Addicted Book 2 Love Made Me Do It [COMPLETED]

Chapter 15

{Trenton}
°SATURDAY NIGHT°

"Get out of the car, man. You act like you've never seen a house party before." Eric chuckled, shutting the door. The truth was, I hadn't. Yet, but nobody had to know that.
I wasn't your average party going team. I was the least of a people person out of our clique, actually. I'm more of an observer than speaker in all reality.
We walked up on the cement sidewalk.
"Yo, who's house is this?" I asked. The house was wide and had two stories.
"Buddy of mine. The best part--there are drugs and pussy everywhere you look." Eric chuckled. I rolled my eyes and followed him.
I was sure it was going to be a regular high school house party, but it wasn't. It was filled with people of all age ranges, just not old people or children.
The lights were dim and multi colored strobe lights flashing throughout the place. People danced on each other with drinks in their hands, others mingled, others sat at the in room bar. Multiple women walked around in just all black bikinis and matching knee high heels with either a tray of drinks or sweets, others walked around eyeballing men, making out with them, or coming from upstairs with them. There were also strippers.
"What kind of place is this?" I chuckled at my surroundings.
"A 'let yourself go' type of place, Trent. Now stop asking so many questions and come have a drink." He motioned me toward the bar.
The rest of the guys ended up holding out on the night for whatever reason, so it was just me and Eric.
"What kind of connects do you have to be in a place like this underage?" I furrowed my eyebrows as we sat on the stools. He ordered us drinks.
"I know the guy that owns the place." He shrugged.
"How?"
"He's my... supplier."
"Supplier? Are you kidding me?" I sighed.
"You know how it is man it--"
"Eric!" A man's voice said as he approached us, cutting him off. He wore all black and dark black shades and smiled from ear to ear. He beamed and stepped off of his stool and they gave each other a hug then dapped each other up.
"What's up Lonz?"
"Nothing much. Who's your friend?"
"This is Trenton. He's cool." He said. I nodded.
"Nice to meet you Trenton. I'm Alonzo. Any friend of Eric's is a friend of mine." He said, extending his hand out. I shook his hand.
"Same to you."
"So, are you guys here for the party or business?"
"A little of both." Eric said.
"Follow me." He motioned. I followed behind him and Eric. We came to wooden sliding door on the side of the house that only opened with an ID card recognition. We walked in and he locked the sliding doors behind us.
We entered a large room as Alonzo went into his safe in the corner of the room. Everything was snow white except for the tables, stands, shelves, and cases. Two couches were in the middle of a spotless room with a table in between.
"Feel free to have a seat you guys." He called as a white woman with long brown wavy hair, silver eyes, amazing assets, and red lips approached from another door from the other side of the room, in the same thing as the other women, with 2 bubbling drinks in her hands. We accepted them.
"Thanks." Eric nodded. She stared at me with a smirk and walked off while biting her lip and switching.
"Don't mind Tara, she always preys on faces she hasn't seen before." Alonzo shrugged off. He brought a large steel briefcase over to us and sat in on the dark table separating us.
"Now, what I'm about to do in front of your friend, my dearest Eric, is top secret. You understand that, correct?"
"Sure I do." He shrugged.
"Trenton, this is a very serious business with very serious consequences when taken out of boundaries. Do we understand each other?" Alonzo asked. I nodded and downed my drink. This was too much already.
He put the combination in for the suitcase and flipped the top open and turned it toward us. My eyes widened. I'd never seen so many drugs in one area before in my life.
"Jesus." I muttered.
"Now, what kinda business are we talking?" Alonzo put his hands together.
"Well," Eric started as he reached into his jacket's inner pocket and pulled out 2 tied together stacks of $100 bills. My eyes widened. He dropped it on the table. "I'm talking 20 grand." He said, giving him a serious look. Who even was Eric anymore? Alonzo slowly grinned.
