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great.” Kola smiled.
Eduardo raised his glass toward her and toasted. “To us . . . to business.”
Kola raised her glass. “To business.”
They both took a sip from their glasses. Kola couldn’t believe she had a direct link to a Colombian connect. It was something out of a movie for her. She was ready to run with it until the wheels started to fall off. She wanted Eduardo to trust her, and the only way she saw that happening was to keep making him a lot of money by being a loyal customer over time.
Kola still felt like she betrayed Cross somewhat. She wanted to be on his good side and was determined to make it up to him in some way. Cross looked out for her, and she could never forget about him. She wondered why Eduardo only wanted to deal with her in the future, when it was clear to her that he was a sexist.
After a half hour of drinking and talking with Eduardo, she started feeling comfortable around him. Eduardo was a very intelligent man, knowledgeable in history, politics, and other fields. Kola was highly impressed by the way he talked. He was a gangster, but carried himself like a businessman. She learned that he owned buildings in Colombia and had most of the government officials there in his pocket.
Eduardo stood up from his seat with the empty glass in his hand and called over one of his men. The burly armed guard in the dark suit walked over with a duffel bag clutched in his hand. He dropped it between Kola and Eduardo and walked away.
“Twelve ki’s,” Eduardo uttered.
Kola nodded.
Eduardo locked eyes with Kola. The look in his eyes showed his attraction for her. Kola immediately picked up on it and knew it was time for her to leave. She had what she came for. She set her empty glass on the table near her chair and stood up to reach for her coat.
Eduardo moved closer to her, his eyes on her stylish attire. He had the urge to reach out and take her into his arms. “You’re a very beautiful woman, Kola.”
“Thanks.”
Kola put on her coat while Eduardo just stood there watching her. He was a man of power and influence, and he always got whatever he wanted. With the money and muscle he had, the world was at his feet.
Kola had concern that Eduardo wanted her, but she was not for sale and was ready to be stern with him, if necessary.
As she picked up the duffel bag, she heard Eduardo say, “Next time.”
“Yeah, next time,” she replied coolly.
Eduardo tipped his chin her way and allowed Kola to leave. Eduardo kept his eyes on her until she was out the door.
Kola hurried out of the building and to her car, feeling that her looks were both a blessing and a curse. She tossed the duffel bag into the trunk, jumped into the driver’s seat of her Benz, and sped back to Harlem. She rushed to the city to see Cross. Business in Harlem had picked up for them significantly, and Cross’ name still rang out through the blocks of Harlem like he was an icon. Kola didn’t want to take that away from her man, and even though she had the connect, Cross still had the reputation. The only people who knew about their arrangement with Eduardo were themselves and Edge, who’d made it known that he had a problem with Kola running the show.
***
The two men had gotten into a heated argument over the situation. Edge feared Kola would become a problem and come between his friendship with Cross.
“That bitch double-crossed you, nigga,” Edge had shouted to Cross.
“It is what it is right now, Edge. I’m dealing with it, not you,” Cross had sternly replied.
“Fuck that, nigga! She’s in our shit. She fuckin’ back-doored you, Cross. I don’t fuckin’ trust that. I don’t fuckin’ trust her! Wake the fuck up!”
“Watch yourself, Edge!”
***
Kola pulled up in a quiet middle-class neighborhood in Harlem, where the residents minded their business, and the police rarely patrolled. It was a windy fall evening, and the narrow tree-lined block was cluttered with parked cars. She parked in front
Eduardo raised his glass toward her and toasted. “To us . . . to business.”
Kola raised her glass. “To business.”
They both took a sip from their glasses. Kola couldn’t believe she had a direct link to a Colombian connect. It was something out of a movie for her. She was ready to run with it until the wheels started to fall off. She wanted Eduardo to trust her, and the only way she saw that happening was to keep making him a lot of money by being a loyal customer over time.
Kola still felt like she betrayed Cross somewhat. She wanted to be on his good side and was determined to make it up to him in some way. Cross looked out for her, and she could never forget about him. She wondered why Eduardo only wanted to deal with her in the future, when it was clear to her that he was a sexist.
After a half hour of drinking and talking with Eduardo, she started feeling comfortable around him. Eduardo was a very intelligent man, knowledgeable in history, politics, and other fields. Kola was highly impressed by the way he talked. He was a gangster, but carried himself like a businessman. She learned that he owned buildings in Colombia and had most of the government officials there in his pocket.
Eduardo stood up from his seat with the empty glass in his hand and called over one of his men. The burly armed guard in the dark suit walked over with a duffel bag clutched in his hand. He dropped it between Kola and Eduardo and walked away.
“Twelve ki’s,” Eduardo uttered.
Kola nodded.
Eduardo locked eyes with Kola. The look in his eyes showed his attraction for her. Kola immediately picked up on it and knew it was time for her to leave. She had what she came for. She set her empty glass on the table near her chair and stood up to reach for her coat.
Eduardo moved closer to her, his eyes on her stylish attire. He had the urge to reach out and take her into his arms. “You’re a very beautiful woman, Kola.”
“Thanks.”
Kola put on her coat while Eduardo just stood there watching her. He was a man of power and influence, and he always got whatever he wanted. With the money and muscle he had, the world was at his feet.
Kola had concern that Eduardo wanted her, but she was not for sale and was ready to be stern with him, if necessary.
As she picked up the duffel bag, she heard Eduardo say, “Next time.”
“Yeah, next time,” she replied coolly.
Eduardo tipped his chin her way and allowed Kola to leave. Eduardo kept his eyes on her until she was out the door.
Kola hurried out of the building and to her car, feeling that her looks were both a blessing and a curse. She tossed the duffel bag into the trunk, jumped into the driver’s seat of her Benz, and sped back to Harlem. She rushed to the city to see Cross. Business in Harlem had picked up for them significantly, and Cross’ name still rang out through the blocks of Harlem like he was an icon. Kola didn’t want to take that away from her man, and even though she had the connect, Cross still had the reputation. The only people who knew about their arrangement with Eduardo were themselves and Edge, who’d made it known that he had a problem with Kola running the show.
***
The two men had gotten into a heated argument over the situation. Edge feared Kola would become a problem and come between his friendship with Cross.
“That bitch double-crossed you, nigga,” Edge had shouted to Cross.
“It is what it is right now, Edge. I’m dealing with it, not you,” Cross had sternly replied.
“Fuck that, nigga! She’s in our shit. She fuckin’ back-doored you, Cross. I don’t fuckin’ trust that. I don’t fuckin’ trust her! Wake the fuck up!”
“Watch yourself, Edge!”
***
Kola pulled up in a quiet middle-class neighborhood in Harlem, where the residents minded their business, and the police rarely patrolled. It was a windy fall evening, and the narrow tree-lined block was cluttered with parked cars. She parked in front
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