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No flashback this chapter, but y'all need to read the flashbacks or you're gonna have questions, and I'm not gonna answer them.😊

And don't come for me if the translations are not all the way correct. Thank you.
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Kareem

When I do business, I do it alone. I'm not willing to take a chance of having somebody say the wrong shit and get my head blown off.

Especially Kaseem wild ass.

Even though the both of us have tempers and we like to fight, anybody that knows him would say that Kaseem was worse than me.

Depending on who you were, Kaseem didn't know what the hell a filter or respect was.

He ain't try that acting out shit with moms, pops, or any other of our older family because he knew they would knock his duck ass out.

And then him and Vanessa together... My goodness. That was a hot ass mess.

The car stopped in front of the gates that had become familiar to me in the past few years. There were two large, gold A's on the gates.

After a few seconds of speaking to the guard, the driver rolled up his window as the gates opened inward and began to drive up the long driveway.

After parking the car, my usual driver for my trips here got out from the driver seat and came around to open my door before allowing me to get out and then closing it back.

I was not an amateur, by far.

Hence the fact that this man had been inviting me to where he and his family lay their heads.

I was completely professional when I met with my connects. Eye contact, no phones, and I was always casket sharp.

Disrespect was something that I did not give out, especially since I wasn't for all the killing and shit. If I was to disrespect these men and women, they could have my head on a platter in the middle of their dining room table like a formal centerpiece and not give one fuck.

"Buenos dias, Alexander." I was greeted at the front door of the house by my Cuban connect, Alfonso's, wife. She was a short and petite lady who could cook her ass off and was probably one of the only people who could keep Alfonso cool.

I embraced her in a quick hug before releasing and following her towards the back of their big ass house where Alfonso's office was located.

This house was nice as hell, honestly. I wanted some shit like it in the near future.

"Estás siempre a tiempo," Alfonso spoke with a smirk, getting up from behind the large desk and coming around to shake my hand.

"No hay forma otra de ser," I replied before sitting down in one of the two chairs that sat in front of his desk.

He'd complimented me for being on time like he did every time that I came over to meet with him. I also believed in being on time, if not early. Promptness went along with respect.

Not even thirty minutes later, we were wrapping up our conversation about the transactions that were in the process.

"Los barcos llegarán el jueves. Tres de la mañana, su tiempo," I spoke, causing Alfonso to nod his head.

I preferred to switch up the ways that I delivered my shit each and every time because the feds are always watching. They would be extremely suspicious after seeing a black man leaving Cuba, by himself, on a private jet with several duffle bags that were most likely filled with money or drugs.

Also, Alfonso informed me that the feds were beginning to be more observant of him so if I was to make it easy for them to catch him, that was my life. Alfonso and his cartel played no games at all.

"Gracias por su negocio, Alexander." He reached into one of the drawers of his desk and pulled out a Manila folder.

Inside was the information to 2 different accounts that each had 500,000 in them.

I stopped doing that 'drop-the-load and leave-with-duffle bags' shit years ago. It's too dangerous.

As far as any mosey motherfucker knew, Alfonso was paying me for those expensive ass boats I was sending over and giving me my cuts from the hotels that he owns.

"Es un placer," I replied, nodding and shaking his hand before exiting the room with his wife in tow so she could let me out.

Getting into the car, I told my driver to take me back to my hotel so that I could pack up my shit and get back home to my lady and my daughter.

It had been a long 3 days.

*

When I pulled up to the house, Victoria's car was in the driveway. That confused me because even though it was a Monday, she was usually at the shop checking on stuff or running errands.

I unlocked the door, put in the alarm code and then closed and locked the door behind me.

It was quiet, which was odd.

I wasn't feeling this at all.

"Baby," I spoke, walking into the master bedroom and seeing her figure buried under the comforter.

I reached out and tried to pull the comforter from over her body since I thought she was sleep, but she snatched it back, "Leave me alone, Kareem."

My eyebrows furrowed at the sound of that.

Leave me alone.

I'm not understanding this shit.

"Victoria-"

"Kareem, I said leave me alone. P-please," she interrupted me, her tone of voice changing towards the end of her sentence indicating that she was about to cry.

That was not how I wanted my welcome home to be. But since Victoria was so stubborn, I needed advice from somebody that was probably just as stubborn as her.

Victor Marshall.
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"Why you showing up unannounced," Victor questioned as soon as he opened the front door of their house.

"My bad, it's urgent," I spoke honestly. I forgot to call first since I was in a wrecking my brain to find out what was going on with Victoria while speeding over.

Victor nodded his head towards the back of the house where his office was before walking in that direction.

I followed his lead.

"You thirsty?" Victor pointed to the mini refrigerator that sat in the corner of the room.

"No sir," I replied, and he nodded his head before taking a seat behind his desk, analyzing me, "So what's up?"

"Your daughter is what's up."

He raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his seat, "What's goin' on?"

"The night of her birthday I told her that I had to go out of town for a few days and she got a lil pissed about that. Then when I went to the house a few minutes ago, so was damn near a mute and kept brushing me off."

Victor was well aware of what I did that made me dirty money as well as what I did to flip the money and make it clean. He did not agree with my hustle at all, but he did say that he respected me for my honesty.

He also said to make sure that I keep his daughter safe or he was gonna 'go ham'.

Victor furrowed his eyebrows before picking up his iPhone 6s Plus and clicking the home button. He gnawed at his bottom lip for a while before looking up at me.

"She ain't told you yet?"

"Told me what?"

"Well if she ain't tell you, what's makes you think I will?"

"You got a point," I spoke, nodding.

"All I'm gonna say is that she needs you. And if you have to pry to get the answers that you need, do that because this is a sensitive topic for my child."

Gnawing at the inside of my cheek, I nodded, mentally preparing myself for what I was about to go through with Victoria's stubborn ass.

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I hope y'all didn't think I was gonna give it up that easy. I wanna take this story slower than what I have been.

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