"This is the business I like." He said, grabbing the $20,000 and stuffing it inside his coat. He got up and grabbed a backpack from a cabinet. "This is what I appreciate. A fair amount of work for a fair amount of pay." He said as he began to fill the bag with a certain amount of each content in the case. He then handed Eric the bag and Eric sat it next to him.
"As usual, your promised . 25% of your sales." He added, reaching back into his jacket pocket and pulling only one stack of the two Eric gave him. He took the tie off and began counting the bills in front of him. I looked at Eric like he was crazy. He could get money this fucking easy?!
He counted a total of $5,000 and handed it to him.
"Alright, we're square." Eric smirked as he put the bills in his wallet.
"Right. Oh! How fucking rude of me to not offer anything. Anything to your liking gentlemen?" He gestured toward the case.
"Uh, a blunt would be nice." Eric said. Alonzo nodded and pulled a box from under the table that contained a grinder, rolling papers, packs of cigarillos, lighters, more weed in baggies, and a pocket knife.
"Again, I apologise. I usually offer at greeting." He said and began to prepare it. I still sat and tried to process what was going on.
"So Trenton," Alonzo started, snapping me out of my thought process. "I see you're not much of a talker."
"Nah not really." I said.
"Yeah he's always like that." Eric chuckled.
"I see. Interesting. So tell me something about you, what can I call you?"
"Trent." I said.
"You know, you look very familiar. I just can't seem to put my finger on it."
"Yeah, I get that a lot sometimes."
"I see." He chuckled. "So, how old are you?"
"17."
"Are you interested in this kind of business?"
"I mean, sort of. But I'd rather just continue with this basketball thing and getting money... the right way for my mom and stuff, you know?"
"I know exactly what you mean. I admire that. A real man. You hear that Tara? Eric brought a real man in here!" Alonzo called to his prostitute. She looked me up and down and licked her lips. I glanced away. He undid a bag of what looked like baby powder and began to use his ID that he'd gotten in with and began to cut it and form it into lines, then snorting it.
"Trent, you seem like a great guy. No arguments about that. But your friend just made $5,000 in a week. That doesn't sound tempting to you?" He questioned. I was silent, not knowing how to answer. He lit the blunt he'd rolled. "Let me put it like this. It takes a real man to want to work hard and reach his goals while trying to take care of the people he loves. It takes a greater man to realize we only have one life. One life that isn't wasted on fairytale dreams that'll just end up with you losing your NBA contract over you allegedly raping some blonde airhead when you're not making enough buzz, and then eventually end up in bankrupty and not a penny to your name." He said between hits. His words kind of hit me. I nodded.
"And in this life, you live to the fullest. More money, way more money," He began before getting up to a vertical closet and opening it, revealing shelves full of money counted up and in rubber bands. "Stress killers," He referred to the case on the table. "And beautiful pussy whenever you choose." He smirked at Tara, who did the same back and sat on the arm of the couch across from us, to the right of Alonzo. "Who knows, you could be as loaded and successful as me and be able to use a roll of Benjamin's as your toilet paper." He chuckled. I rubbed my temple.
"I... I don't know about it." I sighed.
"C'mon, you're building an empire. You'd be the richest young man I know." He muttered. I began to think about school and basketball, and seeing how long would my career really be successful. I began to imagine how much I could do for Mom, Dad and Donna. How I could make their lives stress free forever. I gave in.
"Ok. What do I do?" I finally said. Alonzo grinned.
"Perfect!" He said in a chipper tone. "Now how this works, which has changed a bit since I've gotten out of prison, probation, and house arrest," He began. Damn, I thought. "I begin instilling my trust in you. Which I am trying to do with you now Trent. I want you to trust me like how you'd trust your lawyer to get you off of an obvious murder you've committed. I want you to trust me, with everything." He said. He began to stand and pace. "Is that something you can do with me?"
"Sure?" I said, unsure as hell.
