Hate the Player and the Game

chapter 49

                  

Chapter 49

Diamond

            I pulled up at a gas station to fill up my car. I looked like a boss bitch as I stood next to my overly expensive, clean whip pumping gas and standing with my knee propped. I had on booty shorts that stopped at the end of my big, plump ass, a too small pink tank top that rose over my belly button and showed so much of my cleavage, and glossy, black open-toed pumps that had pink trim. As I walked, I walked with a sway in my thick hips, and my long virgin hair flowing behind me. I spent well over eight months in Miami taking care of business and holding down the game. I started to sweep my product along the streets of Miami like it was nothing. I completely took over the game in Florida. I had my shit being sold in other cities and even back in California still. Shit, people from New York had been calling me up asking if I could get some shit delivered to them. I stayed low key when it came to the feds. After they tore my business apart back in Queens, I wanted nothing to do with the police. I didn't even want them within two hundred feet of me. I was doing my thing down in Florida. When a drug lord saw who I was and realized I was a woman, they would laugh in my face until I pointed my glock in theirs. I hated OG's who didn't think I was one. Just because I was a female didn't mean shit. I still had the brain of a man and the attitude like one, but my body was all feminine. I would sometimes use my assets to get men to agree with my negotiations. I never gave up no pussy, but I sure did like to tease them.

             I finished pumping gas in my car. I was about to get in when someone called my name. I had one foot in the car as I looked over my shoulder. There was a guy sitting in a black Aston Martin with his window rolled down starring at me. I had to admit that the nigga was fire. He had nice deep brown skin with a low cut fade, and he had his wrist and neck iced up. He bit his bottom lip as he starred at me. When he saw how sexy I looked and then saw my car, he just knew that I had to been dating a baller, but I wasn't dating anyone. I was the baller myself, but like I said, men never wanted to believe that since I was my own man.

"What"? I called taking my foot out of the car and standing next to it. I watched the man drive his Aston Martin into a parking space in front of the gas station's store, then get out of it. He strolled on over to where I was, then stood directly in front of me. He leaned on my car and just smiled at me while biting his lip.

"Hello Diamond". He said. I didn't know how this nigga knew me, but he was acting as if he knew me for a while.

"Who are you"? I asked.

"See that just hurts my feelings". He said. "We met at a club one night about a month ago. You were celebrating your birthday". I turned my face at him confusingly. I didn't remember this nigga at all. "My name is Columbus. You was meetin' up with my nigga Ceaser and was tryin' to close a deal".

"Yeah, I know Ceaser, but I definitely don't know you". I said with my eye brows rose and a faint smile on my face.

"Oh, well that's too bad because we partied hard together".

"Well I must've been too drunk to remember".

"Probably".

"I'm mad that you knew my name like that". I said.

"Well, I heard that you were one of the best female hustlers out on these streets right now so I had to know your name. You den took over Royale's old business and turned it into your own, you stackin' paper, and staying on the down low with the feds. I don't know how you do this shit and still ain't got no man". Columbus said making me upset.

"My personal life is none of your business". I said.

"Don't be feisty girl........I'm just keepin' it real. You around so many dudes everyday and not one of them still ain't copped you up yet"? I shook my head no at his question. "Well, I'd like to cop you up".