smooth Scarface-type shit.
I already had 600 stacks on vacuum seal up north. I just needed to hit Ace up and put him on to this next day air shit.
I made the call to little cuz, and he picked up on the second ring.
“G’s up.”
“G’s up! What’s good, cuz?”
“Making it happen on my end,” Ace said.
“I need you to next-day air six vacs down to my hotel suite.”
“I got you, cuz.”
“Did that nigga from York get at you?”
“Nah, he moving slow.”
“I’ma get at him later. Make sure you secure that soon as we hang up and stay on point.”
“Always, cuz,” he said before hanging up.
I focused back on Tito talking about this money, so he would feel comfortable doing this deal. I wanted to show him how I move.
“Yo, I’ll have that paper in the a.m.”
“My friend, I will see you mañana. Until then, enjoy my city,” he said while turning and getting back into his super-fast Lamborghini, revving the engine before racing off with the Hummers following behind him.
CHAPTER 6
BACK AT THE MIAMI Hilton, me and my cuz were putting that shit on for the night ahead. On the way back from the ports, Turnpike Tito hit up Big Ivan and invited us to Skyblue, a well-known Miami spot, and also a club he owned.
After, I did a little checkup on Turnpike Tito, along with what I already knew after meeting him face-to-face. He was the real thing. He was also backed by a more powerful force, his big brother, Tony. They call him El Fantasma, or The Ghost, because he’s always in the background or never seen. But his power and connections to the most powerful people in the world made him even more of a figure to be respected. I’m glad my cuz stumbled across this nigga because I see a promising future with him.
Once I was official in stunt mode, I was ready to make another business call to make sure my shit up north was still going right. Plus, I needed to check on this nigga D.C.
As the phone was ringing, I stood looking out of the floor-to-ceiling window at the Miami powder-blue skyline that was beginning to fade into the night. Yeah, this was the American dream at its best. I got fifty plus fifty of the finest blocks of raw. Money was never gonna be funny fucking with King Jose and this nigga Turnpike Tito. I’d lay a nigga out to protect this position and feeling of power I felt right now. Just as this thought was running through my mind, D.C. picked up.
“Tommy Guns, what’s up, my nigga?”
“That paper. Everything official on ya end?”
“Ready when you ready.”
“I’m a send my fam to get at you, so be on point.”
“You already know,” DC replied as he hung up ready to get this paper. I hit up Ace, and he picked up on the second ring.
“G’s up. What’s good, cuz?”
“G’s up, you little nigga. I need you to get at that nigga D.C. for me.”
I paused after hearing this bitch in the background moaning, so I knew right then Ace wasn’t focused on what I was talking about.
“Ace, what the fuck you doing, nigga? I’m talking about this paper while you fucking around!”
“This Spanish mami was all over me before you hit my phone. She was heated, so I was finger popping her to going until I got off the phone with you.”
My little cuz was definitely wild. He loved them bitches, and they definitely loved him and all the excitement he was bringing into their lives.
“Focus, cuz. Get at D.C. and handle that. He’ll be waiting on you to get at him right now, alright?”
“I’ma put this pussy on pause so I can take care of this BI for you, cuz,” he responded.
He must have stopped because mami was in the background calling him papi and begging for him to keep doing what he was doing. He did the right thing; business was first. She would wait; and if she didn’t, there was more just like her
and better.
“Now you focused. That’s what the fuck I’m talking about, cuz. Now get at that 717 data and handle that BI.”
“I see you when you get back, cuz.”
After the call, me and Big Ivan poured a drink from the minibar in the suite. A drink well deserved after having a successful business day and meeting another real nigga, Turnpike Tito.
We knocked the drinks back ready to pour another, when we heard a knock come across the suite’s door.
Big Ivan gave me a look that was like, “What the fuck?” I was thinking the same thing.
“You order anything, cuz?” Big Ivan asked me.
“Nah, nigga, you see I was on the jack,” I said as I was on my way to the door, not knowing what to expect. “Let’s see who it is.”
