Nor⭐️Cal

VII.

Nor⭐️Cal

When I got up to the Bay Area, I went straight into Oakland. I had very little time as well as patience so I wanted to meet with these clients as soon as possible. Others had responded saying they were interested in my offer so we'll just have to see who really does show up at the Motel 6.

I hit up Rack City to let him know I was already in my room just waiting. It was almost half past eight in the morning, I'm tired but I need to know about these parties since Symphonic wants to have her damn attitude, it's left me havin' to do ground work, which only prolongs everything.

I was restless. I couldn't sit still on the bed, I ended up pacing around the room just trying to pass time. My phone was dry as ever even though everyone knows I'm officially up here offerin' some expensive ass shit for free in exchange for information.

As I was pacing, my mind started to drift off into what Chastity and Vanity could be enduring right this second. When I was looking for information on how to track down the sex trade, I came across countless stories of women who had managed to get out. They shared all details of what they went through, how they felt like livestock; Only needed for certain things then sold off to the next person who finds a use for them. Chastity could of just overdosed or killed herself by now but Vanity... I was working up my own nerves and took a deep breath.

Then there was a knock on the door.

***

I've been at this for a couple hours and it's gotten me no where. Just a bunch of druggies who came only to get their hands on the goods but that wasn't how it worked. Not one knew a damn thing and some were already too fucked up when they showed up so it was no use. Every idea I've had just gets slapped back in my face as a failure and the odds of getting them back are favoring against me more and more with each failed attempt.

Another knock on the door, I stood up and opened it to reveal a nigga with a hand in his pocket and for once, this was someone who didn't look like they were high or out of it. He looked back at me with a clear mind.

"You here for my offer?" He nodded and I let him come into the room. Closing the door behind me, I made surer my gun was right in my back pocket in case anything pops off. "You straight?"

"Too early to get fucked up, bruh." He said with a small laugh. "I'm Urban."

"You looked familiar, just couldn't put a name to your face."

"It's all good, so what information are you lookin' for? I got some boys who would love some cocaine." He said when he noticed what merch I had laid out on the bed. "Would I get all of that?"

"Provide what I need and all of this could be for your boys. You know anythin' about parties around here?" I questioned vaguely and he just eyed me. "It goes with what information I'm lookin' for."

"I know about parties, why?"

"What about parties involving prostitutes for an auction? Anythin' about those?" The look on his face proved he was who I needed to talk to. He was silent for a brief minute, as if contemplating whether or not to tell me what he knows. "I'm not one to turn on you in if you go to 'em, I just need to know if you really know about them or not." I said more sternly and a sharper voice. This standin' around is wasting valuable minutes.

"My boys, the ones who'd love the cocaine, are the ones who know about them. As far as I know, these parties happen usually every two weeks, but sometimes they happen out of the blue and if you're good friends with the host, he let's you know about the out of the blue ones." He began. "These prostitutes are all women that are brought to obviously make money for their pimp or owner but most importantly it's for the owner- if they're in the sex trade- to allow others to see what they have to sell at the auction."