REEJAY!

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Rico.

"7 Months? Dream, what the hell? Who is this guy?" Deejay asked as we stood in her guesthouse/bedroom. She smiled and rubbed her belly.

"It was a plan I made within myself. I dont wanna be an old ass mom. My fashion house is booming and I finally have the time to raise a child. So I went thru the process of a sperm donor. Trust Rimah and I went thru about 500 guys broke that down until the top 20 and I picked three best and then I went with it. And Lucky me I got pregnant on the first go round." Dream explained as Deejay smiled and walked over and hugged her. I was at a complete lost for words. More so because this just added on to the more surprises from today.

The ATF.
The FBI.
Deejay.
Jiminey. who is still in the wind? Most likely he has been taken into custody. They arent letting him leave New York if he is a keypiece. I know the system.

I hugged Dream and exhaled, "I love that you are back and I am happy for you but I got to go." I rushed out of the guesthouse and pulled my phone out. I texted Ocho a place to meet up.

2937 West Road.

I pulled into the lodge and got out and I seen a black car already parked. I walked over and got into the passenger seat. He blew smoke from his mouth and asked, "What is so important?"

"We have too much heat on us. From the FBI to ATF. ATF has my grandson snaking out on us. You was the target and well I got roped into it. We need to cancel this shipmen-."

"woah-woah-woah. Calm down there. The men in Russia are much scarier to unplease rather than some Agents. Even a sick ass rapist or child murderer get there day in court. What all do they know?" He asked. Is this man stupid? He is being foolish.

"Nigg, didnt you just hear me. ATF has my grandson being an informant. That means they know about the moved date. If you show up at the hangar we are all eating cold sandwiches by next sunday morning." I explained as he passed the joint over to me and I grabbed it. He kissed his teeth.

"So you raised a rat?" He asked.

"No. He was about to run, but no Airlines showed him or his family leaving New York. Deejay called the neighbor and she said she seen the rest of the family being escorted out by Agents."

"WitPro. That mean they think they have a solid case." He mumbled and I stated, "Exactly. Look, I am all for making money and damn sure dont like going back on my wor-."

"again...ill find somewhere else to fly out the drugs. If we have to fly that motherfucker ourselves. Let me cook something up. Anything else?" He asked and I swallowed spit. I wanted to explain about the FBI but I didnt wanna risk him telling Tito and Tito hurt Juan. My head hurt at all these secrets to keep and hide from different people.

"Even if we get these drugs out of the country. I am done. This partnership was shortlived. I wont risk my freedom. I told you that day one. Ocho you have too much heat on you."

"So you saying now. I am going to deal with this. I have never seen the inside of a cell and some 25 year old wont be the reason I do—" That sound like a threat. I quickly grabbed him by his Gucci shirt and stated, "Look at me. And listen closely...He may have ratted you out and that will be a conversation with him at a later date, but my grandson is off limitd. Got that?"

"How would I even find him in WitPro?" He said all sarcastic like. People have their ways of finding shit out. I slowly released his shirt and rubbed his chest fixing it.

"Then we good then. Keep me in the inner inner loop, would ya'?" I told him. I got out of the passenger side door and my phone buzzed. It was Deejay. I answered it.