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fists, no clenched jaw ... he’s not nervous. He’s maintaining eye contact, she noted thoroughly in her head. Nothing about Ball’s body language was throwing red flags. Even when Seven let silence linger in the air purposefully to rattle Ball, he remained composed. Seven and Lola locked eyes for a split second. That was all it took for Seven to notice the approval in Lola’s gaze. She had given him the thumbs up without saying a word. He trusted Lola’s word. She had never steered him wrong before. Ball was a go.
    “I need to know a more specific price before I can say yay or nay, nah mean?” Ball asked.
    “No you don’t,” Seven responded. “All you need to know is that those I have chosen to do business with in the past is getting money. They’re wealthy. Wifey’s happy, kids fed... . Are you in or out?”
    Ball looked from Lola to Seven and nodded in consent, “I’m in.”
    The connection had been made.
    “Where are you staying?” Seven asked.
    “The Hyatt,” Ball replied.
    “Lola will be in touch,” Seven stated as he picked up his business phone and began to dial a number. Lola stood and Ball wasn’t quite sure if the meeting was over, but when Seven looked up from his phone call and said, “You’re still sitting here?” Ball knew there was nothing left to say.
    He got up and headed out of the office feeling as if he had just made the biggest move of his life.
    “By the way, I go by Ball. Call me Ball.” he said as walked out of the door.
     
     
    “Room service!”
    Braylon sat straight up in his hotel bed and rubbed his eyes as he looked over at the clock that sat on the nightstand. It was 7:00 A.M. and he irritably got out of bed.
    “Fucking room service ... I ain’t ordered shit,” he grumbled as he crawled out of bed and walked over to the door. He opened the door and to his surprise no one stood on the other side. In place of the voice was a large black duffel bag. Braylon stepped out into the hall and looked from one end to the other, but no one was in sight. He bent down and picked up the bag before carrying it inside his room. He closed the door behind him and then tossed the bag on his bed. He unzipped the bag to find the prettiest bitches he had ever seen. Ten kilo’s sat inside, neatly wrapped in clear cellophane.
    Dumbfounded he pulled a brick out of the bag. It was uncut. He could tell by the way it sparkled and his hustler’s instinct quickly kicked in. I can make these birds fly, he thought. It was then that he realized that he was stepping into a league that he was unfamiliar with. He had been getting money, but Seven was on some other shit. He was hustling in a major way. He hadn’t even told Seven his room number and the room wasn’t registered in his name. Just the fact that Seven was able to locate him told Braylon how large he was and he silently hoped that he didn’t get in over his head. He was about to transform into Ball ... the hustler. He would have to play this role to regain his freedom. In actuality, it was the beginning of the end.

Chapter Seven
     
    Exit Braylon, Enter Ball
     
    Ball let the water cascade down his naked body as he rested his hand on the shower’s wall. He was impressed by the recent delivery that he had just gotten. Seven handled his business with swagger and professionalism. Ball was dealing with the upper class in drug distribution at that point. Honestly, he was nervous about stepping into this dirty game on the same side as the law. He stepped out of the shower and was startled when he saw a man standing at the door looking at him.
    “Oh shit!” Ball yelled as he almost slipped on the floor. He noticed that it was Dame who had snuck up on him. He never thought he would be so happy to see a cop. He honestly thought Seven had sent one of his goons to kill Ball that quickly.
    “What the fuck man?” Ball said as he stood there naked.
    “Get on some clothes and meet me in the front. Quick.” Dame demanded as he left out. Ball