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wall were nothing short of amazing.
    â€œHave a seat, my friend,” Hassan offered as he took a seat on the couch, right across from Seven.
    â€œI need two whole things and was wondering could you spot me two on consignment,” Seven said, getting straight to business.
    â€œI see that you are trying to step your game up, Seven.”
    â€œSomething like that. I am ready to make some power moves. I just need to start thinking about the future.”
    â€œYou’re a smart man. You remind me so much of Apple. I just wish that he had been thinking the same way you were thinking back then,” Hassan replied. Apple was on his way back from copping from him when he got busted years ago.
    â€œYeah, me too.”
    â€œI tell you what. You say you want two kilos on consignment. I’ma give you ten. It’s time to step you up into the big leagues. You have been buying from me for years and every time you come, you just buy a few at a time. Usually I would have cut you off as a customer, but Apple spoke very highly of you and off the strength of him . . . I fucks with you. But it’s time for you to do this right,” Hassan said as he glanced at the tall, slender Russian woman who came into the room heading straight for the bar. Her hair was short and white as snow. She began pouring Hassan his favorite drink: Scotch on the rocks.
    Seven nodded his head in agreement as he began to rub his hands together thinking about the opportunity that Hassan had just placed in front of him. The woman brought the drink to Hassan and asked Seven if he wanted something. Seven shook his head no and focused back on Hassan.
    â€œI’m ready, fam,” Seven said, looking forward to shutting the whole city of Flint down with the raw he was about to get hit with.
    â€œGreat,” Hassan said as he took a sip of the drink and looked at the Russian woman. “Get ten kilos for our friend.” Seven smiled and put his plan to flood the city in motion.
    Rah looked down at his rod getting slurped by the Latino he took a liking to earlier and rubbed the breast of another woman who was sucking on his nipples. Every woman in Hassan’s mansion was an avid ecstasy pill popper, so it didn’t take long for Rah to get his freak session popping off. Seven and Hassan returned to the main room, Seven having a duffle bag in hand. Seven shook his head as he saw Rah grinding his pelvis into the beautiful woman’s mouth. Rah’s eyes were closed and Seven chuckled at how Rah was so into it, with small sweat beads on his nose.
    â€œRah, let’s roll,” Seven said in his low voice. Rah didn’t even hear him. “Rah!” Seven said louder, getting his attention.
    â€œHold on, fam,” Rah begged, not taking his eyes off the girl who was pleasing him. Hassan, being a nymphomaniac himself, walked behind the woman who was sucking Rah and opened his robe, exposing his hairy, naked body underneath. Hassan licked his two fingers and began to rub on her holes, searching for her womb. The girl, without hesitation, parted her legs and propped her ass up in the air for easier access. The ladies in the room flocked to Hassan as if he were a magnet, caressing him and each other all at once.
    â€œDamn, man,” Seven said as he turned his head, not feeling comfortable with the orgy forming right before his eyes. “Fuck it, I’ma load up,” Seven said as he headed to the parking garage so he could load the dope in the dummy gas tank. His mind was always on the money, never on pussy. That was why he was the boss and Rah was the help. “Let’s get it,” Seven whispered to himself as he faded into the darkness that led to the garage.

Chapter Seven
    Seven pulled into his apartment complex and was dead tired. It was 1:00 A.M. , and he had just dropped off Rah, leaving him with every brick except one, which was promised to one of his south side buyers, Mouse. He was supposed to meet up