Anthony(Ghost)
I checked my phone every now and then just in case Nae texts or calls. It was late as hell though, so I assume she's sleep. I honestly didn't want to leave her alone but I had to handle shit here. But to make sure she's good, I FaceTimed her. It rung and rung until it said she's unavailable.
"Yeah she sleep." I say to myself.
"Ya shorty?" My homie Freddy says, chuckling.
He one of my people who moves shit out here and in Philly for me while I'm in Chicago. Been homies since grade school. First time seeing him since I left here a few years back. We communicated by phone whenever I was shipping him shit. He also good for getting information as well as a few other homies of mines.
But since I'm here, I can grab my shit myself. I had half a mill worth of product shipped to him, so he getting my bread situated. He had one more duffel to give me, so one of his young niggas was here to drop it off. Then had this lil nigga and one of his girls counting it out.
"Yeah." I answered, watching them set aside what they counted.
"That's wassup." He nods. "But I got word that some niggas from Mexico goin to LA then coming here in a week. You tryna get some shit movin through Mexico?"
"Got they names?" I ask.
"Only the nigga I believe is in charge, Pedro." He shrugs.
Wouldn't be the first time some new people come here to expand when word get out that it's booming in the states. They don't just come here to site see, they came to find out who running shit.
But I got most of every city in New York in my hands. Anything they think they finna move or start will get back to me. I only got a few small cities in California I got on lock and same for Philly. I always start off small and make my way to the big cities. Same goes for Atlanta, which I'm going to in a few months. Greatness takes time.
"Heard they also going to them big night clubs in the Bronx and in Queens. He says and I sighed. "I've yet to see the nigga who runs those motherfuckas."
"Big Rod." I simply say.
"Yoo, deadass?" Freddy stopped rolling his blunt and looked at me. I nodded and he shook his head. "Damn. You met him before?"
"Not by choice." I say. "We crossed paths."
"Word? I heard a few things about him also." Freddy says and I looked at him.
"Like what?"
"Nigga dangerous to fuck wit. He got alotta connection in the states and some of the damn police departments and shit on his pay roll. But he got enemies as well. Since he retired, supposedly he got a hit out on em'. I'm talkin' millions." He explains.
I frowned, hearing this. This nigga got a bounty on his head. I should be the last person to have this information since I can get to him easily. Thanks to Nae.
And the nigga not retired, he just don't move heavily like he use to. Just like he say he's watching me, I'm watching him. I know he got niggas tryna keep tabs on Nae and me. I peeped them the moment we got in the air port. But I lost them once I switched cars. Imma switch my shit again.
"Oh yeah?" I said making a mental note to get more information on that.
"Hell yeah. But you say they owned by Big Rod then that explains why I never see him then. Nigga known for having other people running his shit for him."
"I never been to the nigga clubs, but I do know he fly in and visit them every couple of months." I stated. "But about that hit he got, it's probably true. His crib was shot up not too long ago. Shit was all over the news.
"Damnn. I see. Well imma look more into it all that shit and let you know wassup fasho." He says and I nodded.
"We done." Freddy girl said, sighing. "But it's 5k missing."
"Five bands? You sure?" Freddy ask her and she nods.
"You saw us count it, didn't you?" She says with an attitude. "5k is missing."
I looked at the nigga who sells for him, and learned his name is Walt. "Well yo ass fucking miscounted." He says, raising his voice at her.
"Yo, lower ya fuckin tone in my shit nigga." Freddy said to him. "And you, lose the fucking attitude and go get the counter." He said to the girl.
She stood up and went into a room and came back out with a money counter machine. She went right to putting stacks of money in just to make sure it's all there again.
"It's all there bro. I swear." Walt said watching her place each rack in as it counted up.
"Then you ain't got nun to worry about." I simply say to him and he looks nervously at me.
I never had no problems when it came to collecting my shit from Freddy. This will be his first time some came up short with his people so imma give the lil nigga Walt the benefit of the doubt.
This was a duffle of fifty thousand for this lil nigga. Freddy told me, these niggas be wanting to sell more to get paid more. Freddy also told me they said they could do it each time they asked for more to sell. Regardless, he gone have a rude awakening if it's actually short.
"If it's short, you know what that means, right?" Freddy said to him.
"It's all there bro! She can't count!" Walt says.
"But the money machine can, so if it's short, do you know what that means?" He repeats standing next to him. Walt looked nervously from Freddy then back at the girl.
This was Freddy responsibility to make sure this shit straight. So anything short or out of order effects his thirty percent. Regardless if this a small duffle and if he the homie, he knows I don't play about my bread and I know he don't play about his.
We watched her get to the last stacks of twenties. She already counted forty five thousand and it was set aside in rows of five thousand. She placed each stack in the money counter one by one and watch it count up. It reached five thousand, meaning everything was there.
"See!" Walt says, sighing.
"Sorry." The girl shrugged. "I must've been going too fast." She says to Freddy.
"Or like he said, yo ass can't count." Freddy glared at her. "You can gone upstairs now." He dismissed her and she walked out the living room, leaving us.
