The Prostitute

Chapter Sixteen

A week later..

Brent

Georgia Boy and I are riding around meeting with Red's Big buyers. Red has a list of buyers that he personally delivers the work to himself because they bring in the big bucks...

We pull up to Griselda's gate and I press the button on the intercom.

"Who are you?" A male voice speaks through the intercom.

"Red" I lie and they open the gate.

I drive up the driveway parking my car in front of Griselda's house. I grab the duffel bag with the work in it. Throwing it over my shoulder before getting out the car with Georgia boy behind me.

Instantly some big Mexican nigga opens the door mean mugging.

"I may be color blind but you're not Red, you're dark skin" The Mexican nigga tells me.

"Is Griselda here?" I ask knowing that he's just a guard.

He closes the door. After a few seconds the door opens back up with Griselda. An older Mexican lady with jet black and grey colored hair. Her sons run a Mexican mafia in Mexico. This old lady is powerful.

"You're not Red" Griselda furrows her eyebrows.

Instantly the guard points his gun.

"Nigga you better put that shit down" I warn him.

My right arm fucked up but I'm left handed so I can still shoot his ass..

"Red got shot and slipped into a coma. I'm Red's right hand man. I come with him every time he comes . I'll be the one you see until he wakes up" I tell Griselda while running my hand across my waves.

She stares at me for a few seconds like she's trying to remember who I am.

"Smile" She tells me.

"Smile?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Yes smile" She repeats.

Still confused but I smile anyways.

"Oh okay I remember the diamond teeth in your mouth, come on in" She tells me.

Oh.. she wanted me to smile to show my VV'S

"You can come in but he stays" The Mexican Guard points to Georgia Boy.

Georgia boy sucks his teeth but walks back to the car.

I walk into the house making sure to purposely bump shoulders with the big goofy Mexican guard..

I follow Griselda to her office and sit a brick on the table for them to test, as I've seen Red do countless times before..

The Mexican guard takes a pocket knife, cutting the plastic.

He takes his pinky finger and sticks it into the coke then rubs it across his gums...

He nods at Griselda and she smiles..

She sits a duffle bag on the table with money in it.

I open the bag to check the money before putting my duffel bag on the table containing the rest of the bricks..

"Thank you handsome" Griselda says as I walk out of her office and to the front door.

"No problem" I smile, showing my VVS Diamonds again.

China

It's been a whole week and Red still hasn't woken up from this coma. The doctor said the longer he's in the coma, the harder his recovery will be.