The Perfect Family

Chapter 7

Dylan

"I decided on taking more product 'cus my sales have been boomin' like crazy. Shit traphouse jumpin' like Jordan." I told em.

"You don't decide on how much you take, you ova steppin' ya boundaries. All you do is sell my shit. You don't take my product and benefit for yourself. That's like a fuckin slap to the face and a kick to my dick. I took yo ass under my wing, didn't even know you. You just go and do some bold shit like dis?" Big L belted out.

I have never seen this side of him. I ain't feel like I was doin' sum shady shit or nothin'. I felt like I was increasin' the sale and product intake for his own good.

"Wit all due respect, you could make 5 times as much as you make now if you'd double on how much you sell, trust me I live for business sells. I know what I'm talkin' bout." I told him.

"You still don't get it, do you? It's MY products, MY sells, MY connect, MINE man. I understand what you're sayin' but if I move more dope that'll alert the cops. You wonder why I don't have more men on Jackson? Because the boys hot out there." He told me.

He looked at me and sighed, "Yo little stunt cost me 2k worth of product." he spoke.

"How? It was only a couple pounds of Katy Perry." I asked.

"The niggas that robbed you stole meth. That's double the price of cocaine. That's why I only had you selling weed. You don't know about this shit." He barked.

"My bad bruh, you right. I made a bad call, I'll get cha money. But I need this hustle. I got two kids man" I pleaded.

"You a prime example of a nigga who got way too comfortable, but you right.. I should double the product. Hit me up on Monday and we'll discuss your plan and you better have my money." He shooed me.

I grinned as I stood up from the chair. I saw his boy Ray shaking his head at me. I just kept it moving.

A few hours later

Raemesha

"It's ballers in here bitch!" Pink Kitty said, brushing her long pink hair.

"I know girl, I made bank tonight." I told her.

I was changing from my exotic attire.

"You going home?" She said, watching me change.

"Nah bitch, I saw this dude out there. He made it rain on me and I he was feeling me so imma go talk to him." I smirked.

"Ohhhh, so you gonna let him take you home?" She continued to look at me.

"No! Ima just holla at him cus he got moneeey." I mocked.

"Mhm." She turned to walk to the entrance of the stage, waiting for her name to be called.

I put on a black, tight skirt, a black crop top and then I slipped on my black pumps. I grabbed my bag and took the back exit to my car.

I placed my Nike bag of money and clothes in the trunk of my car, I slammed the trunk down, hit the lock button on my keychain twice and then I walked to the entrance of the club.

I gave a head nod to the security guard Melvin as I strutted through the entrance to the club. I walked straight to the bar and I smiled at Emily, the bartender. She was mad cool and we would chill every now and then.

"I'm surprised to see yo ass on this side of the club." She said.

I glanced at her face a couple of times, noticing scratches and red marks that she tried to hide with concealer.