Freddy placed all the money back in the duffle and handed to me. I went through it and placed his cut in a duffle and handed it to him.
"Preciate it." He says as we shook up. "Sorry for the wait."
"All good. Imma holla you." I say heading to the door.
Making my way to the car, I glanced around the neighborhood and it was no one around outside. It was dead silent. I opened my trunk and threw the duffles in. I had a few more stops to make and then I can head back to the hotel.
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I pulled into a twenty four hour gas station, and parked in front of a tank. I glanced around, watching my surroundings as I hopped out. I locked my car door and walked into the store.
Walking to the snack section, I got Nae some of her favorite snacks. I got what I wanted and headed to the front.
I sat everything on the counter and the clerk scanned everything. I noticed about three niggas and a shorty walking in, heading to the back. I looked outside the door and there was four different cars at pumps. Looking in the mirror above me, I watched them.
"21.10." The clerk said and I handed him three twenty dollar bills.
"30 on one. Keep the change." I say, grabbing my bag. He nodded and I headed for the door, walking out to my car.
I glanced around as I sat my bag in the passenger seat. I see that they all parked at the pumps closest to mine. An older looking nigga was leaning on the front of his car, talking to another nigga. They was watching me as I filled my tank. My gun was on my hip so I was prepared for anything.
Soon, the other niggas and shorty came out the store with bags and I watched them head to their cars. They glanced at me then away from me but shorty was eyeing me down as she got in the car.
"Wassgood?" The older nigga say to me.
I just stared at him, waiting for this shit to fill up already. I wasn't friendly, especially when I'm being watched. They started chuckling, talking amongst themselves.
One of cars on pump two door opens and a nigga hopped out, walking around to lean on his passenger door. He glared back at me.
More than five, I made a mental note.
This nigga was leaning on his passenger door and was eyeing my whip hard. He was even trying to look in the windows. I'll be damned if I get robbed right now. Not with all this bread on me. But these nigga don't look broke since they got diamond chains and Rolex's on.
Dude moved from his car, easing his way to the front of my car from a distance, looking.
"Fuck is you lookin' at?" I ask him, putting the pump back and closing my tank.
"You, nigga." He spat.
This nigga looked like he wanted to do something so I'm watching him closely like I'm watching the rest. "Whatchu wanna do?" I say glaring at him.
"Yo chill B." The older nigga said to him and this nigga sucked his teeth. "We don't need shit to go left. Y'all done here? Cause we out." He said to him.
"Hell nah we ain't." He said still glaring at me. From the corner of my eye, two police cars pulled into the lot.
They hopped out, three white male cops and one Hispanic lady, and they was looking at us. "How's it going guys." One of the male cops asked.
"Nigga get in the car. Let's ride out." Old dude said sternly to the nigga who felt froggy. He wasted no time going back to his car and hopping in. The rest followed suit and they drove off.
One of the officers talked into his radio on his shoulder while his eyes followed their cars leaving. Most likely he called more cops to whatever road them niggas was going down.
Shit here seem like it's getting more and more hectic. This shit just made me wonder who they run wit. I know they knew who I was just from how they was acting.
"You alright sir?" He asked me.
"I'm great." I say walking to my driver side.
"Mind if I ask you a few questions?" He says taking steps towards me.
"Hell naw. And don't walk up on me." I say mugging him as I open my door.
"Hey! No need to be hostile." The other male cop said. Just wanna know what was going on here?"
"Hey! Get back in ya wagon and shut yo ass up." I shot back at him, getting in my car. "Shittin me."
I started up my car and drove off, headed to the my next stop. My phone begin vibrating and I glanced at it. Kev was calling me so I answered, putting it on speaker.
"What?" I answered.
"Nigga it's yes sir." He say, chuckling.
"Fuck outta hea."
"I got the drop on some of Kanes people. They work under that Nigga Vito now. But I know where the rest of the niggas who shot at us spots at. Imma go say hi."
I shook my head. This nigga stupid. "Ight bet. Keep a eye on the Vito nigga."
"Fasho. And nigga why you ain't run it by me that you was taking my sis out there witchu?"
"What I tell you bout questioning me?" I joked.
"Fuck outta here nigga. Her pops questioning me like I know shit so I'm asking questions now. Shit." He says making me chuckle.
"The nigga got bigger shit to worry about than what Nae doing." I say remembering the hit out on his head.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'll fill you in when I come back." I say.
"Ight." He says and he hung up.
As I came to my next location, I parked and hopped out. Checking my surroundings, I made my way up the steps and searched my keys for the right one to the door. I immediately grew concerned as I hear crying from somewhere in this house. Finding the key, I unlocked the door and walked in.
All eyes came to me as they jumped, reaching for they gun I assume. They greeted me with a head nod and I did the same. They had women by they sides as well, smoking.
The homie Jordan I left in charge came from the back of the house. Crying was coming from upstairs, making me glance up at them. It definitely sounded like a girl crying like that.
"Wassup G. Long time no see." He say as we dapped each other.
"Wasgood." I say.
"When you get out here?" He ask.
"Few days ago. Just making my rounds while I'm here." I say just as the screaming got louder, making me frown.
