by Ace Gucciano
“Yoooo, who dis!?”
“This Miranda.”
“Oh shit! What da’ hell yo’ fine ass got goin’ on, I ain’t expect to hear from you at all, but…tell me somethin good!”
“Uh, I really don’t know da’ lingo dat you and Dex use whenever y’all talk business but listen, I gotta few of dem white squares wit da’ stamps in da’ middle and was wonderin’ if you or anybody up that way may need some…You pick up on what I’m askin’?”
“Yeah I know what you sayin’, but how many you got and wat’s da’ ticket on em!?”
“Da ticket forty a piece. I got five.”
“Aw shit! I thought you was gone make my day and tell me you got ten or twenty of em…But on da’ real I just got a package in da’ other day from my Houston niggaz and dat shit was da’ truth, if da’ shit you got on dat same level I’ll give you forty a piece fo’ em. Shit I gave dem niggaz forty-two fo’ each one of theirs.”
“Well in dat case I’m boutta call Summer and see if and when she’ll be able to bring em’ up to you.”
“A’ight dat’s a bet. But wait!” What if I don’t like em’ when she get up here then what.”
“Then we’ll cross dat bridge when we get to it, but you’ve never had a problem wit us in da’ past so…”
“Yo, you right. Say no mo’.”
“A’ight I’ll call you back in a few once I get in touch wit her and let you know when she’ll be coming.”
“Dat’s a bet.” He responded and they both hung up, then she looked at Trouble telling him. “He said he’ll get em’, his only concern was is it gonna be as strong and good as da’ stuff he getting from his Houston connect.” Trouble nodded his head, but just as he was about to respond the door bell rung. She immediately got up and walked over to the door wondering who could it be. But after a quick glance out the peephole, she opened the door and in came Summer saying.
“Girl I got half way home and realized I didn’t have my phone.”
As she began searching the area that she had fell asleep the night before, Miranda shut the door.
“I’m glad you came back by cause I just got off da’ phone wit Solo, he says he wanna cop som of da’ stuff Trouble has so I was gonna ask you if you—”
“You wanted to know if I’ll be able to take it up there for em’,” Summer interrupted as she paused for a moment taking a quick stare at both Trouble and Miranda. “Uh—yeah, I’ll do it fo’ em. When he need me to bring em’ up?”
“As soon as possible!” said Miranda.
“Okay cool! Well let me go home right quick and pack me some clothes and I’ll be ready to hit da’ highway.” Summer replied and left the house.
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“Aye! Smoke!”
“What up Dre?” Smoke responded as they sat on the living room sofa at Smoke’s crib watching the movie Blow.
“Man I was sitting here thinkin’ damn, we been fucked up fo’ a while…Since we been out really and we finally gettin’ our head above da’ water, so what you say, wanna hit Rock-A-Fella tonight and sip on a lil’ some, shoot a lil’ pool and get some dances to celebrate da’ fact we ain’t gotta struggle no mo’?”
Smoke thought for a moment, then said, “Yeah, we can do dat. Shit I wanna shoot a lil’ pool and network these bricks, and ain’t no better place to do it than da’ strip club. Straight up!”
“Well let’s get it then!” Dre responded and they left the crib headed to Rock-A-Fella.
Twenty minutes later when they made it to Rock-A-Fella they went inside bobbin their heads as they heard Future’s song Itchin.
My fingers, they itchin they itchin for dat paper
I'm riding round the city and I got that calculator
Ima mothafukin monsta wen it come to getting that paper
At first they stood at the front door and observed the strippers a moment before making their way to the bar as Dre called to the bartender.
“Aye! Gimme two Corona’s wit lime.”
“Okay, two Corona’s wit lime. Anythang else?” asked the bartender.
“Naw dat’s it.” Dre responded.
She popped the tops of the Corona’s slid in the lime and handed them to them. They remained at the bar drinking their Corona’s, listening to the music, and watching as guys threw money at the females who were dancing for them like it nothing to them.
“Yo bruh, when we get our head above da’ water and start seeing big paper, I ain’t blowing my shit in strip club on a bunch of bitches dat don’t give a fuck bout you like these niggaz doing,” said Smoke.
