I cashed out on all my hoes. I copped the hottest whips and jewelry pieces. My favorite car was the Maserati. I was the only nigga in Baltimore City driving it. The strip club was like a second home to me and I got so fucked up and drunk I almost passed out last night
I removed the silk sheets off my body and seen I still had a condom on my dick. I could see a stacked body next to me and when she turned over at me she smiled sleepish. I got up to use the bathroom to clean myself off ready to slide up in her again
I was suppose to meet up with the connect today so I was feeling good. I got rid of Grady shipment already so it was time to reup. I felt fucked up how it played out but it was what it was. I wasn't regretting the exposure to more money, more bitches and more power
"Let me jump in the shower with you" Jaime was ass naked and even though she had little titties her ass was like a plump onion. I let her come in and we both washed in silence
I went to clean my dick and she shook her head
"Nah let me clean you up with some head first" she got on her knees letting water hit all over her. The sight made my dick brick up. I didn't care if this was Denim best friend. All these bitches were hoes. The one I shitted on but really cared about was fucking and sucking a nigga I couldn't stand. A nigga I wished death upon everyday. Amira was a traitor ass bitch. She was suppose to wait till I got my shit together now she was fucking in the mall, glowing, gaining weight and looking bad as fuck.
Denim pussy mileage prolly was on porn star level. She fucked like one too and that's what kept me around. She kept pressing me to wife her but I wasn't with that. Jaime pussy wasnt passed around as much and once I taught her how to properly suck dick she was in my main rotation
Jaimie took me balls deep and sucked me up like a king. I gripped her by the hair and face fucked her hard. Just as I felt my nut rising I pulled out , bent her over and fucked her hard from the back
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I was so anxious to meet the connect. I wore a bold red mink, Ray bans and all black Gucci underneath even to my feet. I rocked some diamond pieces and knew the nigga was going be impressed by
To even get in the conference room I had to use my fingerprint. Before Roc killed Keyshia she told me the nigga was extremely private and changed shit up
I was checked for guns and weapons before I was even allowed in the room.
I looked at the table and saw a ugly ass nigga sitting. He looked Haitian and his beady eyes took in my attire
"Jimmy" I held my hand out and he just looked at it
"Cross" he said blandly. "You new to us and I'm going tell you now. Dressed how you are, the car you pulled up with.. This not Miami, Vegas or Atl. Niggas not driving maybachs or Masserities in The hood. That shit is like seeing an eclipse. Don't let the money you making get you a FED case. Tone all the flashy shit down and stop acting like a nigga who never had shit. The connect will never meet you. He ain't interested but still going do right by The Disciples . You'll be meeting up with me every time"
"I respect that. I follow you Cross" I nodded at him and decided to add on what I been thinking
"I move weight like it's nothing. I'm trying get an extra 10" yeah I wanted an extra 10 bricks on the top of what I was making.
When Ivory righthand Bricks wanted to meet I ignored him. I thanked god ain't nobody seen when Ivory pulled up on me at Burger King drive thru a day later as knocked me clean out then stripped me of my money. That shit set my soul on fire. He told me Grady was paying taxes and I had to do so too. I been paying it but I needed more coke to keep my cash flow right.
Cross just stared at me intensely before finally giving me an answer
"I can't debate with you on tripling ya money and copping faster then Grady did. But I'm giving you 5. No less or more"
