before slamming the phone down.
“Thinking back, J.D. had seemed a little off. He just didn’t seem quite like himself. But you know what? We slipped too. We normally always have a counterfeit marker with us, but we been doing business with J.D. so long we figured we could trust that nigga. But we both know in this game you not supposed to trust nobody.”
Alex dumped the rest of the money on the floor. They unbounded it from the rubber bands. Deion marked it. All fake.
“Three hundred thousand dollars counterfeit,” Alex said, as his stomach tightened up from disgust. “So how did you find out about this?”
“A stripper told me I’d given her fake money.”
“So you’ve spent some of yours?”
“Yeah some of it,” Deion said, looking away.
“Besides a stripper, what else?”
“I made a move.”
“What do you mean you made a move?” He assumed Deion was talking about the Mexicans, but he wanted to wait and see if he would admit it himself.
“I know you told me not to do it, but I did it anyway.”
“Did what…bought some coke?”
“Yeah.”
Alex took a deep breath and tossed the money back in the suitcase. “I told you not to fuck with that coke,” Alex said, not in the mood to welcome the stress that comes with dealing with illegal street shit.
“I know, but the deal was too good to pass up.”
“You haven’t learned yet that shit that seems too good to pass up be the biggest pile of fuckery.” Alex made his way back to the window. He paid extra for this particular unit simply for the views; it was almost like therapy for him to look out and see the city of Atlanta. Tonight Alex felt he needed that healing touch more than ever. Between business and his personal life, it had him feeling some type of way. As he stared out he looked down and could see people wearing shorts and enjoying the summer night. The sky was blood red. He thought about how much Tierney liked red skies, and he wondered where she was. Then he thought about J.D. and where the fuck he was.
“An amazing offer, huh?” Alex questioned, stepping back into reality.
“Texas prices right here in Atlanta.”
“Who did you get it from?” Alex turned from the window and was now facing Deion.
“Mexicans. It was 2Glocks’ connection.”
“You and your little pissy-ass rapper are gonna fuck everything up.”
“What you mean?”
“You don’t know these fuckin’ Mexicans.”
“They’re cool.”
“You mean cool like J.D.,” Alex spit with sarcasm. “How the fuck do you know?”
“Man, listen. I was tryna make what I thought was a good business move. It’s easy for you to fall back, you got money!”
“Nigga, you have money too.”
“After I gave you the money for the attorney and the real estate investments, I wasn’t left with much,” Deion complained.
“But you had money. Maybe not as much as you wanted, but you was good.”
“You right.”
“I was hoping you would invest more money, but it looks like you can’t handle it right now.”
“Nah, I can’t do it. Not now. I just don’t have it to give. You know if I did, I would.”
“Lets get back to them Mexicans that you don’t know.”
“What about them?”
“Can’t you see what that can lead to?”
“I do.” He looked away from Alex.
“I don’t believe you do.” Alex sat down across from Deion and clasped his hands together. His face oozed of seriousness. “Let’s say the Feds are watching the Mexicans and you and 2Glocks walk right into an investigation. Then they are watching you and then they start watching me and even my connect. I’ve seen this happen time and time again.”
It took Deion a moment to respond because he was lost in his thoughts. “Yeah, I know a few dudes that got caught up in on some shit they didn’t have anything to do with.”
“You have to be more careful.” He stood and walked over to Deion and fist bumped him. “Don’t get us fucked up.”
“I won’t, but if I see that
“Thinking back, J.D. had seemed a little off. He just didn’t seem quite like himself. But you know what? We slipped too. We normally always have a counterfeit marker with us, but we been doing business with J.D. so long we figured we could trust that nigga. But we both know in this game you not supposed to trust nobody.”
Alex dumped the rest of the money on the floor. They unbounded it from the rubber bands. Deion marked it. All fake.
“Three hundred thousand dollars counterfeit,” Alex said, as his stomach tightened up from disgust. “So how did you find out about this?”
“A stripper told me I’d given her fake money.”
“So you’ve spent some of yours?”
“Yeah some of it,” Deion said, looking away.
“Besides a stripper, what else?”
“I made a move.”
“What do you mean you made a move?” He assumed Deion was talking about the Mexicans, but he wanted to wait and see if he would admit it himself.
“I know you told me not to do it, but I did it anyway.”
“Did what…bought some coke?”
“Yeah.”
Alex took a deep breath and tossed the money back in the suitcase. “I told you not to fuck with that coke,” Alex said, not in the mood to welcome the stress that comes with dealing with illegal street shit.
“I know, but the deal was too good to pass up.”
“You haven’t learned yet that shit that seems too good to pass up be the biggest pile of fuckery.” Alex made his way back to the window. He paid extra for this particular unit simply for the views; it was almost like therapy for him to look out and see the city of Atlanta. Tonight Alex felt he needed that healing touch more than ever. Between business and his personal life, it had him feeling some type of way. As he stared out he looked down and could see people wearing shorts and enjoying the summer night. The sky was blood red. He thought about how much Tierney liked red skies, and he wondered where she was. Then he thought about J.D. and where the fuck he was.
“An amazing offer, huh?” Alex questioned, stepping back into reality.
“Texas prices right here in Atlanta.”
“Who did you get it from?” Alex turned from the window and was now facing Deion.
“Mexicans. It was 2Glocks’ connection.”
“You and your little pissy-ass rapper are gonna fuck everything up.”
“What you mean?”
“You don’t know these fuckin’ Mexicans.”
“They’re cool.”
“You mean cool like J.D.,” Alex spit with sarcasm. “How the fuck do you know?”
“Man, listen. I was tryna make what I thought was a good business move. It’s easy for you to fall back, you got money!”
“Nigga, you have money too.”
“After I gave you the money for the attorney and the real estate investments, I wasn’t left with much,” Deion complained.
“But you had money. Maybe not as much as you wanted, but you was good.”
“You right.”
“I was hoping you would invest more money, but it looks like you can’t handle it right now.”
“Nah, I can’t do it. Not now. I just don’t have it to give. You know if I did, I would.”
“Lets get back to them Mexicans that you don’t know.”
“What about them?”
“Can’t you see what that can lead to?”
“I do.” He looked away from Alex.
“I don’t believe you do.” Alex sat down across from Deion and clasped his hands together. His face oozed of seriousness. “Let’s say the Feds are watching the Mexicans and you and 2Glocks walk right into an investigation. Then they are watching you and then they start watching me and even my connect. I’ve seen this happen time and time again.”
It took Deion a moment to respond because he was lost in his thoughts. “Yeah, I know a few dudes that got caught up in on some shit they didn’t have anything to do with.”
“You have to be more careful.” He stood and walked over to Deion and fist bumped him. “Don’t get us fucked up.”
“I won’t, but if I see that
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