I woke up to thirty missed calls.
I reached for the remote, turning the TV volume down before calling the number back. Andre answered on the first ring.
"Damn, what the fuck you want, nigga?" I asked, still half asleep.
"Get yo ass up," Andre snapped. "We gotta head outta town, get these deliveries moving, then slide to Club Green Door and meet Josh."
"Man, fuck Josh."
"Nigga, get up. We still got business to handle."
"Aight, give me about an hour."
"Bet."
I tossed my phone onto the bed and walked into the bathroom, turning the shower on. While the water heated up, I stood in front of my closet trying to figure out what to wear.
Too many choices.
I called for Marta, my maid.
"Can you help me please? It's too much."
She laughed at me before stepping into the closet to look through my clothes. I couldn't even lie — she was good at this.
She picked out a white-and-red True Religion shirt, some all-white True Religion jeans, a red True Religion belt, and my red Margielas.
I smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek, but she frowned.
I already knew what she wanted.
I grabbed a stack of hundred-dollar bills and handed it to her. She tucked the money into her bra before walking out the room.
I smirked, shaking my head before heading to the shower.
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True To The Game
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