Snow looked at me like I had two heads, clearly regretting letting me take charge. Gianni leaned in closer to me, pointed the tip of the knife at me, and said "I like that. You have a good work ethic, Esther. Your attitude will take your career very far." "Thank you, Gianni." Standing up, Gianni placed the dope back on the table. "So, I imagine you two have had a long flight and long trip over here. I'll let you two get some rest. Let's say we pick things up tomorrow?" Now, Snow's focus turned to Gianni, giving him the same you're out of your damn mind look she gave me. On the way out the door, I couldn't help but think Snow was thinking she had gotten in too deep. "See you tomorrow." I called back to Gianni, who was trailing up stairs back to his studies. He gave a small wave and a evil crooked smile before disappearing. I made sure I fucked with Ameilia one more time before I left. With my glass of wine in my hand, I said "Oh, and Ameilia." "What?" She hissed, probably happy she was out of earshot of Gianni now. "You missed a spot." I poured the remains of my wine out on the marble floor, before letting the glass slip out of my hand. "Oops," Snow added, laughing as we closed the door behind us. I heard Ameilia say something, but her voice drowned behind the closed door.
Snow couldn't wait to get in my ass once we got in the car. "So what was that shit back there?" "What was what?" I asked, focused on the road, barely trying to pay her any attention. "Don't play stupid, Esther. You told this nigga we would sell his dope for him! As if the coke wasn't enough." I rolled my eyes behind my Chanel shades. I wasn't trying to hear Snow bitch and complain. The way I see it, I just landed us a deal of a lifetime. "Yeah. And?" "And you ain't never sold dope before and neither have I, so why the fuck would you tell him we would sell it?" "So what? You didn't know how to sell crack either, but we still learned, and look where we're at now because of it." "Yeah, tied up with some mob boss that we can't piss off." I slammed on the brakes, making the whole car stop in the middle of the road. Snow damn near flew out the window. "So, what you wanna do Snow? You want out? Let me know, cause i'll book you a flight home as soon as we get back to the hotel room. I don't got time for this, I'm trying to make us rich and all you wanna do is complain. I haven't heard one thank you since we got here." "Thank you? For what!?" Bitches are so ungrateful. She was tripping over nothing, but I wasn't about to keep listening to her bitch about it. "Whatever Snow, have it your way." I said, ending the conversation. She just didn't understand how big of an opportunity this was. But I understood, and I'd be damned if I missed it following her up. The ride to the hotel was dead silent. I wanted to know what Snow was thinking. Was she gonna bail? She had already came this far. What difference did selling a little bit of dope make?
"So what's up, Snow? To be real, I don't have time for the bitch fits. It's either you wanna make some money or you don't. Scared money don't make no money, and I know you know that. But i'm not gonna beg you, just let me know what's up so I can tell Gianni something tomorrow." I said, breaking the silence in the hotel. I could honestly care less what Snow decided to do. I just didn't want to be left hanging when Gianni asks where her ass was at. Snow wasn't the innocent and scared type of bitch, clearly, so I don't know what had her so shook up about some dope. "You need to talk to me first before you go off tryna make decisions for the both of us." "So you're saying you're scared to sell a little bit of dog food?" "I'm saying you need to talk to me first, I don't work for you. Are we doing this together or not? Cause the selfish shit ain't cool." Selfish? It took everything in me not to laugh in Snow's face. How the hell was I being selfish? It was because of me we knew Omari's connect; because of me we were making double the money we made working for Omari; and because of me we were about to get paid. "Okay Snow. You're right. Just tell me what you wanna do, please." I tried not to let the irritation in my voice sneak out. Enough of the lectures and pouting. I just wanted to know where her head was with this dope shit. "You know i'm down, Es." I rolled my eyes, wishing she would of just said that in the first place. "You're a trip, Snow."
We got to Gianni's estate around ten fifteen. I ringed the doorbell, expecting Ameilia to swing open the door, but instead it was a different housekeeper. "Goodmorning, Ms. Deans and Ms. Monarch." The fact that Gianni got ahold of me and Snow's government names was news to me. Not surprising, but still news. "Hey, goodmorning." I said, stepping past her. "Where's Ameilia?" I added, looking at the crystal clean marble floor, where my glass once was. "Oh, Ameilia is no longer with us at the moment." I smiled. Maybe Gianni did catch what happened yesterday and came to his senses. "I'll be right back, let me go get Mr. Braswell." The new housekeeper disappeared upstairs, before coming back down with Gianni. "Goodmorning! Hopefully you two got a goodnights sleep?" "We did. Ready to learn." Snow said. I guess she figured this time she was going to take charge, and since it was our first day, I figured I'd let her. Since it was killing her to just stay put and shut the fuck up, I hope she knew what to say. Gianni put his arm around her, and said "Well i'm glad somebody had a change of heart! I was beginning to worry you'd skip out on me." Gianni led us towards the back of the estate, revealing another tail of the house. We followed him to a room, with a small vault attached to it. He goes in the vault and gets ten bricks, similar to the one he had yesterday. "Here. I'll give you both five to start out with." And who knew that five would be more then enough. The dope looked pretty similar to the coke we were selling, besides the brown tint in color. Different dope had different shades to them, depending on what you cut the dope with. Gianni had two different kinds of dope, the white and the brown. The white was the dope in it's purest form, and it was more refined then the brown dope. Since the white dissolved so easy in water, the junkies would shoot it up instead of smoking it. After playing the numbers game, Gianni decided that he would give us the dope for a little over sixty dollars a gram, selling for eighty a gram on the market. That would put us at $80,000 a brick that we made back. Gianni gave us a deal for the bricks, too, only charging us $65,000. "This is the best product you're going to find in New York. My dope is so good it can endure a five cut." Meaning every gram that got bought could stand five grams of cut. And if he put three cuts on it, the dope could put a nigga on his ass. Gianni gave us all the dope on consignment, and that was cool with us for now since we had clientele. Then, we went our separate ways.
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Married To The Game
Mistero / Thriller. This is the story of Esther, who gets caught up in the game. **This book is for Educational Purposes only**
