Trill Love Part 1

Chapter 12

  

*Authors Note*

Hey I just want to say I love and appreciate each and every person that took the time out there day and gave my book a chance. It really  makes my day knowing it's people out their that actually enjoy my work. Makes me grind harder. So I just wanted to let you all know that. Enjoy.. because shit about to get real. 

xoxo Misskbabi 

 Vant pulled into his plug's driveway with ease. The beautiful spring day bringing his spirts up, he enjoyed hearing the birds chirp and the homeowners mow their lawn with care. Something you never saw in the hood. People could care less about keeping up with the outside appearance of their housing authority apartments or section 8 houses. It was just how it was, different views and values. Opa his plug was living lavish Vant always felt like he was living good and doing very well for himself. But when he was around Opa he always was humbled and brought back to reality that he was able to live so much better. It was so much more bread to be made and that was why he grinded so hard. Nobody was ever going to say they put him on or gave him shit. It felt better at the top when you know you achieved everything on your own from the ground up. That was something Opa always instilled in Vant's head. Which was another reason why Vant fucked with him so hard, he wasn't your average plug. See Opa actually gave a fuck, he didn't have any kids or a wife of his own and he always blamed that on the fact that he was invested in his buisness so deep that he didn't make much time for personal relations. Which was something that he doubted everyday, so he was close to Vant. During the duration of their relationship they grew a bond.  Albeit they were were doing business together and he was who supplied Vant they relationship had grew drastically over the few years. Opa trusted Vant and genuinely wanted to see him succeed. He looked at Vant like the son he was never able to have that was why he gave him the many mental jewels, invited him to his sanctuary where he laid he head and kept his bread and was giving him the keys for little to nothing. 

   Opa was a fairly darkly tanned Mexican man in his fifty's who was aging fast by the day. He kept his hair long and almost greasy looking and wore nothing but loose shirts with psalms trees and collars. From the average eye you would never know that this man was a millionaire almost billionaire. He didn't carry his self as so and he hated a lot of attention. It was how he made it on the streets running the business he ran so successfully and long. The Feds wasn't looking for a man who wasn't  flashy and humble, they had their eyes on people who was rolling around in Rolls Royce's and spending a million a day with no legal clean business to prove where exactly that money was coming from. Opa did all that he was a OG now it was no longer his time to reign and act crazy, he would leave that to the new younger generation. He had only hoped that his prodigy Vant  had thoroughly listened to what he told him over the years. 

  Opa had a young beautiful Latina woman open the door and Vant wasn't  shocked at all. This was normal for Opa and how he ran things.  All of his workers were young exotic looking woman, he had told him once "Why would I pay to have someone around the house that don't look good"? And Vant definitely felt him on that one because his staff had a nigga wanting to hire some of his own. 

     "Aloha Papi we were expecting you follow me this way" she instructed leading him up a case of white spiral steps towards an outside balcony. Vant couldn't keep his eyes off the thickness of her plump round ass in the silk blue dress she wore that hugged her best assets. God damn she beautiful Vant thought imaging all the nasty things he would do with her. But shit the way his life was set up currently he didn't have time for no extra chicks and although she was something different he would chill. Shit not everything that looked good was good for you anyways. Temptation didn't get the best of him he had shot down many bad bitches and he would only shoot down more it was money to be  made. Them hoes came a dime a dozen. The woman smiled graciously as she opened  the white panel balcony doors to a small table with two chairs where Opa sat comfortable reading a newspaper.