Hustlers' Antidote

Chapter 2

Lynn

I was chilling with my homies at club up in VIP just sitting down, having myself a small drink. bobbing my head to the music as i watched this honey dance in front of me. 

*vibrate*

i jumped a bit as i felt my cell vibrating against my leg. i took my cell out, looked at the screen saw it was Don calling me. i got up and moved away to a quiet spot. 

"yea." i answered as i held my cell to my ear. 

he told me to meet him at the pier in 20 minutes. i told him i was on my way and hung up. i let my crew i was rolling out and left. got in my car and drove on out. 

i arrived at the pier, walked on over to a parked black truck. saw Don's guard standing against the door, he nod his head at me as he opened the back door. i got in, as the door closed behind me. i sat on the seat and stared at Don who was sitting across from me. 

i coughed a bit as he exhale a cloud of smoke from his cigar. 

"sup young'un." he said 

"sup." 

"how's things?" he asked 

"we both still eating good, i said mighty well, making twice as much before." i ans, i stared at him 

"but you already know that, huh?" i smirk 

"need to ask?" he smirk as he chuckled softly  

"it's been what, six years you've been in this game." he ask as he held his cigar to the side. 

"sounds about right." i answered as i nod my head a bit. i sense something up 

"sup, dad why i'm here?" i ask

"what...i can't talk to my daughter?" he smirk. i made a face at him as i raised my eyebrow. he laughed softly 

"i worry about you, when you gonna settle down." he asked 

he began talking real deep to me. i sigh softly 

"i'm okay dad....you don't gotta worry." 

"i'll stop worrying when you start living." he said. 

i nod my head, as i opened the door. i stopped as he called my name. i looked at him 

"think about what i said." 

"i will...later dad." i got out the truck and left on out

i drove on out to my studio apartment, i showered and crashed on my bed, thinking about what pops said.