Married To The Game

C:13 | What's Done In The Dark Pt. 2

After basically a ten hour shift of making plays and deliveries, I was finally on the way home. I haven't seen Josh since the day we got back, and I knew that was killing him. He's been blowing me up about spending time together. I was too busy making Gianni's money back, so when I finally made time to get around to Josh, he was elated. I texted Josh and told him to meet at my place for some alone time. Minutes after I got in, I went to work cleaning up my apartment. I didn't want it to look like a trap house when Josh came in. After cleaning the apartment from top to bottom, Josh was knocking on my door minutes following. "Hey, you." I came with a hug and kiss. "You're hard to get in touch with." "I know, i'm sorry. How's work been going for you, though? You like it down here?" "I love it. Where's the bathroom? I need to-" He stopped mid sentence. I follow his gaze to the glass dining room table. My heart sank. I left a brick out on the table. As if he read my mind, we both dive to the table to grab the drugs-He beat me to it. "Josh-" "You got to be fucking kidding." He said, holding the brick up. "I know this ain't what you on." He continued. I was at a lost for words. "Say something!" I jumped a little at him raising his voice. This was my first time hearing Josh yell, or see him mad for that matter. "What you want me to say Josh? I sell drugs?" I said, reaching for it back. He snatched it away before my fingers even glazed it. "Whose shit is this?" "It's mine." "Esther don't play with me." "I'm not playing, Josh." He said nothing. "So that's how you been living down here? Selling drugs? That's where all this money's coming from? So what else you do, sell pu-" Before the word could come out of his mouth I smacked him. "Get the fuck out. And put my shit down! Yeah I sell dope and so the FUCK what?" "You're coming back to New York." Nigga, what? Is this nigga insane? Josh was out of line if he thought he could come back in my life after five years and try to make demands and shit. Things changed. And we weren't even together at that. "Coming back to New York?" I repeated. I had to make sure that's what I heard this nigga say. "Yeah, coming back to New York," He said, mocking me, "Obviously you can't handle staying down here. Fuck the job, and fuck this. Esther i'm not bullshitting." Josh sounded serious. But he would just have to pull his head out of his ass, because I was the last person who was going to be moving back to New York. "Yeah, you done lost your rabbit ass mind if you think you can come back in my life after five years and try to tell me what to do." "I was at fucking school Esther! God, quit trying to make it seem like I just up and left or ran off with another bitch!" "I don't give a fuck, school or not, you were still gone. And now you don't get to have a say so in what goes on with Esther. We're not even together, and you almost had a whole wife not too long ago, ANYWAYS!" Now he was quiet. He was being unfair at this point. "And I love you, but I don't plan on stopping. I make way too much money and i'm good at what I do. You told me to be passionate about whatever I decide to do. And that's what i'm doing." And with that, I retreated back to my bedroom. I'm just gonna let Josh decide how he was going to take it. I didn't want him to find out like this, and I didn't want this fight between us. "I apologize for what I said earlier, but this is a dangerous game you're playing, Esther." He stood in my doorway. "I know that, Josh." "Is this really what you want to do?" "At the moment." "Okay, Esther." And with that, he left.

I decided to text Gianni to let him know his drugs were sold. Still under the Vito alias, he asked me to meet him at his house to give him his money. I put the phone down in frustration, thinking of a way to ask for his address without causing suspicion. This also meant I had another trip to New York coming up. Obviously Vito knew where Gianni resided at, but of course, I'm not Vito. Scrolling through their messages for clues or an address, I went to their attachments. To my surprise, there was a location that had been sent. Considering it was only one, I decided I would try my luck with that one. I figured that it would most likely never be a case of where Gianni would have came to Vito for his money. You always report to the boss. Gianni wanted his money Wednesday. That gave me a few days to prepare, and let Snow in on what was going on. I didn't tell her everything, as far as what happened with Vito. All she knew was that I found a way to Omari's connect. And he wanted his money. We agreed we'd take a flight to New York that following Tuesday to meet with Gianni. I didn't know how Gianni was going to react to not only one but two strangers coming in his home and telling him they killed his underdog. Hopefully the extra money I made would sweeten the deal. I mean besides, who can say no to money?

Tuesday came, and before we knew it, we were stepping off the plane on New York soil. This wasn't Snow's first time in New York, as she turned out to be from Queens. When we got to the hotel room, we decided we'd go ahead and call it a night, to get ready for the big day. My mind was running all night. This meeting tomorrow was going to either make or break my position in the game. Hell, tomorrow could even be the difference in life or death. Who's to say Gianni wouldn't put a bullet right between my eyes after I tell him Vito's dead? An eye for an eye is usually how these things go. Unless Vito had no value to Gianni, the money wouldn't mean shit. He was going to take it anyways, after he killed us. I prayed he didn't kill us. And I made it clear to Snow that I was going to do the talking. She wasn't going to know what to say anyways, when he asked where Vito was. Hell I barely knew myself what to say. Or how to tell him I killed Vito. Eventually, I got lost in my thoughts and drifted to sleep.

The next morning was crucial. I take the extra suit case to the living room, where Snow was waiting. I opened the second compartment of the suit case, exposing all the MAC-11, AK-47, TEC-9, and glocks we smuggled past security. Snow, sticking to what she knows, grabbed the MAC-11. I decided to bring the desert eagle, just because it was easier to hide. "Remember, let me do the talking." I reminded her on the way to the location. Gianni's mansion was everything I dreamed of. After you drive down the-literally-three mile driveway, that's where the magic happens. The end of the driveway emerged into a loop, leaving a three layer ceramic fountain sitting smack in the middle. The low cut grass and newly planted palm trees would have you thinking you were in California rather than New York. I texted Gianni to let him know we arrived. "Here goes nothing," Snow said, tucking her MAC in her pants. After sharing a brief moment of silence, we both nod in agreement, and get out of the rental. For some reason, I had a feeling we wouldn't be leaving empty handed.

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