When I came to the door looking through the peephole, I started laughing after realizing how paranoid this drug game can make a nigga. If me and Big Ivan were strapped, we probably would have had our guns cocked and ready.
“What the fuck is so funny, nigga?” Big Ivan asked with a confused and paranoid look on his face.
“I’m laughing because it’s two bad-looking bitches on the other side of this door. One of them is that bitch that was in Turnpike Tito’s whip earlier.”
I opened the door already knowing what they were there for. This nigga Turnpike sent them over showing his Miami boss hospitality.
“What’s up, papi?” the Spanish mami said with a glowing smile that matched her radiant skin. She was also the one that was in the whip with Turnpike Tito.
“I’m Chica, and this is Ariana.”
Ariana was also a bad bitch, standing five foot ten with a pair of Jimmy Choo heels on. The white dress was short, hugging every curve on her body, especially the 36Cs that were perky. They were probably fake but real to the touch. Nipples pressing up against the dress added to her appeal, giving a show for those looking. Her lips were glossy, which added to her natural yet exotic Russian look. She had glowing blue eyes, and her Miami tan flowed with her platinum blonde hair. Both of these bitches were iced out, thanks to Turnpike Tito.
“Come on in. I’m Tommy Guns, and this is my cousin, Big Ivan.”
“Big Ivan, yes?” Ariana said caressing my cousin’s arms then his stomach. “You a boss like Rick Ross?” she added, making her statement funny with her sexy, soft Russian accent.
Cuz gave a smooth laugh while rubbing his own belly.
“Yeah, I’m a boss. You already know. Turnpike Tito don’t fuck with niggas that ain’t on the same shit as he is.”
Both of these bitches smiled knowing that cuz was right.
“Papi, we have a Mercedes Benz limo awaiting us downstairs.”
“Chica, what’s the rush? Take this drink with me and my cuz,” I said, wanting to pour that second drink me and cuz was going to have.
“One drink, papi. Just so you know, jefe don’t like when shit don’t go his way,” Chica said, referring to Tito as the boss.
Me and cuz were drinking shots of Patron Platinum before they came, so I figured we’d continue with the same bottle and pour these fine-ass bitches a shot.
I filled the glasses before we all raised to toast.
“To a good night!” Chica said, with a salacious look in her eyes.
I didn’t know what to think. Was she was Turnpike Tito’s main bitch, or did she do whatever he sent her to do? We downed the shots ready to start the night, but Ariana wanted another shot.
“One more and that’s it.”
She was looking at me and then my cuz. At first I was going to deny her just in case these hoes was trying to test a nigga. Then I caught another look from Chica as if she wanted to bypass the shots and suck me off or something.
“This is the last until we either get into the limo or to the club,” Big Ivan said, thinking the same as I was, wanting to be on point and not too sloppy in front of this nigga Turnpike Tito.
The second shot was actually me and Big Ivan’s third, but the second for these bitches. I was good. I could drink half of this bottle and still be focused enough to lay a nigga down, or these bitches if they started acting stupid.
As we started for the door, Chica placed a light caress on my arm accompanied by another look. Then her grip closed on my arm as she pulled me closer. I didn’t even think about resisting her soft-looking lips. My hand made its way to her soft hips before wrapping around to her plush ass. I squeezed it, which set off a light moan, but that was the extent of this because she pulled back and looked into my eyes.
“Now, now, papi, we don’t want to ruin how the night could end.”
She was good at being a tease. It made me want this bitch even more. When I turned back around, Ariana was gripping Big Ivan’s dick through his pants, wanting to fuck as his fingers caressed her clit.
“Yo, cuz, let’s go. That’s gonna be there all night,” I said, ready to meet up with Tito at the club.
The all-white S600 Mercedes Benz limo awaited us.
It didn’t take long before we made it over to the club. The lines were long. Women were on one side and men on the other; plus, the VIP line. I wasn’t about to wait in any of the lines since we were on some boss shit, and we were invited by the boss.
I knew Tito was there, as I saw his Lambo out front parked alone on the curb.
