Sometimes I miss being in jail... sounds crazy but while I was in there I ran shyt, I was fuckin whoever I wanted C.O.'s, inmates, various members of the staff.... whoever the fuck I wanted and the people fuckin loved me, mainly because I kept it real. Some people would call me a pimp, but I like to think of myself as a high end businessman; I mean sure I got a couple of niggas under my guidance, and sure I'm the one who sets up 'appointments' for them but every dude I got is free to leave if they want but they don't because they're smart. Most of the dudes got records that prevent them from getting any real job and most of them don't wanna go back to jail so I help them in other ways.... you'd be surprised how many of these celebrities, politicians, and businessmen are on the downlow and how they come to me to quench their thirst. But of all the dudes I've helped there was none that both infuriated me and turned me on more than Diante Richmond... more on him later right now I had some business to handle. I sat outside of Elijah's house waiting for Jaire to come out so I could get going, I didn't like being outside mainly because it was fall and I fuckin hated spring and fall.
"Here man, Elijah better be lucky I wasn't busy." Jaire said handing me an envelope that I knew contained some important documents I needed Elijah to sign.
"Much appreciated...." I said handing the envelope to my cousin and right hand man Que. "So I hear you've been showing my son a good time." I asked and I'm not going to lie, I could see the appeal... then again Samson had good taste just like me.
"That's my boy... now if you excuse me I gotta get back to my son, I left him with my cousin and if I'm gone for too long he's liable to teach him some more cuss words." Jaire said nodding before walking off. I noticed another car parked in front of Elijah's house and watched as Diante's little brother got out and walked over to my car.
"Russell Clemont aka Sonny, aka Big Dawg.... why are you at my brother in laws house?" De'Veon asked and I smiled, that little nigga was bold and I always appreciated when dudes weren't afraid to approach me.
"Elijah knows I'm here, you can call him if you don't believe me but I was picking up some papers and since he's outta town he had Jaire do it since Jaire has a key." I said looking at him and he stared at me for a second before shrugging, He backed up as my driver started the car and began to pull out of the driveway. "Tell Diante to hit me up." I said smiling and De'Veon's eyes flickered with anger.
"Where to next boss?" My driver asked and I had to think about it for a second.
"Black's barbershop." I said as a sudden idea struck me and I figured while I was out I might as well check on something that had been nagging at me for weeks. We pulled up to the barbershop and as always it was packed, thankfully I had a lot of clout and Black usually made space for me.
"Wassup Big Dawg?" Black said dappin me up and I looked around for that little dude Chino. "He's not here... last I heard he was laid up with Luka somewhere, they've been kickin hard lately." Black said... fuck, I thought to myself I wasn't the type to interfere with two people who were talking though if they ever stopped talkin he was fair game. "You getting a cut?'
"Just a trim, I'm going to visit my son and I always gotta look my best or his goofy ass will clown me and then I'll have to cut him off." I said shaking my head.
"Samson?" Black asked and I could see where he'd reach that conclusion because as far as most people knew I had one son but the truth is I had two sons... Russell Junior and Samson, Russ was in college so I really didn't get to see him much and plus his mom is fuckin crazy, I was fifteen when I got her pregnant and she was twenty five, crazy thing is Samson was conceived about a month after Russ was so they were the same age Russ was just a month older.
"Nah Russ, my other son... but I'm kinda on a tight schedule so can we get this show on the road." I said and Black led me to the back where his little brother was sitting at a desk doing his homework. "When does the season start Lil' Black?" I asked him and he looked up at me, his eyes flashing with irritation.
