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transparent as if everybody in the joint knew his true intentions. He shook off his apprehension and adjusted his posture as he made his way inconspicuously through the crowd. He looked around for Lola and quickly spotted her. She stood out in the crowd like a diamond amongst gems. Her bright white smile contrasted off of her dark as night skin as her long legs closed the distance between them.
    “I’m glad you could make it,” she greeted as she looped her arm inside his, instantly turning him into her escort. It wasn’t hard to make niggas comply to her. She switched men like she did handbags, classily dismissing them when they no longer complimented her lifestyle. They were accessories and as she walked through the bar people cleared out of her path. She was a boss bitch and Braylon noted the respect she garnered as people acknowledged her with a head nod as she passed them by. Braylon could tell that she was respected in the streets and silently wondered how a woman had developed so much clout. As they approached Seven’s door she knocked this time, wanting to show the utmost respect to Seven in front of Braylon.
    “It’s open,” Seven shouted as Lola walked through the door with Braylon following.
    Seven stood from his desk and slapped hands with Braylon in greeting.
    “Good to see you again. Have a seat,” he said cordially. Braylon took a seat and Seven continued. “You see, what I can’t figure out for the life of me is how you flew underneath my radar. You’re buying up a lot of real estate and I knew nothing about you.” Seven was no fool. He was speaking in code and by real estate he meant kilos of cocaine. “But you’re not buying no bullshit houses ... you’re copping prime real estate. The good joints, nah mean? Now real estate is my business. So what I can’t understand is why you’re not buying from me.”
    “My realtor gives me them foreclosure prices,” Ball replied.
    Seven smirked, liking Ball already. There was something about him that Seven respected. He was young and hustling ... black and driven ... all qualities that Seven possessed as well.
    “I can beat any price, but it depends on the quantity of course. The more properties you buy the better the price will be. My real estate also comes with security. I’m not trying to step on your toes a’ nothing, but I want in. If there’s money to be made I want to get it and since you already familiar with the Toledo area, I want to bring you in on my team.”
    Braylon knew that if he was too eager than Seven would back out so he leaned forward as he adjusted the diamond bracelet on his wrist.
    “No offense fam, but why would I join a team when I’m doing good with my own thing?”
    “Because with my business comes insurance,” Seven said. “You won’t take any losses.”
    “Price?” Braylon asked.
    Seven loved the back and forth. He could tell that Ball wasn’t from where he was from because he didn’t fear Seven. Most hustlers would be afraid to haggle with Seven, but Ball took the meeting by the balls and fought for control. Both Seven and Ball knew who the real boss was, and they both knew that at the end of the day Ball would end up working beneath Seven. The negotiating was refreshing. Ball was about his business and his money, which caused Seven to respect him.
    Seven smirked. “Reasonable,” he responded, referring to the price of his product, but not throwing out a specific number. Seven was smart and there was a mystique about him that drew both men and women in. Men wanted to emulate him and women wanted to be with him. Ball was no different. He was enamored by the enormity of Seven’s reign. He had done his research before walking into the bar. Seven wasn’t to be fucked with. A modern day gangster ... Seven was the stuff that legends were made of.
    Lola sat silently by Ball’s side and she watched him closely. She looked for anxiety, for shade, noting his character. She could read a man like a book. No closed