“Shit I feel you bruh. It took us too long to get to dis point, straight up! So I ain’t blowing shit, I’m stacking erry’ penny.”
“Dat’s what’s up! Glad we on da’ same page…So, what’s up, wanna shoot some pool or you scared let’s go!”
They headed over to the pool table area where all of the tables were already occupied. So they stood and watched as two guys who appeared to be friends challenged one another. But however minutes later when they finished their game they both noticed the way Smoke and Dre were paying close attention to them. Therefore one of the two approached Smoke and Dre with a smirk on his face saying, “Yo, what’s good? I see y’all boys watching us play, one of y’all must want next?”
Smoke and Dre looked at one another, then Dre responded.
“Yeah I want next!”
“Well shit rack em’ up and let’s go. How much we playin’ fo’?” the guy inquired.
“Dude you really don’t wanna play fo’ money, but I’ll gladly get on ya’ ass fo’ free just to show you I do dis shit,” Dre replied as he fired up a Newport. Dude thought for a second, then said. “I’ll tell you want. You and ya’ partna tryin’ to shoot against each other right?”
“Yeah!”
“Well okay then, me and you can play a quick game, if we win y’all gotta wait till we done playin’ or wait on another table to come open. If y’all win da’ table y’alls and we getting’ on da’ road and takin’ our ass back to Birmingham…Bet?”
“Shit, let’s go!” Dre replied, as he began to gather all the balls and place them in the rack.
“By the way, they call me Fat Sam, who you be?” the guy said as he held out his hand to give Dre some dap.
Fat Sam was a five foot four, light skinned overweight cat wearing a pair of Blue Robin jeans, a pair of brown and black checkerboard Louis Vuitton shoes and collared shirt, with a black pair of black Ray Bans, and a brown Yankee’s snapback.
Dre gave him some dap, saying, “Dey call me Dre, and dis my brother Smoke.”
“What’s up Smoke?” said Fat Sam as he and Smoke shook hands.
“What’s up.” Smoke responded.
“And dis my brother Mitch.” Said Fat Sam as Mitch nodded his head at Smoke and Dre as he shook both of their hands.
Mitch was dark skinned, standing six foot one, wearing a pair of black denim Versace pants, black Versace belt with the gold medusa head buckle, black Versace tee with the gold medusa head in the middle, two gold rope chains, on his face was a black slightly tinted pair of Versace frames the limited edition Notorious B. I. G. edition. His hair was spinning from the 360 waves he had locked in.
Dre took the rack off the balls and Fat Sam went first as he asked, “Where y’all boys from, y’all look like y’all ain’t from round here?”
“We not, we from Alabama… Birmingham to be exact.” Said Fat Sam as he hit the three ball in the right corner pocket.
“Shit, dat’s wats up. But what made y’all come to this ratchet ass strip club, y’all niggas look like y’all ‘pose to be at Onyx or Diamonds of Atlanta.” Dre stated before making an attempt to hit the seven ball in the left pocket but missed.
“Shit my nigga, we hit da’ city damn near three times a week to fuck wit our dude, but he got pulled over on his way to get up wit us so we decided to check dis lil’ spot out befo’ we get back on da’ road in da’ morning.”
“Damn, dat’s fucke
d up! But check dis, if y’all boys tryna get straight we got whateva y’all need.” Dre stepped back and whispered to Fat Sam. “How much weight can y’all get us by in da’ morning?”
“In what?”
“We lookin’ fo’ a few bricks of da’ white girl, y’all got some on deck?”
“Yeah, we got wateva you need Sam, and it’s A-1 da’ best shit round dis muhfucka, I stand on it. If y’all don’t like em’ y’all can swap em’ out, get ya’ money back or whateva and ain’t no luv lost.” Dre stated as he tried to get the nine ball into the top right corner pocket but made a mistake and hit the eight ball instead and lost the game.
“Since you stand on y’all shit, gimme yo’ number,” said Fat Sam, then he and Dre exchanged numbers and agreed to get together first thing the next morning and went their separate ways.
