More to Love

Big E (De'Mario's POV)

I watched Ty'Lyla walk into her house but not before she turned back and winked at me. I chuckled. She took one more glance at me before going inside her house. She's a keeper for real. I ain't never really had feelings for nobody but she something special I can tell. I'm gone make her mine in time. The way I was kissing on her and how her booty felt no doubt she a freak. But she wifey material too. She know how and when to take control. I need a woman like her. I was a little disappointed that I'm still in the damn friend zone but sooner or later she won't be able to resist my charm.

I waited 30 more seconds, then started backing out and made my way to the trap house in the city. This one was unground an old warehouse that my family used to own. My nigga Melo called me and told me this one Latino nigga wanted to buy some coke. 20 pounds. So you know I have to make my way up there to really see if this jigga was talking business. Them Latinos are the ones that'll set up yo ass real quick.

I pulled up to the warehouse and got in my killer mode. Before I got out the car I got my gun from my backseat and my knife and hid my gun on my waist and the knife in my Timberland boots. I got out and made my way to the door. I put my hand on the scanner and it identified it was me and let me in. I walked all the way down the steps to see one of my body guards by the door.

"Wassup BJ?" I gave him a nod. His real name Black Jack but he prefers BJ.

"Nothing Money. What about you?" He replied.

"Chilling easy." He nodded and proceeded to let me in the door. I get greeted as always and as always back I give them a nod. Saw Craig, Fat Boy C, Doobee and Melo waiting for me by the meeting room. I gave them all a dab.

"He in there?" I ask.

"Yeah man, he an inpatient mf. He bouta get his head popped off if he gone keep on talking shit boi." Craig replies.

"Chill man. Let's go inside and see if he really about business. Yall got the shit?

They all nodded. "Good. But what this nigga name Mel?"

"Lautaro Diego Alejandro." I nodded.

We went in the meeting room and closed the door. We all sat down opposite of them. I saw a man so I assume is Lautaro cause he sat in the middle across from me and his people were on the sides. He looked about in his late 30's or so. He had a clean cut, a black beard and was fat. He was a little tan and kind of looked Italian. He had a scar above his lip and it looked new. He also had one on his cheek that also looked fairly new.

"Lautaro?" I finally spoke out, putting on my business face. "So tell me how much you asking for?"

He spoke with a thick Latin voice, "I need 25 pounds. I heard you get your imported and I need the top notch shit." Yeah we get our shit imported from France. You wouldn't think they'd do that type of shit down there but trust me. They make the best kind. I ain't never tried it but a couple of my niggas have and was tweaking for forever.

"What's your price?" He asked me.

"$800,000."

"Deal."

"Lemme see the money first before I give you the coke." He snapped his fingers and one of his guys stood up and put the suitcase on the table and opened it up. Bunch of fucking cash. My eyes lite up. As I scanned over it, I believed it was the price. If not, I'll just tell the nigga and if he don't give me the money. Simple. I'll kill him.

I nodded my head at Doobee and he stood up to go get the product.

"Your supply will be here in a minute." I stood up to go shake his hand. "Nice doing business with you."