𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦
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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.
Groaning softly, Genevieve lifted up and ran her fingers through her curly mane to push it out of her face. The ray of the moonlight peaking through the curtains shined on her honey skin-tone. She tossed her legs off the California King bed and reached over to grab the shirt and pulled it on her body that fit oversized. Genevieve walked directly to the home office of Quinton's, knowing that's where he would be if the bed was empty at three in the morning and the voices and light being on as she approached confirmed that.
Genevieve pushed the door open, getting the attention of Quinton and his second-in-command Tonio. She read their expressions, leaning on the doorway. "What happen?"
"George just called..." Tonio started.
"The DEA Agent at the OKC office here?" Her question received head nods from the men, "Okay, what'd he say?"
"Somebody found out bout 4ZiP5 moving in the Plaza District and tipped off the DEA." Tonio continued, "They bouta do a bust here in the next thirty minutes. I came over to check in on what Mook wanted to do. They gonna be watching the spot so we gotta be discreet about moving the weight out—"
"Don't." Quinton spoke after a moment of thinking and Genevieve walked further in, "We not moving nothin. Let the DEA do the bust."
"Do you realize what you're doing?" Genevieve questioned, crossing her arms under her breasts. "That's money and product lost. Product lost is you having to explain that to Pop Quade."
"I'll handle Quade." Quinton reassured, "The DEA want a win, let's give em one. Nobody in 4ZiP5 gonna open they mouth. . If they do; we'll find out. We won't be moving nothin around. Those agents gone find what they need while the other cities continue. What you can get from George is who called it in. That's honestly all I need."
"Gotchu. Before I dip, I heard detail bout Dough. He did go to 12 after killing them li'l niggas in his crew. He been meeting wit a officer Justin Heinsberg every night at that motel on Lottie; the one by that Churches? Want me to send some niggas over there tonight?"
"Na, we gone handle Dough. Just.. keep Quade off my ass for a few."
Tonio chuckles, "Think yo Pop not gonna know I'm lyin to em?"
"I'll handle Quade, Tone."
"Aight; see y'all." Tonio walked out and the front door shut in the distance.
"Quade's... Not gonna like this, you know?" Genevieve disapproved.
"When does Quade ever like something?" he questions rhetorically, "I'm choosing to give them a win."
"A win to lose drugs and money. That's not going to stop those pig mufuckas from searching. That's gonna get them to place years in front of weak ass corner boys and get to snitching started."
"And don't none of those corner boys even know me. So, relax." Quinton told her, "I'm not doin this shit for the hell of it. I'm giving a win for a reason because I'm bouta find out who and how many people behind it—federal or not. So trust me. All I need for you and Tonio to do is keep Quade off my ass."
Genevieve chuckled, shaking her head. "You think Pop Quade's not gonna get in my ass either?"
"Then we'll both deal wit him whenever the time come. Now for right now, we deal wit Dough."