The moment smoke and Dre made it outside the noisy club, Dre called Trouble explaining everything that went on with him and Fat Sam and let him know that they’ll have the bricks he gave them sold first thing in the morning.
Chapter 16
About thirty minutes away from touching all the way down in Richmond, Virginia, Summer gave Solo a call to see where he wanted her to meet up with him at to make the transaction which was downtown at the Marriott hotel on 500 E. Broad street suite 211. So twenty minutes later when she arrived at the hotel, she parked, grabbed her overnight travel bag and made her way inside. Once inside she checked into a suite of her own, got herself situated, then made her way to Solo’s room where she gave a quiet knock on the door.
Moments later he answered, “Come on in, Summer.” She stepped inside, he closed the door and said, “Yo, lemme see dis A-1 shit Miranda been beating my ears up talkin’ bout.”
She then put the duffel bag on the bed and began unloading it.
“Here dey go… Check em out.” Solo picked one up.
“Smells like A-1 but you never can tell these days,” he uttered as he grabbed a knife off the nightstand by the bed slammed it down into the brick, pulled out and quickly licked it.”Mmm, yeah I can feel my mouf getting’ kinda numb.” He stuck the knife in a second time and sniffed two quick lines one after the other. “Yeah, this shit a’ight right here…Dis betta than da’ shit I been getting’, Damn! Yo, come count da’ money and tell Miranda I’ll buy ten a week If she keeps dis same shit!”
“Okay, I’ll let her know,” Summer on as she continued counting the cast and an hour later she glanced at Solo and said, “Two hundred thousand right?”
“Yup.”
“Good! It’s all here, I thought I’d never get done counting dis shit,” she uttered as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Now I gotta find me a drink, is any sports bar or package stores nearby?”
“Naw, not downtown, but it it’s a few sports bars about twenty minutes from here. But shit, why you don’t just get some from da’ bar downstairs?”
“Oh yeah that’s not a bad idea,” Summer stated as she grabbed the loaded duffel bag and left the room.
Once she made it back to her room, she put the bag in the closet on the top shelf them headed back downstairs to the bar to get a drink. While standing at the bar she gave Miranda a call to let her know that all five bricks had been sold and should be heading back to Atlanta first thing in the morning. But while on the phone she kept making eye contact with a guy at the other end of the bar who gets up and makes his way over.
“Hey, how you doing beautiful?” he said as he looked her jet black voluptuous body up and down. Summer was athletically built with a body like Serena Williams only difference was Summer’s butt was a lot juicier.
“I’m good, how bout you?” she replied as she grabbed her shot of Patron the bartender had just placed in front of her and downed it.
“I’m D’Wayne.” He uttered extending his arm to shake her hand and she gladly shook it.
“Ohh, you have a nice physique, ” as she studied his slim but well-fit upper body structure from his white fitted v-neck tee with two gold Cuban link chains, an off-white pair of True Religion jeans and a pair of wheat Tim’s. They continued talking for a while and he kept shots of tequila nonstop until Summer blurted, “I’ll be back, I gotta go to the ladies' room!”
The moment she left D’Wayne looked around the bar before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small powdery like substance and dropped inside her shot glass thinking, I’ma fuck da’ shit out dat bitch when da’ Molly kick in.
When she returned, she sat back down then downed the shot of Patron D’Wayne had waiting for.
“Yo, I think you need to slow down for you end up getting’ drunk ma.”
“Boy stop! I’m good!”
“A’ight! Well it’s gettin’ kinda late and I gotta get up early, so can I get ya’ number?”
“Sure!” said Summer as she stood up and damn near fell.
“See, I told you, now look at you damn near busted ya’ ass. Come here lemme help you to ya’ room.”
He paid the bartender and put his arm around her and they headed towards the elevator. Ten minutes later when they made it upstairs to her room and she got the room key out to open the door, D’Wayne started kissing her on the neck and continued when the door came open as he came on in behind her and pushed it close. He led her straight to the bed where she didn’t hesitate to unbutton her skin tight Dolce & Gabbana’s and ease them down followed by her burgundy Victoria Secret boy shorts. D’Wayne quickly took off his v-neck and wife beater before unbuckling his Fendi belt and unbuttoning his pants as he smacked her on the ass then grabbed her cheeks with both hands as he started to caress it.
