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shared with Black. I knew if my mother was alive she would have thrown me a big birthday celebration. Quickly, I wiped away the tears that had traveled down my cheeks when I noticed Black staring at me.
I sat at the table in silence. It was hard to enjoy my breakfast knowing that when it was over I had to sit in my room bored or entertain Black. It was killing me inside to know that Black wasn’t going to acknowledge my birthday. He could have just said happy birthday and I would have been fine with that.
“Senora, are you okay?” Teresa repeated.
“Yes, sorry, I had zoned out for a second. Thank you for breakfast. It’s so delicious. Can you put some more fruits on my plate?” I said to Teresa, handing her my plate I had barely touched.
“Mason, eat your food first and then you can drink your juice.” I looked over at him nervously.
Ding-dong. I was relieved hearing the doorbell ringing, because I knew it would be Black’s right hand man Foreman. Foreman came over every day after breakfast like clockwork to pick Black up and drive him around all day.
However, he was early this morning. Foreman was like a doormat that Black walked all over. Although Foreman was his best friend and right hand man, he didn’t get the same respect in the streets as Black did. Black was spending old money from when he was hustling back in the 1990s when he lived in Jersey City, New Jersey but he needed someone like his young son Landon to keep him updated with the new era.
Black loved the way the streets respected Landon and feared him too. Secretly, Foreman resented him for passing down their operation they built together to Landon. I noticed how Forman would act whenever Landon was around and I wondered if Black noticed it for himself. I felt like he had been by Black’s side since they were kids and he deserved everything as well but I guessed there were some things in the drug game I wouldn’t understand and that's why I stayed in my place.
Surprisingly, Landon walked inside of the dining room with him. I was shocked to see those two together being that Foreman was still feeling salty about Black’s decision. He took a seat next to Mason with both hands folded into one another and Landon sat at the head of the table across from Black.
He briefly stared into each of our faces as he looked around the table, then to his father. He always chose his words wisely. Without saying a word, he sipped from the glass Teresa placed before him.
“Landon, son, what can I do for you?” Black said briefly.
“We need to talk.”
Black nodded his head, letting him know he understood and then signaled for me to excuse myself from the table like I was some type of pet you train to do as you command. I heard Foreman whisper something before I exited myself from the dining room.
I peeked around the corner, listening to Black’s conversation. As I eavesdropped I made sure Mason stayed in the living room across the hall. I listened intensively but nothing seemed to hold my attention. I was getting ready to walk away when I heard Black mention he was having a VIP party tonight down at Black Diamonds.
“Boss, Jacques Hendrix will be arriving soon. He is staying at the MGM Hotel downtown and he is looking for a spot to chill. His rep says he was looking to come out to Black Diamonds tonight but wants no paparazzi or news reporters. He has Floyd Mayweather, Future, and French Montana with him. Black this could be big for us and he’s talking $70,000. We the only club on the strip of Las Vegas catering to the streets,” Foreman said to Black.
“Set it up,” Black told him.
“No problem, boss,” Foreman said to him.
“Son, what’s on your mind?” Black asked as he looked over at Landon.
“Last night somebody killed my little brother. But I didn’t come
I sat at the table in silence. It was hard to enjoy my breakfast knowing that when it was over I had to sit in my room bored or entertain Black. It was killing me inside to know that Black wasn’t going to acknowledge my birthday. He could have just said happy birthday and I would have been fine with that.
“Senora, are you okay?” Teresa repeated.
“Yes, sorry, I had zoned out for a second. Thank you for breakfast. It’s so delicious. Can you put some more fruits on my plate?” I said to Teresa, handing her my plate I had barely touched.
“Mason, eat your food first and then you can drink your juice.” I looked over at him nervously.
Ding-dong. I was relieved hearing the doorbell ringing, because I knew it would be Black’s right hand man Foreman. Foreman came over every day after breakfast like clockwork to pick Black up and drive him around all day.
However, he was early this morning. Foreman was like a doormat that Black walked all over. Although Foreman was his best friend and right hand man, he didn’t get the same respect in the streets as Black did. Black was spending old money from when he was hustling back in the 1990s when he lived in Jersey City, New Jersey but he needed someone like his young son Landon to keep him updated with the new era.
Black loved the way the streets respected Landon and feared him too. Secretly, Foreman resented him for passing down their operation they built together to Landon. I noticed how Forman would act whenever Landon was around and I wondered if Black noticed it for himself. I felt like he had been by Black’s side since they were kids and he deserved everything as well but I guessed there were some things in the drug game I wouldn’t understand and that's why I stayed in my place.
Surprisingly, Landon walked inside of the dining room with him. I was shocked to see those two together being that Foreman was still feeling salty about Black’s decision. He took a seat next to Mason with both hands folded into one another and Landon sat at the head of the table across from Black.
He briefly stared into each of our faces as he looked around the table, then to his father. He always chose his words wisely. Without saying a word, he sipped from the glass Teresa placed before him.
“Landon, son, what can I do for you?” Black said briefly.
“We need to talk.”
Black nodded his head, letting him know he understood and then signaled for me to excuse myself from the table like I was some type of pet you train to do as you command. I heard Foreman whisper something before I exited myself from the dining room.
I peeked around the corner, listening to Black’s conversation. As I eavesdropped I made sure Mason stayed in the living room across the hall. I listened intensively but nothing seemed to hold my attention. I was getting ready to walk away when I heard Black mention he was having a VIP party tonight down at Black Diamonds.
“Boss, Jacques Hendrix will be arriving soon. He is staying at the MGM Hotel downtown and he is looking for a spot to chill. His rep says he was looking to come out to Black Diamonds tonight but wants no paparazzi or news reporters. He has Floyd Mayweather, Future, and French Montana with him. Black this could be big for us and he’s talking $70,000. We the only club on the strip of Las Vegas catering to the streets,” Foreman said to Black.
“Set it up,” Black told him.
“No problem, boss,” Foreman said to him.
“Son, what’s on your mind?” Black asked as he looked over at Landon.
“Last night somebody killed my little brother. But I didn’t come
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