𝐋 𝐈 𝐄 𝐒.

0 8.

The following day, Friday.
Ace.

"Who's going up there?" Luz says as we sat in the car. Ricky looks at me, but I shake my head.

" I'm not going up there.I'm too fucked up nigga."

"Then you gotta do it Rick—"

"Cool. I ain't no pussy. I'm about this money." he says.
He reaches back and grabs the product from Luz's hand, stepping out of the car.

We watched as he did a few exchanges with people. I could already tell they had were slanging some deep shit. Ricky turns around, signaling for us to park further back so the people wouldn't see him enter the car.

"You think this far enough?" Luz says. I nod and we wait for him to come inside of the car.

"How much did you get?"

"I don't know where the fuck these broke bums got all this from, but all I know is it's heavy and looking good as shit." Ricky says, kissing the stacks of money.

We make our way back to his crib, so we could sort out all of this product and clean some of this money. A whole of money was coming through, especially with selling these drugs like this. I haven't had to loan any money to fund getting more products because they were making enough dough selling.

Only reason for that is because I told them to raise the price up on everything. If people wanted the shit as bad as they make it seem, then they could find a way to pay for it. I didn't even know why I bothered coming around anymore. Everything was working pretty cool, so it didn't seem like the boys needed me around any longer. I could finally go and do me, and stray away from this shit.

"Damn, this place is lit!" I thought as we made our way into Ricky's .

"I had to get the party going before it actually started going, you know what I mean?"

I shook my head, and headed to the kitchen to get myself something to sip on. I watched as Luz and some other dude counted cash, while some other guys were dealing with the product, putting it into bags and such. Ricky was smoking on a backwood and sweet talking some chick that was sitting on his lap.

I sat on the couch, drinking my drink as vibed out while listening to the music that was playing. Today was a productive day for the most part. I spent most of the day bonding with my daughter, taking her to Chuck E Cheese to have fun and play. And before that, I got up real early and went to jog.

I usually run at least 3 miles when I can in the morning, but today I went above and beyond, running 5 straight. And after that, I went down to practice at the team facility, working on my shot.

"You wanna hit?" Ricky asks. I take the blunt from his hand, and it immediately hit me as I inhaled. I took a couple of more puffs and pass it back to him. I wasn't tryna get high, but I needed it to release some of the light stress I had.

I felt myself dozing off a bit until I felt my pager buzz. I didn't even wanna answer it, but it was get annoying. When I pulled it out, it finally stopped. Milan was the only person to float across my mind. She was the only person I could think of to be calling me like this at this time of night. She's been on my mind every since that night we went to the movie, but I haven't seen her since. I tried to call her, but she didn't answer any of my calls or anything.