Money To Be Made

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Thirteen
Noble
"It's time to expand, man." Maco spoke for the hundredth time. Mars and I were only here to pay him and get our weekly shipment but today he was on some other shit.

"Expand to what exactly?" Mars questioned before looking at me as I shrugged. As soon as he brought up his thought of expansion, I deaded it but for the sake of Mars's curiosity I would listen.

"Italy, Africa, Mexico." He smiled.

"For why?"

"It's just why, No." Mars laughed as I mugged him. "Clown."

"Maco, get your mans for I beat him the fuck up."

"You can't and you know this." I smirked. Mara and I used to fight all the time when we were younger. He only could beat me when Mega jumped in for the sake of brother. Other than that, Mars can't beat me.

"Whatever." He shrugged.

"Y'all girls finished?"

"Not with your wife." I teased as Mars laughed. Maco ain't think shit was funny but I didn't care. I don't care about what he talking about so he would have to listen to the stupid shit I was talking about.

"Imma let you slide. Fucking with Lyssa get you killed quick."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Nigga finish before I leave." I sighed.

"As I was saying. Y'all can expand and get drugs from other countries, continents even." He spoke with so much pride. He's proud of this shit.

"Why?" I asked once again.

"The more variety, the more money. Plus, niggas at here selling the same old whack shit. The streets and never seen shit like this before."

"That do sound good. But what's in it for you?" Mars asked as I nodded in total agreeance. Maco was too hype to not be getting anything out of this deal. This possible come up had to have Maco in it some type of way.

"Yeah, cause you mad concerned."

"Of course, there's something in it for me." He smiled. "I'm your only supplier. If y'all fuck with them I can also sell to them and buy their product and flip it. Y'all help me, I help y'all. It's simple."

At first, I wasn't too much worried about what Maco was talking about but now this seemed like a come up for me and mines. This was an opportunity to be more than just hood rich, I could also be a businessman. I would have to get my hands dirty before I could get them clean and I would do this all for my family.

"I'm with this shit." Mars geeked. "What you on, bro?"

"It sound real good but you gotta give me some time to think on it and talk to my girl. You know I ain't with all the extra and I don't trust too many."

"I knew you'd say that." Maco nodded in understanding. He has been down with him a long time and he's never given me a reason to not trust him, it's just the unknown that I'm not too keen of. "There's an annual ball coming up. It's ghetto fabulous if you ask me. All these drug dealers and distributors get together and try to come to a common ground to sell their shit. It's real serious and it's held in New York every year. Y'all should be there in September if y'all are serious."

"I'll get back with you." I spoke before getting up and shaking Maco's hands and Mars did the same as we said our goodbyes. I hopped in my Benz before placing my phone on the aux before calling Cyrus.

"Aye, where you at?" I questioned as soon as she answered the phone.

"Oh, hey baby. Yeah I haven't seen you all day and I miss you too." She spoke sarcastically as I hit a right on my way to my mother's house.

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