We approached the tall glass building and stared at it in awe. We had buildings, but this place was miraculous.
The inside was completely designed with holographic windows, and screens spread across the room. Women in tight white crop tops and pencil skirts of all different ethnicity walked around the room completely unfazed by our presence.
A man in a black suit approach Me, Sai Hou, Layla, Leach and Niece. "Miss.Richauvi Mabioni?" The man says calling me by my full name. "Call me Queen." He nodded and led us all to the middle of the lobby, where there was an elevator. Once we got into the elevator, the man clicked on the button leading us to the 70thfloor. Leach eyed me and raised an eyebrow smiling. This guy had class.
Once the elevator doors open we enter a room with all silver and velvet red interior. A giant shark tank was built into the ceiling. The lights were slightly dimmed giving the room an ominous look.
"Right this way please." The man said leading us around a corner to a pair of black glass double doors. Once they opened, there sat a man on a long white couch in very casual Attire.
He wore a white and silver tank top showing of his muscles. Red cargo pants and Jordan 13s. A golden SnapBack sat backwards on his head, complemented by the gold jewelry he wore. A thick voluptuous woman sat in his lap wearing nothing but lace panties.
He slapped her on her ass and sent her away giggling.
"Welcome. You must be Richie?" He said, standing from the couch. He shook my hand and smiled. "And you must be Villain." He nodded. "In the flesh. And this must be your crew of Queens I see? Including my good friend Sai Hou." She gave him a slight nod but kept her face straight. Strictly business.
"Aye, I get it. Cut the small talk huh?" He asked smirking and immediately dropping the polite sophisticated tone he had at first. I raised an eyebrow and smirked a bit. "We just like to get things done." He chuckled and stood out of the way. "Well sit down." He said, motioning toward the couch.
We all sat and he laid back, cocking his foot up on the table in front. "This is a pretty casual setting for talking business." I said. He smiled deviously. "Shit well, I like to keep things comfortable."
I observed him for a moment. His entire demeanor was laid back, yet intimidating all at the same time. He seemed to be someone to come across as an asshole to some people. The way he carries himself as I've seen so far was oddly attractive in a sinister type of way. Off course thinking, but if I was to be involved with him any other way, it wouldn't be anything but a lustful BDSM scene. I could see it now...
"So, are we going to talk business or what?" He asked, getting to the matter at hand. It caused be to jump out of my wrongful thoughts. "Yea. What you got for me?" I asked, finally getting down to business. "Well, didn't Sai Hou tell you already." "She did, but I want to hear it from the horses mouth." He once again smiled, then nodded his head.
"Carlos!" He yelled, and in came a short Mexican man in a suit. "Bring my shit." He ordered, sending the man to the back of the room. When he came back, he held in his hand a brick of what was supposed to be Fish Scale cocaine. Villain pulled out a swiss blade and sliced the brick open, causing a bit of it to fall into the table. He sat up right, and scooped a bit of it onto the blade.
"This right here is what I got for you, Miss.Queen." He said matter-of-factly. He handed me the blade and I observed the product. It wasn't like regular cocaine. It was more flake instead of powder. "So what's so special about your fish scale?" I asked, setting the blade down. He raised an eyebrow. "You mean to tell me that a successful Queenpin like yourself, doesn't even know a good product when she sees one?" I smirked and chuckled him off. "No, I'm asking what's so special about your cocaine in particular. What makes you so special as to have the luxury of spreading your cocaine trough me?" He his grin became much larger as he laughed at my comment. I could see Niece raising both of her eyebrows from amusement.
"Your cocky." He says, finally calming down. "I like that. But to be real, i sell to many different cartels across the country. Each and everyone of them are about as successful as you are, but they wouldn't be anything without my product. You? I don't need you. A friend recommended your pin to me, so I agreed to check you out. My power reaches domains you don't even know exists lil mama, so if anything I should be asking you why you should have the luxury of receiving anything from me. Especially considering what you are, a Queenpin."
At that slick comment, I smiled to myself a bit. The underestimation of a woman running a drug trade is all too familiar to me. "What difference should it make whether or not I'm a female or male?" I asked, getting straight to it. "It makes a lot of difference." He said, slightly rolling his eyes and once again laying back.
"Women don't belong in this field, point blank period. If anything, you should be cooking cocaine or counting money, or running around here like these females I have fucking the crew for a bit of a rep. Since when did you ever hear of a Queenpin going down in history? Never. Because that just doesn't happen. You ladies in all seriousness need to step back and leave the real work to us. Yal don't do nothing but get in the way anyway." I looked to my side and noticed each of my members still straight faced. His words didn't phase them, and neither did it phase me. I would just have to set him straight.
"Well, it's a shame you feel that way. It shows your ignorance towards facts. I would like to point out that you said the Kingpins you worked with are just as successful as I am with you. Well, Villain, I am without you and doing just well myself. If you hadn't noticed, Houston is mine, and eventually every other part of Texas will be, and why not go after the whole country while I'm at it? Including your little establishment you got going on here. I got to the top With a crew full of females. The dudes in this pin don't do anything but the dirty mindless work, while we pulling the real strings. So before you tell me where a woman belongs, sit back and think about what good old Queen is doing right now. You really think we can't handle this?"
My challenging words caused him to practically jump out of his seat. Not in anger, but in excitement. "Fuck yea." He simply stated, standing to his feet. "I like you." He said. Me and the rest of my crew sat dumbfounded.
"I seriously enjoy hearing your cockiness. Its almost arousing. I'll work with you Queen, as long is you can promise to make me some type of profit, and prove everything I said wrong." We all just sat there, trying to contemplate what just happened. He held his hand out to me and we all stood up. "So, we got a deal?" He asked, smiling a glamorous smile. I shrugged, not knowing what else to do while shaking his hand.
"We've got a deal."
