Solange's POV
I flung the cold covers over me & relaxed. A whole day of working at my salon. I can finally get some sleep. As I was about to close my eyes, the man of the hour knocked on my window. I lazily got up & opened the window for him. I got back in the bed & flung the covers over me again.
"What? No kiss or hug?"
"I'm tired."
Michael took off his hat & sat it on the chair "your too tired to help your man out on something?"
I raised my head up in concerned "like what?"
"Oh, I have to make some samples for uptown & i was wondering if you wanna come along & help me?"
I paused for a minute "hell no" I put the covers over my head "definitely not."
He sucked his teeth "come on baby please."
"Nope."
I heard his footsteps approaching my bed. The other side of the bed felt heavy. I peeked above the covers to reveal Michael staring at me with those magnificent eyes of his.
"Would you stop staring at me?"
"Not until you agree to come along with me."
"Michael, i've been on my feet all day today. I just wanna sleep please."
He pouted "but I need your help baby."
I groaned in frustration. He won't go away unless I say yes. I sighed finally giving up "fine, give me a minute."
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We pulled up at the same spot we packed the last samples. After preparing & being secure, we started sampling.
"I thought I told you no."
He laughed "but you did it anyway."
"I guess I have no choice anymore."
"I promise you, this will get us big money & deepen our relationship. We're gonna be the next bonnie & clyde."
I rolled my eyes "I don't know about that but our relationship is important. I guess this is somehow helping" I paused for a second "you know helping you dealing with drugs."
"Be honest" he said looking at me causing me to put down the bag "do you enjoy helping me out?"
"Its not something that i'll do everyday but as long its with you then I love it."
He chuckled "you wanna know how I got started?"
I shook my head yes. This should be very interesting. He took a deep breath before speaking "I never told anyone this before. When I was eighteen, I was mostly out in the streets looking for a hustle. Running errands for people, mowing loans basically anything to get a dollar. One day, I ran into this man while getting some stuff for this old lady. He told me his name was "Big Poppa" & asked me if I wanted a job. Of course i said yes but what he didn't tell me was that I was gonna be selling crack on the block. I made my first bought in front of the corner store, it was a solid $100 dollar bill. The sells continued like that for months but afterwards I started doing more malicious things. Big poppa called me one day telling me he wanted me to come along with him to do some important business. A guy bought crack from big poppa & never payed him back so instead of just beating him up a little. I had to kill him."
I gasped in shock "you killed the poor guy?"
"I had too, I didn't have a choice. It was either that or get killed my self. After I killed that man, I didn't feel right afterwards. I always felt like the police was gonna get me at anytime. Like they was gonna pop out at any second & arrest me. But Poppa told me not to worry about anything like that because it shows my weakness. That man taught me a lot of things my whole life. Took care of me & treated me like I was his son. But that didn't last long. The police finally got ahold of him. I was all alone again. Then, I started selling drugs on my own" he sighed "that's how I got started."
"Wow, that was a very i-interesting story Michael."
"Yeah, I've done some really crazy shit in my life that you wouldn't probably believe."
Why is my curiosity killing me right now? I wanna know more but I can't forced him to tell me. I'll just wait until he's ready to tell me. I want this relationship to be perfect.
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