I knew that’s not what she wanted to hear but she’s a smart girl, so the logic of what i’m saying will kick in eventually.
“What.. What does that mean?”, she asked, looking like she was ready to get defensive.
“Let’s not do this right now”, I urged.
“No explain, what do you mean?”, she pushed. Her eyebrows were raised and her face went from being hurt to angry.
“I’m just saying, you can’t expect me to always be pouring out my feelings, that’s not who I am or how I get shit done. I understand the importance of emotions but I’m not going to sit here and have a therapy session everytime. Unpacking means you have to stop and if I stop everything comes crashing down.”
“Okay, but you can talk to me though.”
I grinned, “you don’t get the Bam that everyone else does, so you’re confused. This is me talking to you Royaal, I do talk to you but something’s are only for me. I’m a businessman, I can’t tell you everything.
She looked like she wanted to refute but couldn’t find anything. She sighed and leaned her body towards the window. That meant I won and she didn’t have any more words for me. I filled the cabin with music to drown out our deafening silence. The ride back to the crib felt long and drawn out, that’s one thing about Toronto ‘s traffic; it’s any time of day. She hopped out of the car and called over to me that she’ll text me later.
Her ass swayed as she angrily walked away. If I had more time I’d tear her little shit up before I cut but I had to head over to the bitches house. Paris has been trippin’ lately since the shooting. She made me realize I may not have kids but I damn sure have people depending on me. Paris, China and Miami held me down when I was a baby pimp, so I could never just leave them high and dry.
I nodded to the concierge when I walked past him to the elevator lobby. He always gives me a fake smile, but deep down I’m pretty sure he hates me. He thinks I have three girlfriends and were into poly and we were all rich. He use to ask me questions anytime he’d see me until he realized I was giving him fake stupid answers. Now he forces himself to smile everytime he sees me.
The girls lived on the 7th floor. They lived in my first spot I ever bought. I use to sleep on the couch and they had their room, till I got my shit sorted out. I use to shackle up with Paris every once in a while till I realized it’s bad for business. And I mean because I knew instantly Paris wasn’t going to be my wife, she was just my worker. We worked amazing together but she’s not for me. So to have her in her feeling bout my dick, is dumb as fuck cause then she’s going to be irrational. And irrational women don’t make money, they make problems. When women get into that dumb over dick mode it’s over. You can be speaking facts and logical sense but they’re talking emotion and feelings.
I pushed the key into the keyhole but the door was already unlocked. I threw open the door clutching on my stick, just in case it was bout to be some bullshit. China jumped from behind the fridge and screamed.
“Man, why the fuck you busting in like the police? You scared the shit out of me” she said, grabbing a bottle of wine and orange juice.
“Why the fuck is the door unlocked?”, I asked locking it behind me and walking towards the kitchen.
“I don’t know Mia was the last one in”, China snitched.
“My bad Bam, I thought I locked it”, Miami apologized as she emerged from her room. She was wearing an oversize t-shirt, jogging pants and a bonnet.
“Where the fuck did you go looking like that?”, I teased as I gave China a hug.
“Bitch you always think you locked it.. Double check!” China hugged me back and then nudged her as she walked back towards her room with her mimosa.
“She’s so mean on her period.. I went to grab weed-“, Miami whined as she gave me a hug.
“Ahht aht, I don’t want to hear about that shit. Where’s Paris?”
Miami’s face flushed red, she was never good at lying. “She went to her spin class”, she fibbed.
“Since when is she doing a spin class?
“I don’t know, I’m not her mom, I don’t keep tabs on her”, she said trying to storm away to her room. I knew she was just trying to avoid telling me the truth.
“Nah come back here bro”, I motioned to her. “I told her I was going to pull up, she didn’t say anything about spin-“
Just as we were talking, the door began to unlock. “What’s wrong with you bitches, I said I was just-” She stopped right her track as soon as she pushed open the door and saw me.
“How nice of you to join us Paris. You were saying…” I snapped Miami a quick look.
“…To leave the door open cause I was just running to the garbage.”
“Ohhh, I thought you went to your spin class”, Miami chuckled nervously.
“No dummy, you’re so deaf, I said I was going to the garbage chute, spins tomorrow. I thought you said you’re going to hit me when you’re leaving?” She walked towards me for a hug. I could feel them playing me right now, but I was going to play the long game.
“I did princess, check your phone.”
“Oh my bad, I didn’t even take it in. Well I made food, do you want me to take you out some?”
Miami scurried back into her room, probably praying I didn’t realize she just lied to me. “Nah I just ate remember but it smells good, I’ll take some to go though.”
