Jordan
"What's your name?" Renzo asked me.
"Jordan" I say while keeping my eyes fixed on his.
He smiled, "I like that." he took a seat behind his desk and signaled for me to do the same.
"You ever done a hit before?" he asked.
"I do hits regularly." I said.
"How much you making?" he asks.
I shrugged, "Anywhere from 5 to 10"
"Cent? Dollars? Hundred? What?" he says with a smirk.
"Thousand"
"I can add another 20 thousand if you trynna work for me." he said.
"Ion like working under people. I prefer to do this shit alone. You seem like the type of nigga to fuck me over in the end anyway." I said.
His smile dropped. "Listen Jordan. You gotta stay down before you can come up, nigga. Don't ever forget that shit."
Even though I hate listening to anybody that isn't Nala, imma make this exception. I promised Nala we would move to Atlanta, so that's what I plan to do. Everything I'm doing now, is for her.
"How we gon do this?" I asked him.
"When I call, you drop everything and I do mean everything, to do this work for me." he said.
"I can't drop everything."
"You got a girlfriend huh?" he asks while smirking.
I nodded.
"Is it serious? Or can I hit too?"
I give him a deadly glare and for a second, I swear I saw fear in his eyes. He threw his hands up in surrender. "I'm just playing nigga. Damn." he said.
I looked down at my finger nails that still had cocaine under them. I don't fuck with drugs, but last night I got paid a extra thousand for cutting it and bagging it. I've never smoked a day in my life an I don't plan on doing it. I don't sip lean, an I definitely don't do coke. Just a lil Hennessey every now an then.
The sound of something slamming on the table snapped me out of my trance. There was pounds of weed sitting there. I gave him a confused look.
"Ion sell drugs nigga. I kill people."
"All you do is hits?" he asks.
I nodded, "It's my stress reliever."
"Sex isn't a stress reliever for you?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Sometimes. Depends on how I'm feeling." I look up at him, "Why we talking about this? We possed to be discussing business."
"This is business" he said.
His gaze slowly fell to something behind me. A small smile crept upon his face before he stood up.
"Jordan, this is-" I tune him out once I saw Nala had texted me, telling me she misses me. I quickly texted her back, knowing if I didn't, she would assume I was with another bitch.
When I finished texting her, I stood up and turned around to see a girl looking at me. She was biting her bottom lip with a look of seduction. It made me uncomfortable. I looked away from her and put my phone in my pocket.
"Aight Renzo. I gotta go" I said.
He smiled and extended his hand. I looked down at it, then back at him before chuckling. I turned around and attempted to leave, but shordy stepped in front of me.
"I've never saw you before" she said.
I continue to stare at her, hoping she would get the memo an get the fuck out the way before she get pistol whipped.
"You don't talk or sum?" she asks, growing offended.
I brushed past her and took my time leaving the trap house.
*
I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to steady my breathing. Nala kissed my cheek and smiled. "Roll me a blunt please?" she asked.
"I got you" I say before sitting up and grabbing the sack of weed. 5 minutes into my rolling, she says,
"Jordan, can I ask you something?" Nala asks.
I look up from the blunt I'm currently rolling for her and wait for her to speak.
"Is this real?" she asked.
"Ion know Nala. Ion smoke weed. You should've asked yo weed man when you was buying it." I said.
Nala laughed, "I'm not talking about the weed. I'm talking about this, you and me."
I ran my tongue over the blunt and remained silent, praying she would let this go. I don't want to talk about this shit.
"I love you Jordan, sometimes I'm not sure you feel the same way." she said.
"I do feel the same way."
She raises a eyebrow, "You do?"
I nodded and gave her the blunt. She placed it between her lips an I lit it for her.
"I been losing a lot of important people lately, an ion want to lose you. I made some promises that imma keep." I said.
Nala blew smoke from her nose before smiling at me. I smiled back and leaned over to kiss her forehead.
"We young an everything, but I know what I want. I got my mind made up already." I said.
For the remainder of the night, we laid there staring into each other eyes. Had I not caught feelings for her, I'd probably be somewhere dogging somebody daughter. Now, I don't even think about bitches. I'm too busy trynna get rich so my shordy can have any and everything she want and need. I don't even do shit for me anymore, it's all for Nala.