Chica and Ariana were at our side as we approached the front door where the security stood. At first as trained to do, the security was about to pat me and my cuz down, until a voice of power came from behind.
“Don’t you put your fucking hands on them! You see they’re with my girls. I sent for them,” Turnpike Tito said, coming to the door wanting to check the lines and see how business was going.
He could have done it from his office, but he was a hands-on business nigger.
“Tommy and Big Ivan, come on in and let’s have some fun tonight.”
We followed behind him as Chica and Ariana left our side to join his side. I was trippin’ on that shit for real.
“I hope you two are ready to celebrate and eat, because I have it all here tonight. I even had mi mama in the kitchen cooking a special meal for just us. So, mi amigos, enjoy,” Tito said as we entered the VIP suite secured above the dance floor, which allowed us to get a glimpse of everyone downstairs while enjoying the affluent lifestyle of a boss.
Puerto Rican soul food was the spread, along with drinks, bottles of champagne, liquor, and women from all nationalities. Everything and everyone was there to entertain us.
I bit into the fried pork chops with a little hot sauce. This shit was good.
“Tell your ma she did a good job, Tito. These chops is definitely official.” Big Ivan was also fucking that shit up. When it came to food, women, and getting this money, that nigga would make sure he ate first.
The exotic bitches in the suite were nibbling on food trying to be cute, plus they didn’t want to ruin the sexy-ass clothing they were wearing. They were trying to look their best in that they wanted to be kept and chosen.
Turnpike Tito’s VIP waitress came over with a bottle of champagne and glasses for me, Big Ivan, and Turnpike. She popped the bottle and filled our glasses before we turned to the balcony of the suite overlooking the dance floor. It was a packed house, full of beautiful bitches from all over. Tito made sure for every nigga in the club there was at least four or five sexy-ass chicks, most of them looking for boss niggas, while the others were independent lady bosses enjoying the Miami nightlife.
“Tommy, Ivan, mi hermanos. I’m glad we were able to do business. I look forward to more of your business, good business,” he added, turning his face away from the dance floor and making eye contact with me and my cuz. “I live for this shit. Which means I’ll die for this shit. You fuck me over, and I’ll hunt you down and kill you, your family, or anyone who is in my way of getting my money or cocaina.”
He wasn’t loud. His delivery was simply laid out on the table as any real nigga in his position. Normally I would be offended, but I alw
ays brought the same to the table when it came to my money and cocaine.
“Bad business to me is like being a faggot or a rat; and being a real nigga, I don’t want to be associated with either of the two. So, trust that, with me, you’ll always have good business. More important, you’ll always have your money.”
I responded by making full eye contact and showing this boss nigga that I was just as much a thug and a boss as he was. He knew, just like I knew, that he was the real thing.
A smirk came across his face as he spoke.
“Toast to good business, the good life, and a good night.”
We raised our glasses as Young Jeezy blasted throughout the club, which set the get-money mood even more.
The night was going good, with drinks, food, women, laughter, and more talk of future business.
Before we knew it, it was 2:00 a.m. Although the club was closing, there was no rush for our exit since we were with the boss of Miami as well as the boss of Skyblue.
“Tommy and Big Ivan, you like my girls here?” Tito asked, referring to Chica and Ariana.
They were at his side looking sexy as if they were in a rap video. The only difference between the life we were living and the music videos was that we didn’t get a second chance for any mistakes, whether it be the cops chasing us, FBI, the niggas trying to shoot at us, real bullets, and the product, tons. It was all real, and enough to send a nigga away forever.
“They definitely sexy just as the other bitches up in here.”
He came with a more direct answer when speaking to Chica this time. “You want to show mi amigo a good time?”
She gave me that look again before kissing him on the cheek.
“Yeah, papi, I’ll have fun with him,” Chica responded.
“What about you, Ariana?” Tito questioned.
She lit up with a smile loving my cuz’s PA swagga.
“He’s like a teddy bear, why not?”
Ariana kissed Tito, and then both of them stood and made their way over to me and my cuz.
“I’ll see you two a little later this morning, so enjoy the hospitality,” he said while standing up ready to roll out.
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