“Aight”, she went to the bathroom to wash her hands and then to the kitchen to pack a to go plate. “So how are you doing stranger?”
I took a seat on the couch and kicked my feet up on the coffee table. “I’m doing good, no complaints. How are you? How’s work?”
“I’m doing good, I started taking a spin class to help with my emotions and shit. It’s actually working, I got the idea from you and Biz to be honest and works, work.”
“Oh yeah, why didn’t you say anything?”
“I don’t know, I know you’ve been busy with everythings that’s going on and it’s not about money so..”
That’s one thing about Paris, she gets it. I don’t have to break shit down to her like I do with Royaal. I spent the rest of my time kicked up with the girls, we ended up smoking and watching a movie. They were happy and talking about how it feels like the old days again.
I left them to go buck my nigga Mali, Biz was going to come through too. Mali and his girl were there that night, when they shot at us. He wanted that nigga’s head just as much as I do.
“Who is it?” asked Mali from behind his thick mahogany door.
“Nigga stop playing, I know you can see it’s me on your ring light”, I threw up my middle finger into the camera.
His laugh echoed over the intercom as he opened the door. “What’s good fam”, he dapped me as he let me in.
“Nothing much nigga, just came back from the girls crib.”
“Is that Bam?”, asked Summer as she entered the entryway.
“Hey Summer”, I leaned in for a hug.
“Aight babe i’m leaving, you two behave and don’t fuck up my house.” She kissed Mali and tapped my shoulder before heading to her car.
“How is she?”, I asked.
“You know, she’s aight, she’s still having nightmares and shit though.”
“Yeah, same with Royaal.”
“Fam, I can’t believe they were in that shit”, he led us to his kitchen where he poured us a drink. “Like this nigga has got to go, the fuck you mean you’re giving my girl nightmares?”
We tapped our glasses and took a sip of our drink.
“So I’ve been thinking about it, killing this nigga’s too easy. We have to make him suffer first fam.”
“Obviously we’ll torture the nigga.”
I took a sip from my cup and contemplated whether I was going too far or not far enough. “We’re going to kidnap Ari and kill them both.”
“You want to kill both of them?” Mali asked, he seemed a little taken back.
“Yeah and then someone can have French if not, we’ll run her out the city. Once we kidnap Ari, Pablo’s going to come for her. And once both of them are gone, that little bitch will be up for grabs.”
“I don’t want that fam”, he laughed.
“I don’t think anyone will to be honest”, I laughed and took another sip.
The noise from the doorbell ripped through our conversation.
“Must be Biz”, said Mali before he checked his ring light.
“Who is it?”, teased Mali as he walked towards the door.
“Nigga if you don’t open this fucking door, I’ma shoot it. Then your white neighbors are gonna call the cops.”
Mali laughed and opened the door, “you bitch nigga bout calling the cops.”
“I wouldn’t call the cops I said your white neighbors are going to do it for me.” He walked into the kitchen, “what’s up nigga? You hear this clown?”, he asked as he went into the cupboards to grab a glass. He poured himself something to drink and sat down at the table.
“This nigga really just poured himself a glass”, I said laughing at Biz’s antics.
“He does that everytime he comes over fam, he thinks he lives here”, joked Mali.
Biz laughed, “nigga shut up”.
“So we’re going to brush Ari and Pablo” I said, cutting straight to business. “And then that French girls going to be a renegade, so you know she’s up for grabs.”
“Oh fuck yes, you know i’m down. I’ve been waiting to shoot this pussy in his face”, Biz raised his finger shaped like a gun and pretended to fire it. “I don’t know about the girl though, she was fucking with the ops. She can’t really be trusted.”
“You’re right still, she’s bad money”, said Mali.
“You guys don’t have to take her then, put something on it or run her off, I don’t care.” I said, I didn’t care what happens to French and I don’t think Royaal will either.
“Once we grab Ari, Pablo’s going to follow. Then, we brush Ari in front of him and after finish him off.”
“Then those problems are gone forever”, said Mali excited.
“You tink it’ll be that easy?”, asked Biz in a Jamaican accent.
“Obviously not brudda”, I replied.
“How are we going to get Ari though?”, asked Mali.
“We finna grab her after work before he does”, I said confidently.
The guys looked at me like they were a little confused but absolutely down for the ride. We sat around the table and planned shit out till it made sense. We said we were going to circle back later, cause Summer was about to come back home. And we all had to go, we didn’t realize it but the time flew. We all left feeling good about what’s about to happen next. We knew if we do this, there was no turning back.
Traffick’d 