I tucked her in & fluffed her pillow. "I'm making sure everything is right for you. Your symptoms have gotten worse."
She coughed "I know."
"Did you take your medicine?"
"Yeah, I popped those pills. I've been popping pills for months now!"
"Well you have to continue popping pills until you feel better. Otherwise, you wouldn't be sick."
"I think its that cigarettes that's doing this to me."
"Well you were smoking like crazy at the crazy party. I told you to slow down a bit but you was too drunk!"
"Oh really? How drunk?"
"You were to' up!"
She laughed "girl you crazy."
The door bell rang interrupting out little moment. I went downstairs & opened the door.
"Solange!"
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I shut the door immediately but it was forced open by Michael's strength. He came inside with a anger expression.
"Get out!"
"I need to talk too you."
"We don't have nothing to talk about."
"Please, Solange!"
"Get out, Michael!"
He frowned "what the fuck is your problem?"
"My problem is you being in my presence."
"Is this about the body you saw? I can explain."
"There's nothing for you too explain, Michael. I need you to get out now. Mama red is upstairs resting, I don't need you to be around here causing madness."
"Solange, please." He pulled me closer to him. I pushed him away.
"Go Michael!"
"Well, can I ask you this one question?"
I groaned "what is it?"
"I want you to be in."
"What does that mean?"
"I want us to do this together. Be a team & make a name for ourselves but the right way."
"You want me to sell drugs?"
"As crazy as that sounds, but yes."
"Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind?!"
"Solange, this could be a big opportunity for us. We could make millions or possibly billions. We could be rich as hell."
"I'm doing completely fine with my hair salon."
"Soon enough that won't last long. Don't you have a backup plan?"
"I don't need a backup plan!"
"Solange!"
"If you wake up mama red, I swear."
He grabbed my face & smashed his lips onto mines. I tried to push him off me again but he's bigger then me. We went against the wall still kissing.
"Solange, I need you."
"I don't want to sell drugs."
"You've already helped me pack them. You might as well, help me sell them."
"But mama red?"
"Mama red won't know about it."
I rubbed my forehead in frustration. He wants me to sell drugs with him! It was bad enough to help him pack them but sell them? That's above the line.
"Michael, I don't want drugs interfering with my salon work."
"It won't, I promise you won't. You'll be making twice the amount that you make at the salon. This is fast money, baby."
"I don't know."
"Solange!"
I groaned "let me think!"
"Okay! How about this instead? I have a sell at the projects & they're paying me $20k for it. Come do this round for me & hopefully you'll go down this road with me."
"Road?"
"Yes, road. What do you say?"
"Alright."
He kissed me again "I promise, you won't get caught."
