Cyan POV
2 weeks later
"Yea I need you to do that for me ok" I spoke through they phone
"I got it covered boss, I won't let you down" my hit man Jake said
With that being said I hung up the phone. You see my man Jake is goin to go scare the shit out of Champ's family. Champ is a very cool and nice person so it wasn't nothing to set this all up. He also a very sexy man, and yes I said sexy. No I'm not gay or bisexual I'm pan and for those who don't know what that is here it is.
pan·sex·u·al
panˈsekSH(əw)əl/
adjective
1.
not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity.
Now let's get back to it. I got up out my chair to start my after morning duty. I am the biggest drug lord/dealer/plug in New Orleans. I'm well respected in New Orleans shit probably all of Louisiana. No nobody knows that I'm pan because who is going to respect or look up to someone who date anyone. Anyway me and Emerald grew up so well because of me and my parents but mostly me. I know you wondering how someone like me came from the same home of Emmy, the most sweetest person of all time. Well that's a story for another time.
Anyway I made myself downstairs out my office where my drugs are processed. I greeted everyone grabbed my bag and went on my way.
I got in my black Benz and drove to my selling spot. Just because I'm in charge don't mean I'm just going leave where I started. How did I get started you ask, it's a long story but here it go.
As I grew up my bitch ass daddy hit my moms. When my mama got pregnant with Emerald he beat her even more. I was the one who really rise Emmy because my father was either beating my mama or drunk as hell. When I was 10 I got tired of his bullshit. I stabbed him 16 times but didn't kill him. I was sent to Juvenile detention facility which is a jail for kids. I was sentenced to 8 years. My father on the other hand was sentenced 4 for domestic abuse. When I got out Emmy was 13 she started going through pubity and it was hell dealing with her. My moms was struggling so I decided to hustle instead of going to school.
I met this dude name Zay and he taught me everything I needed to know about the streets. When I was 20 we started our own shit and made hella cash. We was business partners. He was my bestfriend and the love of my life. One day when doing a operation and we was double crossed by this lame nigga and Zay was killed. I was broken my bestfriend was gone. It still hurts but I took my anger and I made it into a million dollar operation. Thanks to Zay the love of my life he made me or shall I say us millions. I would've stopped but my love for Zay is still here and he pushed me everyday to do this shit.
But back to reality. I stopped my car and got out. I went to my spot and crackheads flew at me. I sold out of product by 3 o clock.
I got in my car and drove to the hospital where Emmy told me Champ was.
"Excuse me where is Prince Cook room" I said tapping on the desk
"Hold on sir" the feminine voice said
I looked down to see a fine ass woman.
"He's in room 497" he said
"Thanks" I winked and walked away
I went to his room and sat down. I seen all the bruises on his face. It was no one in here but him so I decided to talk to him.
"It's been a long ass time Champ, I missed you even thought we barley know each other, I know what you did for Emmy and I want to thank you. Only real men can do something like that. I respected that" I said
