GHETTO TALES
If you see them, don't make eye contact. If you see them, don't say a word. If you see them...run. You don't know what you're getting into.
~2 pov's~
Capri Martin had always strived to be the perfect daughter. With a strict upbringing...
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"How you find out about us?" Eli questioned, taking a pull from his blunt and passin it ta me.
The nigga and his partna looked us dead in the face as he answered.
"Through the grapevine. I heard y'all got the goods so I wanted to see what was up. My old supplier just got locked up and I needed a new one. I sell round my block and I've been makin hella bread. Now that I have no vendor, the days is tough. My daughta barely eatin and pushin weight in my hood was the only way we was gettin by."
"Weon care bout ya sob story." I replied. "Trust and believe we heard it all befo. Whatchu need?"
"I need a bag or a suitcase."
"Worth how much?" Eli questioned, taking his keys out.
"Can we start with 5k?" The otha dude questioned.
"Yeah. What comes in a suitcase worth 5?"
"You could get the standard shit." I answered. "Powda, psychedelics, weed, pills. Nun too crazy though. It's the lowest suitcase we sell."
"We'll take it." They nodded looking at each otha then back at me and E.
"Aight then." He huffed, making his way down the hallway in the basement and opening a closet that was bolted shut.
Behind that door, me and E had a good 50 suitcases. All ranging from being worth $5k to $75k. The rest of our supply had been in a small warehouse we were renting in the city. That's where all our shit was being shipped.
And since me and Eli couldn't trust anyone else to sign fa the deliveries, we had to take turns and do it ourselves. We would spend late nights at the warehouse just to be on the look out fa the delivery.
Ace paid the people who delivered to us so we ain't have to worry bout no scuffles. Sometimes Javon'd be by my side if it was a big shipment. And if it was Eli, he had Trey and Damari. That's how it'd been fa months and honestly the operation was runnin seamlessly.
We was makin BREAD and we were actually able to keep it in a bank account without it lookin suspicious. Ace hooked me and my bro up. All we had to do was sit back and watch niggas sell fa us, keep track of our customers, pace ourselves and count that money. Occasionally, we'd deal just because. And in the end, we kept the money and used it on ourselves.
I think this was the best deal we'd eva taken. Next step was moving the operation outta my mama's crib and buyin a place of our own. Me and E was lookin at cribs in the city and as soon as he turned 21 next month, we was thinking a makin the move. Maybe soona.
My poor mama thought we had real jobs. Cause I'm sure she noticed the new clothes and REAL iced out chains. So we had to tella sum. Technically we did though! But as far as she knew, Eli worked at KFC and I worked with kids part time at a daycare.