"Great. If you trust me and do exactly as I ask, everything will be fine. What comes next in the process is me telling you, my dear friend, how this business works and everything you should know. Firstly, everyone pulls their weight for a fair pay. I have dealers, dancers, prostitutes--they all do their job for a little commission based on their sales. The set percentage you get back is .25% with everyone, but is subject to change dependant upon how much you're bringing in. My job, young man, is to supply you with what you'll need to make this happen for the both of us. For this whole little organization, which happens at the end of every week or two. I'll let you know when to check back every time you come to fill your gas tank back up." He said. He realized he held on to the blunt the entire time he talked and passed it to me. I hit it hard and almost hacked up a lung. He gave a pained expression.
"Not use to smoking the real good shit, is he daddy?" Tara laughed. I rolled my eyes as Alonzo chuckled.
"Be careful you, there's ecstasy in that blunt." He pointed a finger at me. I'd never done ecstasy before but remained calm and collected. I just shrugged it off. "But with that being said, are we on the same page and in agreement with each other?"
"I believe so." I said. He grabbed another bag and began to fill it.
"You and Eric are close, and you're filling up at the same time so you both have the same check back date in a week. Eric, show him the ropes." He said snorting another line. My lips tingled and I felt like a balloon. I passed the blunt to Eric. I then sat the bag on the couch next to me.
"Its great to have you on board. So, tell me some things about yourself, Trent. I wanna get to know each other better. What's the life like? What do you do other than basketball?"
"School really. Other than that I'm hanging out. I was looking for a job but I guess I found one." I chuckled, hittitiing the blunt again then passing it to Eric.
"Ah I see. What's the home life like?" He said.
"It's... something." I began, smirking. " My dad just got out of a relationship with my step mom and now he's got his own place, my mom is thinking of moving us their. I think their about to get together but I don't know." I shrugged. My eyes were heavy.
"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. What's their names?"
"My mom's name is Symphony, my dad's is Kyjuan, and my step mom's name is Angelique. I have a sister named Donna too."
"Great names." He said, straight faced. "Do you have a little girlfriend?"
"I do actually, her name's Alexandria."
"Oh that's not gonna last."
" I'm sorry?"
"Wait, have you gotten some already?"
"Yeah but w---"
"Kill it then. A man with a tavern like this? Full of sexy women? What, are you gonna wait until the shit falls apart? Just save yourself some time man. Save the drama and teenage heartbreak." He chuckled.
"We'll see." I shrugged. We talked for a bit longer until Eric was passed out.
"Well I don't want to keep you  guys from the party. I have some new cuties tonight." He smacked Eric's leg and hw jolted up. "Go have the night of your lives. No school, no worries, just money and bitches on top of bitches." He chuckled. We parted ways, backpacks on our backs.
"Yo, c'mere." Eric said over the music, nodding toward the strippers. We sat on the couch in front of them, watching them dance. I began to feel uneasy.
"I don't think I can man, I mean I have Alexandria and shit." I said.
"C'mon you damn tight wad. Just loosen up for once, shit." Eric rolled his eyes. Damn, I'm a tightwad? I thought i was pretty laid back. "You have no idea how it is having a best friend that doesn't let loose and just party sometimes." He said, throwing money on the stage. I sighed. What the hell, I might as well live life to the fullest like what was said to me. There's nothing to lose, and I have all of my life ahead of me to fix it if I wanted to.
"Fuck it man." I said, motioning one of the girls for a lap dance.
"That's what I'm talkin' about man!" Eric laughed.
On thw stage there were 4 girls, each of different color. There was a black female with long dark hair and amazingly large assets but with a slender frame. There was a white woman... who is self explanatory for body shape, there was a mixed lady with a body like an hourglass, round titties and ass, plump lips, and long caramel curled hair, and an Oriental women who's obviously been in the US too long. She wasn't built like a regular Oriental woman, but she had sexy curves and a round ass with her straight, jet black hair in a high ponytail. I motioned at the Oriental of course. She began to rub my chest and twerk on me.
We drank more drinks and danced with countless women all night before heading back to his house at about 2am.