*Wednesday*
12:00 a.m. PST
The crew arrived in San Francisco and Layz just would not shut up. "Man I wish we was stayin' longer son. The bitches in this place, my God! Even the white girls lookin' right."
"Layz." Dino sighed. "From the bottom of my heart, please shut the fuck up."
Layz sucked his teeth. "See this is why its bad to travel wit niggas that got girls. Always wanna mess up yo flow."
"Yeah but you been sayin' the same thing ever since you woke up from the plane." Smoke sighed.
"A is that true?" Layz asked.
Aaron just ignored him, looking around for the person Prince told him to look for. "I don't know but I could care less. Where is this nigga?" Aaron asked.
They made it to the exit of the airport and that's when Aaron saw the guy. He looked exactly like his picture. Black hair, bluetooth earpiece in his ear, olive skin tone and brown eyes. His eyes landed on him and a smile appeared and he walked up to Aaron, hand outstretched. "Are you Aaron?"
He nodded and shook the guy's outstretched hand. "You suppose to be James?"
He nodded, smile still prominent. "If y'all would file in. Mr. Mosey is waiting for you."
He pointed to the Maybach that was surrounded by a bunch of other dudes. They came up to them and grabbed their luggage, making Layz uncomfortable. "Hol the fuck on man. Ion trust these niggas."
James chuckled. "It would be best Mr. Miller. Cops are a lot harsher on the West Coast."
Layz glared that nigga down but eventually let go. "Man fuck this shit."
They all filed in, James closing the door. He tapped the roof and the car started moving. "So I understand that you guys came here to pick up a specific package. Now I don't work for your supplier-"
"I knew this nigga was a opp." Layz pulled out his gun, pointing it at James.
James raised an eyebrow, not flinching. He turned to Aaron. "Is he always this paranoid?"
Aaron sighed and turned to Layz. "Man put that shit away. So who you work for?"
"We were hired by Mr. Sidorov to ensure that your package gets home wit you." He answered.
Layz lowered his gun, tucking it again. "Damn why you ain't just say so?"
"We were in a public place Mr. Miller." James sighed. "Believe it or not, your boss is very respected but has enemies here as well. Black and Gold Crew's reputation is very well known. That is why you will be staying in Mr. Mosey's house for the time being."
Aaron nodded. "That makes sense. Prince told me not to book anything but the ticket."
James nodded. "Mr. Wilson's intelligence once again impresses me."
"Do you know Prince personally?"
He nodded. He pulled back his suit jacket, pulled up his shirt to show a scar. "There was a shootout at the beach, and I caught one. He pulled me up and took me to the hospital. He made this woman stay by my side while he handled my paperwork. I don't know how, but I was given the best care. I could've lost my life that day if it wasn't for him. So when Mr. Mosey was looking for new clients, I vouched for him. That is how BGC's money is guaranteed cleaning by us."
"Oh shit." Dino chuckled. "How long ago was that?"
James fixed his clothes. "About 2 years ago."
"Damn. The last time he was here, he was on his honeymoon..." Layz trailed off. "Wait."

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Black and Gold (Mafia Series #1)
RomancePrinceton 'Prince' Wilson. Head and Face of the BGC. Been in the streets since he was 10 years old and has created an empire that no one dares to mess with: the Black and Gold Crew. Not only is this homie street smart, he's book smart too. And he ma...