"Milan, come back. Please." Ace begged. She turned around, seeing the anxious look on his face.
" I can't lose you. I can't...I need you."
"Are you sure about that? Cause it looks clear to me what you really want in life. And it doesn't include m...
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Two weeks later, Thursday. Ace.
" Damn how much more you got to count ova' there?" Ricky says.
" 4 mo' stacks. Gotta to make sure this shit is straight...." Triz says. He was another one of the homies.
"Hell yeah...betta make sure it's 40 grand." I say. I light up a blunt, just waiting for them to finish up counting.
We already were out of product again and needed more, but we needed to make sure that we had enough money for Aramando. Personally, I thought we were going pretty smooth with everything, but Ricky's hardheaded ass wanted to go even bigger and buy even more product, so most of money went toward the products. I didn't think it was too good of an idea since we just started working with these other folks, but it was nearly impossible to out speak Ricky.
"This is crazy man. We just made 70 grand just in three motherfuckin' weeks....that's better than we ever done!" Ricky says.
"But look where our money is going. We need to be saving up and shit, stop selling the product out so fast..." Luz says.
" Man, would you shut the fuck up? Yo pockets ain't never been as wide as they are right now. I don't see why you even complainin' right now...."
" Nah, you ought to listen to em'....you see them niggas in Jersey know how to make their dough real nice....living all lavish and shit. They don't even buy as much as we do..."
"Nah nigga, that's because they sell outside of their fucking state.....they all over the map with this shit, like we need to be!"
"You forgot who I am?" I say, looking at him.
" Nah. I know. You are Ace Carter, son of a known ass drug lord across the East coast man. Shit, I'd be holding up ya pops legacy if I was you...." Ricky says as he grins.
" I only got in this shit because of what I needed when I was in high school and college...the money came quick when it was needed. You know my pops did all he could to keep me from this street shit. I'm a ball player. That's what I am."
" ....you're a ball player that is living two motherfuckin' lives. As much as you wanna hide the shit, you can't. This street shit is embedded in your blood man. You can't get away from it even if you tried..." Ricky says. The other guys agree with all he said. I sighed, getting up from the spot. Little did they know where they would be if I really opted out of this shit. I'm only doing this to hold them down the way they did when I needed them. It was all a loyalty thing for me.
