On the Run

Chapter 34

Some people confused the word hustler with the word drug dealer. A drug dealer just knows how to sell drugs. A real hustler can sell anything.

-Biggie Smalls

Laney Pov

I sat there watching Lori as she watched me. She was thinking the same thing I was thinking.

"So where do we start?" She broke the silence between us two. I thought maybe she knew. Hell I didn't have a clue neither.

"Start by getting this shit out my crib. They look at me funny, not you." I put the packed bags in these duffels. She helped me as we quickly put them in.

"I know a couple of young people I can trust to distribute the product." She said.

"Now we talking. Who?" I asked. She smirked and pulled her phone out. She began making calls. I can't believe this bitch as stupid as she looks. I quickly grabbed her phone and threw it on the couch beside her.

"You trying to get me put in jail? Do you want to go to jail?" I asked. She looked just as confused as I was of her.

"Wassup? What's your deal?" She asked.

"You leave no paper trail to the distributers. If you gone do this you need to be smart. Stop using that cell phone because its the police. They track your shit. There are wires all around this fucking place. It's bad enough you got the shit sitting on my table." I explained. She looked like she was taking everything I was saying in.

I don't plan on going back to prison fucking with Lori. I still don't know how I got off this heated shit I just got out of.

"I got you. We can just go to their spot. Make sure no one sees us and just do our thing." She said.

Lori sounded rich and naïve. She thinks this is going to be easy when it's not. I am not risking getting caught taking a fucking duffel to a building or wherever.

"How about we get a random stranger a note at a gas station or something. Don't make it too noticeable. The note will ask them to pass a message to whoever the people are. There is where we will meet them in a secluded area. We pay the stranger their cut and start business." I shrugged.

My idea sounded way safer than hers. She sounded like she was ready to lie down and give them 25 years of her life.

"Really, B. You doing too much. Why we got to go through all of that when I can just go to their crib. The cops not watching me." She said.

"Bitch they are watching you! You just don't know it yet. You are the twin sister of a convicted felon. Paparazzi are watching you. I bet if you search your name in google right now you will see pictures of you. May see pictures of you walking into my apartment building just then." I said.

"Yea I like your idea better." She laughed. I couldn't help but laugh at her. She gave me this hard ass time just to agree with me.

"So who are our little soldiers?" I asked.

"My mom and dad." She smirked. I couldn't do anything but stare at her. I thought maybe she was joking.

"What?" Was all I could get out. She just nodded with this big grin on her face. I can't believe I'm doing business with this airhead.

"Lori are you stupid? Are you really this stupid?" I had to ask. This bitch is risking her family's life right now. Like who the fuck does that? I don't care how bad I dislike my mom and sister I wouldn't even get them involved in my business. I'm grown and can handle it.

"It's genius! My mom is so smart and my dad is so great with words." She tried convincing me.

"That doesn't matter. Are they street smart? Can they not get us caught? Can they turn a brick into a gram?" These are questions she need to think about. I'm not saying her folks not bout it. But I'm saying I don't need no amateurs involved in something I'm in.