Black Cartel

Chapter 3 Been Had It

Chapter 3

One year later
Miami FL,

I leaned back into my chair to make sure I heard correctly.

"Why is my shipment delayed?" I asked in my baritone voice.

There were at least 30 men present in the board room. All eyes landed on me as I spoke venom into the air.

"So who the fuck is responsible for this shipment delay...anybody care to share that with me."

Silence filled the room as I looked on from the head of the table.

"Interesting...a nigga gon definitely find out sooner or later. Just know the consequences will be so severe that you gon wish that I'd just kill you." I spoke

"Aye Ric I feel like we should discuss these prices man. Motherfuckas ain't buying what I'm selling because of these prices" a boy by the name of Marcus blurted

"Does anybody in here struggle with sales like this nigga, speak up or forever hold your peace?" I said

You could heard a pin drop as I continued

"So let me get this solid, you want me to lower my prices cause you're a shitty salesman. The fuck you on my team for if you can't get yo shit off. This clown ass mf! I don't know what's more insulting, the fact that I'm supplying you or the fact that you sitting up in here making fucking excuses. I slightly laughed while removing my suit jacket.

"Ric you ain't gotta be a bitch about it, was just a fucking question yo." He replied

"The only bitches I know are the ones that be on all fours picking up they jaw from fucking with a real nigga. But naw we men so let's talk about the real issue." I slowly stood up

"I don't wan't no beef nigga" Marcus looked Buck-eyed and turned his seat. 

"My shit is damn near the best out here and you want to hit me with prices. Fuck out of here!" I spat

"Fuck you..." Marcus mumbled under his breath and folded his hands on the table.

"You see my vision ain't 20/20......y'all know how they say if one sense is weaker the other one is stronger. So since it's fuck me...I guess that's it huh. I walked over to Marcus and slammed his head on the table with brutal force.

"What was that?!" I shouted repeatedly slamming his head until blood cover that part of the table.

"Pick up yah mouth nigga!" I pointed at the scattered teeth that laid upon the table

"Aaarghh" he shouted in pain

"I'm saw...I'm sorry fam" Marcus slurred his words in utter shock. The look on his face told me that he was shocked I that I heard him.

"Motherfuckas who really sorry wouldn't have said it!" I flipped him out of his chair backwards. I hovered over him after he hit the marble floor.

"Shi... mannnnn...man my bad" Marcus put his hand up in fear. He looked into my bloodshot eyes and saw nothing but the emptiness that laid beneath my spirit.

"You got 24 hours to come up with my product or the rest of my money you owe...if not ima finish what I just started. now get the fuck out of here!" I shouted

"You heard what he said nigga" Zay aimed his platinum dessert eagle at Marcus motioning him to leave.

Zay was my right hand man, my dawg. We were bestfriends since middle school and it's safe to say that Despite my fathers notorious rep, he remain loyal to the family and for that I could never switch up. His heart was just as cold as mine was. The malice that Zay possessed at times was unmatchable due to his harsh circumstances in life. We were both 26 years old and counting.