"I'll be back in a couple days." I said to Victoria. She was sitting on the floor, packing some things into my suitcase.
I was going to Atlanta for three days to speak to Del Rio. He was the biggest Colombian drug kingpin in the South, and he did a little digging when I needed him to. He knew my crew for about five years now, and he could tell me about any and everything I needed to know about what moved down there.
"You need to go back to your house, and get out of mine is what you need to do." She joked around, folding my pants and sliding them inside the bag.
I laughed and smiled. "I ain't goin' no where, Vic." I said, zipping up the bag.
She grabbed my hand before I could finish. "Wait!"
"What?" I asked.
"I bought you, Trey and Dreux some things to take with y'all just in case shit goes down." She went to her closet and came back with huge gift bags. She put them by the door and waved her finger at me. "Don't open them until you get to the A." She demanded. I nodded my head and picked up one of them, trying to take a peek inside.
"What part of 'don't open' don't you understand?" She scolded, grabbing the bag out of my eager hands. I held my hands up in surrender motion and picked up my zipped suitcase.
"Can you grab the gifts that you bought and put them in the car for me, since I can't open 'em?" I asked her. She sauntered over and picked them up, mumbling words as she went downstairs to the all-white Range Rover. Dreux and Trey pulled up in their small sports cars and got out, bringing bags with them.
"Nigga we takin' this bitch car?" Dreux asked. I shook my head and dapped Trey.
"Don't do my car bitch. You wanna fit or nah?" I challenged. He laughed and put his bag in the trunk.
"Oh, hell no, look at these two dicks in my driveway." Victoria yelled, coming from the doorway.
Dreux and Trey smiled and each gave her hugs. "Vic, when you gon leave this asshole and be with me?" Dreux asked. She smiled, and pointed to the door.
"You want me to go get packed right now?" She joked around.
I stared at them both and frowned. "Yo Dreux, fall back before I kill you." I said. Victoria laughed and walked over to me, smiling and kissing my lips.
"You know I only want you baby." She whispered into my ear. I nodded my head and picked her up, kissing her neck.
"I'll see you in a couple days." I pulled out the keys to my house and gave them to her. "These are the keys to my place. Make sure everything is in order and please collect my mail." I listed off to her, putting her small frame on the ground. She nodded her head and smiled.
"I might go stay over there, since you gon be gone." She said. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Don't make no mess at my house and not clean it up, man." I said. She laughed and nodded her head.
"I won't, just make sure you stay safe." She requested.
"I should be sayin' that to you, seein' as that bitch Jesse know where you live." I replied seriously. She shook her head.
"He's all talk and no play. He won't do shit." She said, waving me off.
"Whatever Vic, I got Manny and Paige comin' over to stay until I get back. Wherever you go they go and whatever you do they do too." I said. She opened her mouth to protest, but I covered it with my hand. "I don't need to hear what you have to say right now. If I here that you didn't cooperate with them I'm gon have yo ass when I get back. Understand?"
She nodded her head and bit my hand. I pulled it back and shook it up and down. "What the fuck?!" She stood on her tippy toes and kissed my lips a thousand times.
"I'll see you later." She said, while walking towards the house. "Bye, Trey and Dreux!" She yelled.
"Bye wifey!" Dreux yelled. They all laughed while I frowned, rubbing my hand as we all got into the Range.
"Y'all ready to bounce?" I said, heading towards the outer state freeway. They nodded their heads and Trey pulled out at least ten pre-rolled blunts, and an ounce of weed.
"Damn Nigga, you smoke more than me and Carter put together!" Dreux yelled from the backseat. I nodded my head in agreement and laughed.
"Whatever bitch, as long as Carter don't get us pulled over we should be good." Trey replied.
"Is these our presents in the trunk?" He said, grabbing them and passing them to us, as our names were in print on the card.
"Yeah, open mines and tell me what it is." I said.
"Damn, nigga I hope we don't get pulled over or we goin' to jail!" Trey yelled. In his hand was a customized gold AK-47 with his name in cursive on the barrel.
"Oh, shit." I said to myself.
"Nigga, we all got one! Shit mine is bad as fuck!" Dreux yelled.
"Mine is nice too." I had to give Victoria props; she could pick out some bomb-ass guns.
I handed Dreux me and Trey's guns, before turning my head back to the road. "Put that shit back in the bags, and cover them up good before we go to prison." I exclaimed. Dreux did as he was told and Trey lit up the first blunt.
It was gon be a long ass trip.
*
"Carter, Chy house is nice as fuck." Trey said, coming into one of the guest rooms. Chyenne was one of my out-of-state workers, who kind of had a crush on me. And everyone in the crew too.
I nodded my head and shot Victoria a text, saying we made it here safely. The trip was alright, and long like I thought it would be. All ten of those blunts were gone as soon as we hit Arizona, and we had to pull over and roll more.
"Aye, Carter I think Chy want the D." Dreux goofy ass said, walking into the room. I shook my head and frowned.
"Nigga you think everybody want the D from you. Be fuckin' quiet bitch!" Trey said.
"We gotta go meet up with Del Rio tonight. That nigga havin' a whole fuckin' dinner party that he want us to attend." I told them.
"I hope he don't expect me to wear no tux cause I ain't." Dreux said.
I looked at the text that Del had sent me. "He said to dress formally and bring dates." I looked at them and smirked. "So who y'all bringin'?" I asked.
Dreux smiled and wiggled his eyebrows. "I'm takin' Chy fine ass." He said. I laughed and moved on to Trey.
"If I gotta take a bitch as a date I'm takin' Bia." Bia was a Colombian girl who lived about two blocks away from Chyenne. She had a nice coke-bottle shape and long dark brown hair that touched the middle of her back.
"Man, Bia a fine ass bitch!" Dreux said. "Who you takin' Carter?" He asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Nobody. Del know what it is." I truthfully spoke.
"Aww our nigga King is whipped." Trey said in a baby tone. I nodded my head proudly and texted her back on my phone.
"Betta enjoy it while it lasts cause she gon be my wife soon!" He joked.
"Nigga please, you wish she want yo dusty ass." I prodded. He laughed and stood up walking into the hallway screaming, "FREE WORLD!!"