"Heardju." He nodded. "Well yo package ain't finish yet G, but it'll be ready due date." He says.
"Coo. Who upstairs?" I ask not liking what I'm hearing right now.
"Shawn and his shorty, ion be tryna get in that shit." Jordan answer, shaking his head.
Homies I leave in charge of my spots out here, they free to do whatever as long as shit is in order and I get my bread. But from what I'm hearing and seeing right now, it's not. Niggas is being sloppy and lazy right now.
Loud hard bumps was heard along with more crying coming from upstairs. Everyone was acting oblivious to what I know they ass can hear.
Music begin to play and I knew it was to drown out what's happening upstairs. But even after that you can still hear it faintly.
"Cut that shit off." I say loudly over the music to them and one of the niggas quickly turned it back off.
"Wassup G?" He says and the bumps like somebody getting slammed was vividly heard again.
"Yo, yall gone act like y'all don't hear dat shit. Fuck is he doing to her?" I asked them.
"They fight like that." He shrugged. "Ain't our bidness you feel me." One of them responds and I mugged them.
"Shit that goes on here is you niggas business. Fuck is you here for? To lay up? You can hear this shit outside. People over here hear this shit they'll call the police. Blow my whole shit up and if that happens we got an issue." I say.
"Fuck I'm putting you in charge for, if you can't handle shit." I say to Jordan. These niggas do whatever he allows so this shit falls back on him.
"C'mon now G. ehh'thang run smoothly. You get yo bread on time regardless of what happens. I just ain't gettin in they relationship."
"So why them niggas here wit it?" I snapped back.
I made my way up the stairs, following shorty cries. It came from a bedroom that's in the back of the house. Hearing clearly now, this nigga Shawn was talking crazy to her as she pleaded for him to stop whatever he was doing to her.
I tried opening the door but it was locked. I begin beating on the door. It quickly swung open, revealing a fucked up sight.
Shorty was on the floor crying and leaking heavily from the mouth and nose. Her eye and mouth was swollen and her clothes was nearly ripped up. Just from her shirt being ripped and showing her stomach, you can see the bruises on her shit. He was beating this girl like she a nigga.
"Fuck is wrong witchu?" I glared angrily at him. His whole demeanor changed once he sees it's me. Looking like a deer caught in headlights. "Fuck is you beating shorty like that? In my shit. Are you dumb?"
"Nah G, her and I got some personal shit going on—"
"Nigga this a place of business. Ain't shit personal allowed here." I cut him off.
"You right G. This bitch cheating and giving my money I give to her to niggas. I ain't tolerating that."
With quickness, shorty ran towards me and crouched against the wall in the hallway behind me. I felt bad for her honestly.
"Nigga and ion tolerate domestic violence. The bitch doing you crazy, drop her and find a better one." I say. My blood was boiling right now.
I turned around to look at the girl as she was silently crying still, staring at the ground. I wasn't dippin while she still in this nigga presence. I had some for his ass for this shit.
Jordan was heading my way. "Damn." He say with wide eyes, seeing how shorty was looking.
"Have one of them niggas take ha to a hospital or some." I say to him.
"Heardju." He say turning back around and going back downstairs.
"Fuck dat bitch bruh." He waved her off, sitting down and begin rolling a blunt.
I glared back at him. "Ion fuck wit you puttin my shit here in jeopardy over no girl, so imma need you to bounce."
"Over this bird ass bitch? G dead ass?"
"Nah, you disrespectin my shit. You lucky I ain't drop you whea you standin."
I see one of the dudes who was in the living room walking towards us. "Let's go." He said to the girl. She got up and walked ahead of him.
The shit I have to deal with. I see so much shit its ridiculous. I never respected niggas who put they hands on women. So I'm not about to start now.
I walked away heading back downstairs. I see Jordan sitting on the couch smoking still. "The nigga needa be out my shit. And have my shit ready next week."
"Heardju." He nodded.
I walked out, heading back to my car. After I sent a message to a few homies of mines to handle this nigga, I made my way back to the hotel. Leave Harlem for lil bit and come back to bullshit is wild. Too much money is being made for fuck shit like this to be happening when I ain't here. Might have to move back out here for a lil bit or some shit, but some shit needs to change soon.
Making back to the hotel, I headed up to the room. I used my key card to get in. I closed the door shut behind me, locking it. The lights was off, but the tv was on SpongeBob. Nae was sleeping on her side, her phone in hand, and her water bottle next to her. I grabbed the water bottle and placed it on the night stand along with her phone.
Sitting my keys on the table, I went to pick out clothes then shower. After, I got dressed and brushed my teeth, I turned the lights out. A nigga was dumb tired.
I grabbed the remote turning the tv off, then I laid down and put the covers on me halfway. Nae was shifting on her side and then I felt her come closer to me. She laid her head on my chest, and wrapped her arm around me. Her little snores started as I pulled the covers over her.
She was gone be here at the hotel for the rest of the day. I already knew what I wanted to do so imma need a lil help and time doing it. But as long as it makes her happy in the end, I'm good.
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