London has been ignoring me the whole morning. She got her makeup done, put a tight dress on and she left. This little game is coming to an end tho. I'ma handle that nigga as soon as possible.
But I have my own shit to deal with. I meet Sam at a parking lot this afternoon. He grins when he sees me.
"The fuck are you smiling for ?" I dap him up.
"Man... I love hoes too much."
"What you mean ?"
"Remember that latina bitch I told you about ? I spent the night with her. We been smoking and fuck-"
"Shut yo mouth man Ion wanna hear that."
He chuckles, "Man she match my vibe so bad it's crazy. Like we on the same page and shit."
"I thought it was better to change every night ? What's to it ?"
"Bro I know what I said. But this bitch on another level man I swear to God. She been doing things... If I speak."
"So you in love or sum ?"
"Man don't use words like this. I mean it's kinda like you and your bitch."
"London is not a prostitute."
"Now you tryna piss a nigga off man fuck you."
After small talking for a few more minutes, we finally take the car. Sam drives us to our meeting spot. We have to change our distrib and one of the offers we received caught our attention.
A few minutes later, we arrive in front of a fast-food restaurant. A guy leads us into the back of the store, where some workers are putting product into little bags. A man welcomes us.
"Dorian, Sam, I'm glad you accepted to meet me. Please follow me."
"Man wait a minute." Sam frowns. "What is that white thing you pour into the product ?"
"Well... We mix our product with a little bit of flour. But don't worry our customers never noticed it."
"Our customers will." I say.
"Yeah they fucking will and they'll be mad at us ! Who the fuck you think you got in front of you ? Making me lose my precious time for some scam drug dealing shit man I should fucking shoot yo ass for that !"
"I'm... I'm so sorry I thought you knew." The man looks confused. "Everybody does that."
"Not in my city."
We're at the border of the city.
"You do business with Don, right ?"
"Yes."
"So you know Don is our rival ?"
"Well I mean..." He clears his throat. "I heard you were doing business together so I thought it would be cool."
"Cool ?" Sam frowns, ready to punch the man.
The situation is heating up. I'm mad as hell for the waste of time, but I know Sam is at the verge of blowing the whole buidling up. He's worse than me when it comes to anger outbursts. He's very compulsive.
"If I ever see your shit on my territory, I will take it as a declaration of war. Do not make that mistake."
My associate and I leave the place. Sam puts a cigarette between his lips. He's fulminating.
"Don is a son of bitch and he needs to go. How can he do business with such shitty ass product ? He slows us down."
"I know I know."
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21 questions
RomanceThey say it takes 21 questions to know someone. I only needed a look to know she was mine.
