*Read "Sweet, Sweet, Calliope" first*
Drug Kingpin's Michael and Caleb figure they have everything they ever wanted and for Caleb that rang true, but for Michael he was missing the one thing he had turned away from five years prior; Caleb's little...
Chapter inspiration from Where The Hood At x DMX, Lucifer x Jay-Z, and Niggas Bleed x Biggie.
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Michael's name rang bells throughout the streets of Atlanta.
In the eyes of associates he was ruthless, smart, and a force to be reckoned with. At only twenty-two he had acquired the respect and loyalty that some crime bosses didn't start to receive until they were already decades into the game. Meanwhile, Michael had done it in a matter of two and a half years.
He was King's righthand man. He had many hats in the game, maintaining a lot of roles such as; business consultant, law maker, and most importantly King's enforcer. It was hard to think that a man who didn't weight over a hundred and seventy pounds could strike fear into others, but Michael did it effortlessly.
All it took was one look in his brown eyes to let people know that he was not to be fucked with.
Unless he was around those who he considered family (which was only a select few) he barely spoke, never laughed, and smiling had become a thing of the past for him.
"Peachtree. Downtown." King said, looking at Michael and Caleb who stood in front of him. "105. Three hours."
"Three hours? You givin' us a job to do in three hours and we don't even know what we about to walk into? I'm not cool with that, Pops. I feel like we goin' in blind."
King let out a small chuckled as he took a seat in the chestnut brown executive chair. He rolled himself under the desk, propping his hands on the top as he clasped them closed.
"You have Michael," King looked in Michael's direction. "So, the last thing you're doing is going in blind. Just do whatever it is you have to do and bring back either the coke or the cream."
Caleb licked his lips and folded his arms. "Coke or cream, huh? So, what you trying to say is you don't know if these niggas are gon flip and we might have to pop them all."
"They're tourist. Some of them are known to be loyal, but this is our first transaction, so we'll see what happens. They might enjoy the product you just never know. The equipment is in the '01 buried in the trees. Get it and split it so it's not all riding in one car. Assess the situation when you get there and go from there." King spoke specifically to Caleb as he emphasized. "Assess, Caleb."
"Pops I am assessin' and I assess that we go in and come out with both. It don't sound like you trust these tourists or what they tryna build. No need in making enemies over a business transaction that can be cleaned up in five minutes."
King laughed and shook his head. "Just do what I say for once, son. Got it?"
Caleb glanced at Michael who just nodded, and they left out of the office a few seconds later. Michael looked down at his watch. Four-fifty.
