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| Day 76 out of 3652 |
Finally, after months of feeling like I was drowning, the fog had lifted. Since Chris had been locked up, it felt like my world had been flipped upside down. Now, I was talking to him twice a day, every day, and while life was far from what it used to be, I was just happy to hear his voice.
Adjusting to this new reality hasn't been easy. I'm counting every dollar I spend, living within the boundaries of what I need, not what I want. It's strange, this life of limitation. Not bad, just... different. I've had to trade luxury for survival, but I'm getting used to it, even if it burns a little. But I had made it my mission to reclaim everything that was taken from us.
I sat at the small desk, reviewing my finances with a tight knot in my chest. After counting up everything I had stashed away, I was left with a little over $250,000. Initially, I had double that, but I gave half to Momma J after I grabbed the cash before the feds raided the house. She stashed it away like I asked, saving it as an emergency fund, even though I told her to use it for herself. It wasn't just about Krystal and me; I also had to look out for her. The rest of the money has been my safety net, a lifeline to get Krystal and me back to some form of normalcy.
But now, I had other plans for it. I was going to put most of it into my first supply run, making sure I had enough product to get things moving again. The problem was, I didn't have a solid connect. Ramon was still in the game, but his focus was arms dealing. I didn't need weapons; I needed product. And I needed it fast.
After talking to Hood earlier, I felt more confident. I could handle this. I was ready to take on Chris' role and step up. My only concern was Tyga and how he'd react once my product hit the streets. He never thought I could handle this life. He didn't think I had it in me. But that's fine. Let him doubt me. I've always loved being the underdog; if he underestimates me, that'll be his mistake, not mine.
What he doesn't know is that this game is in my blood. I was born for this.
The sharp ring of my phone pulls me from my thoughts. It's Hood. I glance at the screen, my heart racing, hoping he's got something solid this time. I answer quickly.
"Ayo," I say, keeping my voice steady.
"Ayo," Hood echoes back. There's a pause, then he sighs. "Aight, I got some good news, and I got some bad news."
"Of course," I mutter, pressing a hand to my forehead, already bracing for the worst. "Start with the bad news."
"The bad news is, I still haven't found a resource for a solid connect. Without that, we can't get shit running. No product, no business."
I close my eyes for a second, feeling the weight of the situation press harder on my shoulders. "Shit. What's the good news?"
"Well," He begins, his voice picking up a little, "Not sure if you'll see this as good, but El Diablo's willing to meet with you. Problem is, he's only in town for Tyga's supply drop tonight, so if you wanna talk, it's gotta be tonight. I'll text you the location and time." He pauses before adding, "Oh, and I rounded up all the soldiers I know who are still down to ride. Got us a team now."