“You can’t handle all dis’ ass can you?!” she softly uttered looking back at him with a seductive look as he licked two of his left fingers and began playing with her neatly shaved pussy, while taking his right hand and reaching into his pocket to pull out a magnum. Once he put it on he continued to finger her from the back causing her to climax as all over his hand, whispering, “Come get dis pussy!”
Then let out a deep moan as he eased her down on her stomach to pull his pants down. Once down she reached back, grabbed his dick and guided it into her dripping wet pussy after sticking her ass straight in the air in the doggy style position. He continued penetrating listening to her let out deep moans from every stroke before turning her around and picking her up and bracing her against the wall and continued pounding.
“HARDER! Gimme all of it!” she whispered scratching his back as he began to go harder and deeper.
“Like dis?” he asked, but she never responded as he continue pounding her with every bit of his nine inches. Her phat juicy round ass shook every time he drilled her from the impact. The more her ass shook the harder he penetrated causing her to feel every inch. One she came the second time he put her down then she instantly dropped to her knees.
“Let me taste it.” He walked up to her stroking himself repeatedly as he gazed down at her pretty face and luscious lips until he ejaculated all over her face, hair and lips giving her every drop.
Once they were done he went to use the bathroom, however moments later when he returned she was already sound asleep. He figured the combination of the non-stop shots of Patron followed by the Molly he eased in on her, along with he pound gave had finally kicked in. Therefore he put his briefs back on followed by his True Religions and Tim’s, then reached over and grab his v-neck which was beside the snoring Summer. He shook his head with a smirk thinking, Dis country ass bitch dunn fell asleep, lemme see wat da’ fuck she got in dis motherfucker fo’ I dip.
He grabbed her purse off the table and searched it but didn’t find shit but a small .22 Smith and Wesson handgun. The put it in his pocket looking at her thinking, You broke ass bitch! He made his way towards the door to leave the room, but just as he grabbed the door knob southern told him to check the closet. At that point he opened the closet door, looked up and spotted a black duffel bag. He immediately grabbed it, sat it on the floor and unzipped it.
Bingo! He t
hought to himself after seeing he had a duffel bag full of money. The glanced back at Summer as he closed the bag back. Damn, I hit da’ jackpot dis time, I hate I had to get yo’ fine ass but I gotta get mines, then he left the room. As he made his way down the hall towards the elevator, he thought back on everything that happened that night from when they first met up, up until he dropped the Molly in her drink. He felt like a piece of shit for second as he stepped onto the elevator but pushed the thought to the side thinking, Fuck dat country ass bitch, she shoulda been on point!
He guarded the duffel bag of cash he just struck for with his life while the elevator door started closing.
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Trouble called Rude Boy and let him know that everything would be sold by tomorrow at the earliest and he’d have his money sooner than he thought.
“What!? Everything’ll be sold by tomorrow! Yo that’s what’ up man, I see you moved that shit a lil’ faster than I thought you would man. I like dat!! Look I tell you wat, how bout we hit Magic City tonight and get a few drinks and dances from de’ ladies while we discuss business?”
“A’ight that’s what’s up big homie, wat time you talkin’ bout heading down there?”
“I’ll come scoop yu up round ten.”
“A’ight, bet!” Trouble replied then they both hung up.
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When Smoke and Dre made it back to Smoke’s crib around four the morning, Smoke grabbed the door knob and was about to stick his key in to unlock the door but the door came open. They took a quick glance at one another before they both took off up the stairs to Smoke’s bedroom closet where Smoke had stashed the duffel bag before they went to the club. But once they made it there and noticed the closet door wide open and the rest of the room had been ransacked, they already knew what had happened. However, Smoke still went in the closet, cut on the lights and looked around a second hoping that whoever kicked his door in didn't find it. Only a few seconds later he turned back around and sadly uttered to Dre.
