I was happy to finally be living the legal life and having the feeling to not have to look over my shoulder for pig ass niggas. We managed to shake the illegal life and took our more legit.
Yeah it's a few illegal things here and there, but shit ain't gone never be 100% right. The major things are what mattered and the way we racked in money every night.
I watched the club from my offices upstairs. EVERYTHING was going smoothly.
The club was always packed on the four nights of the nights that we opened.
Music was blow in the speakers throughout the club as everybody order drinks and partied. We had entertainer dancers that were in cages that hung from the ceiling that scattered all over the club. The VIP section, was the second level section, where all the wanna be ballers partied at. The third level was for the higher ballers, 2 stacks a table. And the fourth level was were me and DJs office was at. Shit was made live tonight too so I stood and peeped everything that was going on.
Jazz's was decked out in white and gold exterior designs and decorations all around the place. The bar was clear, the floor was marbled with gold specks, the couches and tables were white, and the whole club was lined in bright white lights. Our shit was bomb as fuck and the owner was too. If only I had my world standing her next to me sharing it with.
I ran a hand over my face and walked over to my desk. I took the 9mm out of the pocket of my cocaine white denim jeans and sat it on the desk in front of me. I fixed the collar of the white button down that was open exposing my white t shirt underneath. I was a club owner, but all those suits in shit just wasn't me.
I sat down in the plush white leather chair and spun around to the mini bar behind me. I fixed myself a shot of scotch and slowly sipped from the glass. MY mind was clouded with a bunch of shit right now. I couldn't help but to think of Jazz in the pen and what she could be doing right now. I downed my glass of scotch just thinking of her. MY mind led me back to memories of us, that was the only thing I had to think about while she was gone. The day we met at school, 4th period to be exact, senior year, was the day that changed my life.
I found my down chick, my rider, and soon to be wife. I couldn't wait to meet again.
9 Months down, 1 YEAR and 3 more months to go‼️
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