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at the bottom of the steps, all of them draped in all black with black shades.
âThe car is waiting for you in the back, sir,â one of the bodyguards said as they made their way through the crowd and toward the back exit.
Macy waved as he disappeared into the back. As soon as he got out of view of the public, his smile turned into a serious glare, and one of his bodyguards handed him one of his Cuban cigars, his favorite. Macy lit it up and took a drag. He loosened his tie and dipped into the limo that was waiting near the back door.
He was accompanied by five bodyguards; all of them were strapped liked the al-Qaeda and ready to pop off at any suspicious person who ran up. Macyâs past life made him a moving target, and he knew that security was a must. At one point, Macy was deep in the drug game, and a lot of people felt that he owed them something. Macy understood that and took extreme precaution in protecting himself and his family.
He looked down at his Rolex and noticed that it was nearing six oâ clock. It was his fifteen-year anniversary, and he had a special dinner planned for his wife and himself. He instructed the driver to head to the private venue where the party was being held, and just like that, they were on their way.
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Fatima Sigel smiled as she watched her husband and his entourage enter the ballroom. Macyâs close friends and some of his business associates filled the room along with Fatimaâs friends and family. They were all there to celebrate their anniversary, and the place was extravagant, to say the least. Champagne- and gold-colored décor laced the venue, and the sound of smooth R&B pumped out of the speakers. Expensive champagne flowed into fluted glasses as the waiters kept no hand empty. It was a great mood for what was to be a joyous celebration.
Macy and Fatima locked eyes as Macy made his way over to her table. Along the way, Macy was stopped by various people giving him handshakes and small talk, but he quickly made his way to his beautiful wife.
âHappy anniversary, sweetheart,â Macy said in his low baritone as he bent over and kissed Fatima on her forehead.
âHey, baby,â she said as she smiled and watched him as he took a seat next to her.
âI didnât see Boomer. Where is he?â Macy said, referring to their eighteen-year-old son.
âI donât know,â Fatima answered as she looked down at her watch. âHe definitely should be here by now. He promised me that he would come. I donât know about that boy sometimes,â Fatima said as she shook her head and was noticeably disappointed.
âLook, donât worry about that. Letâs dance,â Macy suggested as he tried to take her mind off of their son not showing up to the event. He smiled and stood up as he extended his hand for her.
âSure. I would love to,â Fatima accepted as she grabbed his hand and headed for the dance floor.
Macy held his wife close, and he could smell her sweet perfume as he pulled her close. He looked at her with his piercing eyes and released a warm smile.
âHow was the rally?â Fatima asked as she wrapped her arms around Macyâs neck and slowly two-stepped to the sounds of R. Kelly.
âIt was okay. The house was packed,â Macy said as he shrugged his shoulders. He opened his mouth to say something else, but the sounds of the door being opened got his attention.
In walked Boomer with his best friend, Fruit. They were obviously out of place, and the overbearing smell of marijuana followed them. It was a black tie affair, but Boomer had taken it upon himself to wear baggy street clothes and gaudy jewelry. He and his friend came in laughing loudly, and they stuck out like two sore thumbs as all eyes seemed to drift to them.
Macy instantly shook his head as he knew that Boomer was about to embarrass him in front of all of his colleagues. Macy clenched his jaws tightly as he watched Boomer
âThe car is waiting for you in the back, sir,â one of the bodyguards said as they made their way through the crowd and toward the back exit.
Macy waved as he disappeared into the back. As soon as he got out of view of the public, his smile turned into a serious glare, and one of his bodyguards handed him one of his Cuban cigars, his favorite. Macy lit it up and took a drag. He loosened his tie and dipped into the limo that was waiting near the back door.
He was accompanied by five bodyguards; all of them were strapped liked the al-Qaeda and ready to pop off at any suspicious person who ran up. Macyâs past life made him a moving target, and he knew that security was a must. At one point, Macy was deep in the drug game, and a lot of people felt that he owed them something. Macy understood that and took extreme precaution in protecting himself and his family.
He looked down at his Rolex and noticed that it was nearing six oâ clock. It was his fifteen-year anniversary, and he had a special dinner planned for his wife and himself. He instructed the driver to head to the private venue where the party was being held, and just like that, they were on their way.
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Fatima Sigel smiled as she watched her husband and his entourage enter the ballroom. Macyâs close friends and some of his business associates filled the room along with Fatimaâs friends and family. They were all there to celebrate their anniversary, and the place was extravagant, to say the least. Champagne- and gold-colored décor laced the venue, and the sound of smooth R&B pumped out of the speakers. Expensive champagne flowed into fluted glasses as the waiters kept no hand empty. It was a great mood for what was to be a joyous celebration.
Macy and Fatima locked eyes as Macy made his way over to her table. Along the way, Macy was stopped by various people giving him handshakes and small talk, but he quickly made his way to his beautiful wife.
âHappy anniversary, sweetheart,â Macy said in his low baritone as he bent over and kissed Fatima on her forehead.
âHey, baby,â she said as she smiled and watched him as he took a seat next to her.
âI didnât see Boomer. Where is he?â Macy said, referring to their eighteen-year-old son.
âI donât know,â Fatima answered as she looked down at her watch. âHe definitely should be here by now. He promised me that he would come. I donât know about that boy sometimes,â Fatima said as she shook her head and was noticeably disappointed.
âLook, donât worry about that. Letâs dance,â Macy suggested as he tried to take her mind off of their son not showing up to the event. He smiled and stood up as he extended his hand for her.
âSure. I would love to,â Fatima accepted as she grabbed his hand and headed for the dance floor.
Macy held his wife close, and he could smell her sweet perfume as he pulled her close. He looked at her with his piercing eyes and released a warm smile.
âHow was the rally?â Fatima asked as she wrapped her arms around Macyâs neck and slowly two-stepped to the sounds of R. Kelly.
âIt was okay. The house was packed,â Macy said as he shrugged his shoulders. He opened his mouth to say something else, but the sounds of the door being opened got his attention.
In walked Boomer with his best friend, Fruit. They were obviously out of place, and the overbearing smell of marijuana followed them. It was a black tie affair, but Boomer had taken it upon himself to wear baggy street clothes and gaudy jewelry. He and his friend came in laughing loudly, and they stuck out like two sore thumbs as all eyes seemed to drift to them.
Macy instantly shook his head as he knew that Boomer was about to embarrass him in front of all of his colleagues. Macy clenched his jaws tightly as he watched Boomer
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