Cash Rules Everything Around Me

Chapter Two

"Nigga is you dumb?"

   What I thought I was gonna see it wasn't that at all. She stood at about 4'11 with double d's long red weave to her ass. Bright red braces that complimented the deep dimples in her cheeks and the freckles all over her smooth honey colored skin. She had extremely long hood rat nails and big ass bamboo earrings that was bout the size of her head.

She sucked her teeth so hard it sounded like a smack.

"There's only 2 other people driving 2011 BMWs with tinted windows and silver chrome 22's. So you must be the asshole who bumped my brother last night." She had her hands on her hips and I just bit my lip checking her out.

     Shorty was slick gorgeous. She was thick as fuck which wasn't normally my thing but she wore it well. And everything was big on her not just one thing.

"Yo my bad. We started off on the wrong foot. My name is Kash and yours?" I reached my hand out to shake hers.

"Kaiyo." She rolled her eyes as she shook it.

"The fuck kinda name is that?"

"Nigga my moms is into that Japanese shit. Always has been. I'd ask what kinda name Kash is but I guess it fits you."

     I gave her a hard look that she didn't back down from that lowkey made my dick hard. It only took for a car to start beeping for me to snap out of my intense ass trance.

"Put ya number in my phone Ma. Ima text you later."

    She sucked her teeth again typing her number into my blackberry and got back in her car as if the exchange never happened. It caught me off guard cause I wasn't used to this type of shit. No flirting involved or nothing she didn't even bother really looking at me which struck me as odd. But fuck it though a nigga had got the number.

      To the house I went whistling and laughing. The fucking books that write about niggas like me make our life seem so dramatic and glamorous but truth is nigga it's not. My life was extremely fucking boring cause I was the head nigga in charge. My only roll was to create and expand and make examples out of dumb niggas. You'd be surprised how many dumb ass niggas get into this career field.

    My phone rang taking me outta deep thought it was my dad. Big bad Kane Greene. The head nigga in charge. His plan was to birth 3 kings of the family trade he birthed his big 3 but his third real loose ass cannon. The name fit him. All three of us Chase, Me and Cannon. I know y'all thinking why yo brothers C's and you a K. I was the only one of the 3 to get Big K's signature chocolate skin and piercing blue eyes. I was supposed to be a junior but my mama said I needed to create my own legacy with my own name. But still if you ask any old head I am a spitting image of Kane just with tattoos.

"Little." His husky voice boomed.

"Big wassup?"

"Did you get that information?"

"No sir waiting on the collector."

      Without so much of a word he hung up. Somebody fucked up the counts again for either Chase or Cannon. I rolled my eyes starting the 2 hour ride to the Greene estate. Knowing Big was very much pissed off. Somebody was fucking up the money and he was gonna wanna know who some way some how.

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"Aye pops this shit ain't making no sense. How could we have missed this much?"

    I heard Chase and visualized him actually squinting his eyes at the marketing papers. And surely enough as I was turning the corner he was.

"Wassup Big" I said as I leaned on the doorway crossing my arms.

"Little." He gave a firm head nod as he continued sifting through paperwork.

      Cannon was always unhappy so the way he looked at me didn't surprise me in the slightest. Chase gave me a softer look as he shook his head.

"What took you so long?" He sighed and I gave him a dumb look.

"Ya know to be the smartest nigga out of all of us you say the dumbest shit."

    Kane shot us a dirty ass look.

"I told y'all mothers that y'all motherfuckers was gonna be difficult. They babies Kane they'll be different when they get older. Y'all are the biggest and I mean BIGGEST pains in my asses."

        I rolled my eyes when I heard him say that. My brothers were pains because they acted like their moms.

Ms. Cassie was smart as fuck took on a career as a doctor, she had Chase coddled so the only time he got to act like a normal black kid was around us growing up. The nigga went to private school, grew up in a lavish ass house in the upper east side and his god mother was a fashion consultant at Gucci.

Cannon's mom, Ms. Carla was a quiet yet extremely successful business woman. She owned a chain of hair salons and kept her appearance real clean cut and simple apparently my dad met her through simply taking one of his slabs to get her hair done. She was perfect let my dad tell it. Never raised her voice or even got out of character until she found out my dad got back with his forever girl.

My momma Keysha Renee Lock or as my dad called her the Key to his heart. My mama was dead the opposite of Ms. Cassie, Ms. Carla, shit even my dad. She had a naturally icy exterior and wasn't a fan of crowds. She was easy on the eyes and even scarier than Kane when she was upset. She was into fast money so she was a stripper that sold weed and boosted when she felt the need to. She was as hood as they came but wasn't impressed by my dad's lifestyle nor sweating the nigga when he wasn't around her. That behavior alone made her his favorite and long story short, they married each other and created an empire to pass on to the Greene boys.

"Anyways nigga where my mom I'm hungry. I know she gone feed me." I smacked my lips causing my dad to look up with the same eyes that matched mine.

"Getcha scrawny ass out my office she's upstairs little."

     I laughed sauntering out the office roaming the east wing of the estate looking for a staff member that could tell me where my mother was. A nigga was tired, hungry, and Big wasn't gonna let us leave any time soon so I'd be setting up camp in my room. At least here it was safe. We trusted each other no matter how much we got on each other's nerves.