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can’t have y’all in the spot with all this shit and not enough niggas on the outside watching y’all back.”
“Shit, all I need is a burner and I’ll be able to hold the spot down by myself,” I interjected.
Mike laughed. “Yeah, that burner will slow down a couple of cats from trying to run up in here to rob you, but it ain’t gon’ do shit if Narcs bust up in here.”
I became defensive. “Oh so, you don’t think I’d bust my gun at them crackers?”
“Come on, Seth. I was locked up with you and I know how hard you can go. But we still need more niggas outside. I can’t afford to have police run up in here. I got too much shit to lose.”
“You sure do,” Melody spoke up.
Mike smiled at her and said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” He looked at me and said, “Let me holler at you for a minute.”
Curious about why he wanted to speak to me in private all of a sudden, I got up from the table and followed him into Melody’s bedroom. I thought he would shut the door behind us after we entered into the room, but he didn’t. “What’s up?”
Mike said, “You know I ain’t a petty-ass nigga. I am loyal to any cat that’s loyal to me, and I love to see everybody eat, if they’re hungry enough to go after it. I just got hit off with a huge load of raw heroin about an hour ago, and it’s enough where we could build an empire with it. Niggas could get rich off this shit in a matter of months. You could walk away with a half million in profit, easy. All we got to do is get a street team of niggas who ain’t scared to lock this place down, and we could be on our way.”
“What about Jay?”
“I got him over Norfolk right now, trying to recruit some go-hard niggas, so we can lock the whole Tidewater Park down.”
“So, y’all are serious about this, huh?”
“Hell, yeah! This shit ain’t a game! I’m trying to get rich!”
“Shit! Me too!” I said, without hesitation. The thought of making a half a million dollars in less than a month sounded real good to me. I could do a lot of shit with that dough. If I invested it right, I wouldn’t have to work or hustle again.
“You sure? Because I’m gon’ tell you right now, if you really want to get that type of paper in a month’s time, you gon’ have to work around the clock.”
“What’s around the clock?”
“I’m talking about you gon’ have to be out this joint from sunup to sundown,” he explained. “You know fiends be up searching for pills of dope early in the morning, so you gon’ have to be out here at least by five AM . But as far as the time you close down, that ain’t gon’ change. You can still shut shop down at nine o’clock.”
“Ahh man, my girl is going to kill me.” I sighed, thinking about all the shade Maxine was going to throw at me.
“Just tell her how much dough you gon’ make in that thirty-day period and see how she acts. I guarantee, she gon’ sing another song then.” Mike laughed. “Shit, bitches love money!”
“Not my girl! She’d rather have me working a nine-to-five, busting my ass for pennies, than to see me out here stacking up retirement money.”
“Oh, you got one of them goody two-shoes chicks, huh?”
“Shit, I don’t know what to call her. But I do know that she’s starting to get on my motherfucking nerves!”
“Come on, dawg; don’t ever let a chick stress you out.”
“Shit, it’s too late for that.”
“Well, whatchu gon’ do when Samantha gets out?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been trying to figure that shit out for the last few months.”
“When she getting out, anyway?”
“She called me this morning at my mom’s crib and told me she got twenty-nine days and a wake up.”
“Oh shit, for real?”
“Yep.”
“So, is she gon’ have to go to the halfway house?”
“Yeah, but it’s only going to be for a four-month stretch.”
“Well, this dough you about to get is going to come in handy because by the time she gets out of the halfway house, you
“Shit, all I need is a burner and I’ll be able to hold the spot down by myself,” I interjected.
Mike laughed. “Yeah, that burner will slow down a couple of cats from trying to run up in here to rob you, but it ain’t gon’ do shit if Narcs bust up in here.”
I became defensive. “Oh so, you don’t think I’d bust my gun at them crackers?”
“Come on, Seth. I was locked up with you and I know how hard you can go. But we still need more niggas outside. I can’t afford to have police run up in here. I got too much shit to lose.”
“You sure do,” Melody spoke up.
Mike smiled at her and said, “Yeah, yeah, yeah!” He looked at me and said, “Let me holler at you for a minute.”
Curious about why he wanted to speak to me in private all of a sudden, I got up from the table and followed him into Melody’s bedroom. I thought he would shut the door behind us after we entered into the room, but he didn’t. “What’s up?”
Mike said, “You know I ain’t a petty-ass nigga. I am loyal to any cat that’s loyal to me, and I love to see everybody eat, if they’re hungry enough to go after it. I just got hit off with a huge load of raw heroin about an hour ago, and it’s enough where we could build an empire with it. Niggas could get rich off this shit in a matter of months. You could walk away with a half million in profit, easy. All we got to do is get a street team of niggas who ain’t scared to lock this place down, and we could be on our way.”
“What about Jay?”
“I got him over Norfolk right now, trying to recruit some go-hard niggas, so we can lock the whole Tidewater Park down.”
“So, y’all are serious about this, huh?”
“Hell, yeah! This shit ain’t a game! I’m trying to get rich!”
“Shit! Me too!” I said, without hesitation. The thought of making a half a million dollars in less than a month sounded real good to me. I could do a lot of shit with that dough. If I invested it right, I wouldn’t have to work or hustle again.
“You sure? Because I’m gon’ tell you right now, if you really want to get that type of paper in a month’s time, you gon’ have to work around the clock.”
“What’s around the clock?”
“I’m talking about you gon’ have to be out this joint from sunup to sundown,” he explained. “You know fiends be up searching for pills of dope early in the morning, so you gon’ have to be out here at least by five AM . But as far as the time you close down, that ain’t gon’ change. You can still shut shop down at nine o’clock.”
“Ahh man, my girl is going to kill me.” I sighed, thinking about all the shade Maxine was going to throw at me.
“Just tell her how much dough you gon’ make in that thirty-day period and see how she acts. I guarantee, she gon’ sing another song then.” Mike laughed. “Shit, bitches love money!”
“Not my girl! She’d rather have me working a nine-to-five, busting my ass for pennies, than to see me out here stacking up retirement money.”
“Oh, you got one of them goody two-shoes chicks, huh?”
“Shit, I don’t know what to call her. But I do know that she’s starting to get on my motherfucking nerves!”
“Come on, dawg; don’t ever let a chick stress you out.”
“Shit, it’s too late for that.”
“Well, whatchu gon’ do when Samantha gets out?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been trying to figure that shit out for the last few months.”
“When she getting out, anyway?”
“She called me this morning at my mom’s crib and told me she got twenty-nine days and a wake up.”
“Oh shit, for real?”
“Yep.”
“So, is she gon’ have to go to the halfway house?”
“Yeah, but it’s only going to be for a four-month stretch.”
“Well, this dough you about to get is going to come in handy because by the time she gets out of the halfway house, you
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