Initiation

Kota Lee "The Godfather" vs. Andre White Pt 2

Hey girlys! Shesshhh...I have had no time to do much of anything so it's taken me a while to get this up. I've finally gotten enough new material written I feel like I can post the last of all my old material now. I'm going to do my absolute best to stay on a fairly consistent update schedule. Next Sunday recital time wooowhooo. Once that's done I'll have some more free time thank goodness. Anywhoo enough chit chat. Review and vote pleaseee...I love hearing from you guys. Xoxo ASH.

Do you need to go over it again, Mr. Lee?" Mr. Blackbourne probed as we walked to the restaurant.

I had never been this nervous for an assignment. I swallowed hard and shook my head not wanting to speak about it anymore. We needed to convince Andre and Xavier that we are interested in buying product and protection from them to further our enterprise at home. We weren't taken seriously and needed their man power to gain respect in our territory. We sold premium product that we would sell to them at a fixed price and be able to gain notoriety amongst other dealers for doing business with them. Andre and Xavier would take a certain percentage of whatever we sold. In order for them to turn a profit they would distribute some of their product to our clientele and in turn spread their reign of terror further down the East Coast.

It was a win-win situation that hopefully would be convincing enough for them to buy into the crap we were selling. Our contact would be able to supply us with the contraband we needed. I don't even want to know where the hell he's getting it from to be quite honest. I suspect Mr. B has a better idea than I do. Unfortunately, I had a sinking feeling in my gut that it wasn't going to be that simple.

At the moment I was getting annoyed by this blasted hat Gabe insisted matched my outfit. I wore lace up distressed black boots, slightly faded stonewash denim jeans that scrunched at the leg to stuff in my boots, a white v-neck shirt and a khaki green wind breaker. I refused to put my contacts in, but to pacify him put the sunglasses on the front of my shirt. I'm sure when I get back he will have a lecture on how ridiculous it looks to wear glasses and have sunglasses on my shirt in broad daylight.

Mr. Blackbourne was still dressed to perfection even without the suit. He wore one of his cashmere grey sweaters, dark light wash jeans and brown shoes. There was a chill to the air today so he wore a chocolate leather jacket that blended well with his shoes. Mr. Blackbourne opted for the sunglasses instead of his normal frames after Sang had taken a liking to them. Gabe had a multitude of prescription sunglasses made for us that I didn't particularly wear unless it was necessary. I love my brother to death, but get him in a mall and you have no choice what goes on your body anymore.

It took barely anytime to find the restaurant on the crowded street and only a few minutes to locate our hosts. Andre's height made it almost impossible to not see him towering over a crowd. Currently he was on the phone yelling in rapid Spanish while Xavier stood on the side scowling. When they saw us approach Xavier's demeanor brightened a little and he tapped Andre to get his attention.

"Alright momma, I'll have it for you when I get home. I've gotta go. I love you. Jesus, momma I'm having lunch with X. Yes I'll tell him you said hi and he needs to come for dinner. I really have to- now she hangs up!" He yelled, stuffing the phone in his pocket.

Xavier was snickering, "What didn't you do, Dice?"

"Bring home the roast pork for her to make pernil. You know it has to soak in the seasoning all night and I'm running around in the street all night, but I can't remember to bring her a roast. She quick to take that 500 to go get some new shoes though," he roared, with both hands on his hips.

Xavier howled, clutching his stomach, "What's up? Forgive Dice, he is having a bitch fit because his momma still lays him out over pork."

"Hmpf," he pouted, "Leave me alone asshole."