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𝗢𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗴𝘆𝗶 𝗹𝗲𝗲| "sevyn" (Cuh-Nah-gee) —––
"This my last time telling you, " Omari says taking a pull from his blunt looking at the frightened man in front of him." My money better be in my hand by the end of the week or that's ya' ass" he huffed out a cloud of white smoke. He spoke in a calm tone but it caused the same amount of fear as if he yelled.
"I'm gon have it sevyn, I swear " the man visibly gulps. He knew he didn't deserve mercy, his boss was generous; he paid the workers enough to take care of a family and ensure their safety, but he was greedy.
That would be his downfall.
"Get me my shit and make it quick" sevyn dismisses him, watching the man trip over himself trying to get out of the door. There was nothing more Omari hated than liars and he had been dealing with this one since last week.
At this point, he was just being generous with the deadline.
"I would've offed him" His best friend, key, spoke walking in.
"I need my money first " Omari replies putting out his blunt before licking his lips.
" come with me fa this drop real quick " he plops down on the brown leather sofa.
"Bitch don't order me " sevyn yawns before asking where it's at.
"Right by the shop, I ain't think you would agree to it, " key says walking out the office.
"I already needed to drive around and check them workers on the block " he shrugs pulling up his pants before following key out of his office.
"They can't focus for shit," key says hoping in the passenger seat.
Sevyn nods thinking about how exhausted he was. This is the third week he's gone with only a few hours of sleep, so far he's been running off of twenty minutes naps.He'd been working every day too, making sure the blocks straight and everything's running smoothly with business.
He owned two buildings, one being a daycare for low-income families and the other being a barbershop that was previously owned by his grandfather.
He was also the best drug supplier in all of Illinois. If you needed drugs to be transported without a trace his crew was the one you call. everyone knew of him but few actually knew him.
Most feared him, his name was one often put in warnings as if he was a legend . It was certainly one, people knew to not disrespect.
"Aight i'ah be back," key says getting out the car to walk towards the broken down brown-colored home.
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The familiar olive green painted walls filled with African paintings greet him as he walks into his childhood home.
"Grandma, what I tell you about leaving your doors unlocked?" He tells his grandma walking into the kitchen.
"Boy don't be coming in my house like that" she pops him the spatula.
"Almost gave me a heart attack " she dramatically adds pulling him into a hug.
"Hm Whatchu got cooking for me ?" Omari says looking into the pot when she leaves the kitchen.
"Get outta my pot boy" she scolds from the living room kicking off her slippers.
"Where pops at ?" He asks grabbing a row of Ritz crackers out the pantry after drying his hands on a kitchen towel.
"He ain't doing nothing but sleeping, with his old ass" she mumbles the last part reclining back the seat.
In all the years Omari has been around his grandparents he noticed they truly do mess with each other like best friends throughout their marriage but at the end of the day they are each other's hearts in human form.
Although he wouldn't tell anyone, He wished to have a love like that someday.
Someone he could not only love but confide in and get the same treatment back but as the saying goes; good things come to those who wait.
"You been talking to your sister?"she asked before asking for the mote control to turn on 'in living color' reruns.
"She's good, said she's looking for a job but she been taking care of herself" Omari tells her thinking about his older sister.
"Mary when the food gon be ready? Leaving a man starving" pops walks in rubbing his stomach.
"Whatchu doing in my house boy "he sucks his teeth at Omari when he sees him.
"Worry bout yourself "sevyn slaps his neck.
"Boy, I oughtta—" he raised his hand to hit him.
"Dinner's ready"nana calls out cutting him off, both hurrying up to take a seat at the table.
"Whatchu gonna be up to this week?" Pops asks biting into a rib.
"I gotta hire some people and then Ima take some days off," he tells him sipping some water.
"And you staying off those streets?" They both question.
"I run them so it all comes back to me, it's not like Ima corner boy i'ah be fine" he waves them off placing his glass down.
They were basically his parents so it was understandable why they were concerned but Omari never let the street life get to his head and make him cocky. He knew at the end of the day, we all bleed the same color.
"Why won't you just stop?" His grandmother sighed
Omari didn't like what he did,but he did like the money that came with it.If he wanted to , he could stop and be set for life and then some.A part of him craved the danger.he wanted the rush, when he went on these missions , he felt like he had a purpose.
"I'll be fine meemaw" he reassured her like everytime they had this conversation.
Not wanting to stress them out anymore , he excuses himself from the table and puts his dish in the sink.
"Aight I'll see y'all later " he hugs them and walks out the house.
He hopped in his car and connected his phone to the aux through Bluetooth. Award tour by tribe called quest beginning to play as he makes his way to his crib.
