Both of our eyes shot up to see who called him.
“Moe? What the fuck are you doing here?” He asked with a twisted face, fixing his posture to stand up straight.
“Paris gave me your link”, she said timidly but staring dead at me.
“This bitch doesn’t know how to keep anything to herself.” He sighed annoyed, pulling out his phone.
“I just needed a new phone, homeboy broke mine again.” She smiled and spoke in an apologetic voice. It was like she wasn’t suppose to be here or something.
“Yeaaah, the usual but nah Moe, sorry he can’t help you.” Bam advised her in a stern ass voice while he texted.
I cleared my throat and looked up at Bam at the sametime the Rogers agent walked back in.
“Hello, i’ll be right with you in just a minute”, he said to Moe.
“Nah, she’s good actually. She doesn’t need any help”, he replied back for her. But he was still looking at his phone, texting vigorously.
“Yo-you sure?” The agent asked, kind of confused but smart enough not to push too hard.
“Yeah fam she was just leaving, weren’t you Moe?” He whipped his head up to look at her.
She looked me up and down before she answered, “yeah I was just leaving, I just came in to say hi to Bam.”
She fake grinned at us, “it was good seeing you, tell Paris I said hi.”
“If your ass is in here, then you obviously spoke to her. So you can tell her yourself and let her know Royaal’s with me too.” He said before turning his back to her and facing the agent completely.
I looked at her and she looked at me as she exited out the store. At first I thought it was one of his bitches, until I took in her sloppy look. After that little interaction I knew she wasn’t.
I turned my body towards Bam and gave him a look. “I’ll explain later”, he said almost immediately.
“We almost done?” he spoke to the agent, his demeanor was cold now. All the lovely dovey, warmth left his aura and was replaced with Mr.B.
“Yuppp, just about finished, I’m just activating it.” The agent said face deep into the computer. It’s like he knew to just ignore all that and mind his business.
“Go grab the case you wanted”, he motioned me with his head in his phone.
I walked back over to the phone cases and grabbed the cutest one I saw. It was safe to assume that ‘Paris’ was his bitch and that was her friend. He obviously wasn’t trying to hide me, cause he told her my name and everything. But it kinda seemed like he was pissed cause ‘Moe’ wasn’t suppose to be here. I wanted the details so badly, but I knew not to tread too hard especially when he was worked up like this.
I walked back over and placed the case on the counter and stared at him while he cussed via text.
“Alright we’re all done! I just billed everything to the account like usual but this is for you.” He handed me over my brand new purple iphone.
“Did you want me to put a screen protector and the case on it for you?”, he offered sweetly.
“Actually yes please, if it wont take too long”, I said, glancing over at Bam.
Bam sighed, “aight meet me outside then, I gotta take this.” He answered the phone and walked out of the store.
“One of the busiest men I know”, the agent laughed as he wiped down my phone.
I bit my lip in anxiousness, “yeah forreal.” I looked over my shoulder, to see Bam standing outside the store gesturing with his hands.
“Don’t worry this won’t take long”, he said, he was already laying the screen protector on the phone. “Purple’s my favorite color, so great choice by the way”, I could feel he was trying to lighten the mood.
He wiped the phone down once more, then put the case on top. “And now you’re officially done, I’ll bill this to the account too”, he said handing me back the phone.
“Thank you so much”, I said before bolting towards the door. I wanted to catch some of the conversation Bam was having.
“Anytime”, the agent shouted.
I opened the door and could hear Bam’s smooth tone, “don’t get yourself fucked up Paris.” He hung up the phone, and looked over surprised to see me.
“You good?”
“For sure” he said, trying to shrug it off.
“Ready to explain now?” I questioned him. I don’t know where this assertiveness came from, but I decided to go with it.
“Yeah in the car, we still have to go get your ID’s and then return the whip.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m actually hungry. So you can explain to me while we get some food first.” I said as I strolled towards the car, he shook his head, grinned and followed after me.
“You like your new phone?”, he smiled at me as he opened the car door.
“Love it, thank you”, I said coldly as I opened mine and got in.
He chuckled under his breath, got in and then pulled out the parking spot.
“Anytime would be great”, I said with a little bit of an attitude. I was burning a hole through the side of his face.
“If you think that was my bitch, I feel disrespected you know”, he joked and looked at me temporarily.
“Well obviously not, but what the hell was that all about?”
“Like she said, she was coming to get a new phone, cause her dumbass man broke her other one.”
“I gathered that…And??”
“Paris is my bitch, that’s her best friend from however long ago. Paris gave her my link, even though she knew she wasn’t suppose to. Moe was going to try and get a phone with my guy, cause she doesn’t have good credit or any credit really. But her and her nigga are hot as fuck and I don’t need anything of theirs connected to me. Paris knows this, which is why she was trying to be sneaky about it.”
“Okay.. and does Paris know about me or?…”
“You didn’t hear me say “let her know Royaal’s with me too?” but you heard everything else?” He asked sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes, because he kind of checkmate me. “Okay… so how does she feel? About you having a new girl that doesn’t want to be a part of their little powerpuff squad?” I asked, trying to redeem myself.
“How do you think she feels Royaal?”, he turned and looked at me. “Cause apparently you care, more than I do” he said straight.
“Look, I’m not like that guy. All my bitches are in line and stay in line and if they don’t, I get them back in line. It’s very simple, I tell them cause I don’t have to hide shit but how they feels about what I do doesn’t fucking matter. She can write it in her diary, even though she knows better. But it doesn’t change shit, I run her not the other way around. And If she doesn’t like it, she can leave, you understand?”
His words entered my ears, rattled around in my head and went straight to my pussy. I didn’t even know that’s what I wanted to hear until I heard it. Finally, a nigga that stands on business. Cause to be honest he’s right, he shouldn’t care and neither should I. As long as he’s being real with everyone, fuck how they feel about it. And if they don’t like it, they can leave; I guess that goes for me as well.
The most playa shit a nigga could do is keep it real, put it on the floor and let you decide if you want to fuck with it or not. Pablo never gave me that choice, he kept his shit from me. And manipulated me into thinking it was for the best, for the betterment of my feelings. I never had a man keep it real with me and let me decide. It ignited a certain respect in me, cause it emphasized he may want me but damn sure doesn’t need me.
I fiddled around with my purse and kept my eyes low. If this was a fight, he definitely won it.
“You’re done with the questions now I see..”, he said with a menacing grin on his face. I remained silent, ain’t no use in swinging when you lose.
“So whatchu want to eat?” he asked in a lighthearted tone.
“Doesn’t matter to me, we can grab a burger and fries”, I said pointing at five guys up ahead.
He chuckled as he drove right past it, “aight but we’re going somewhere else.”
He smiled and shook his head, “you remember i’m Jamaican right? YOU can eat that, but bad man nuh eat five….” He screwed up his face, like he was disgusted just thinking about it.
He stared out the windshield, smirking “we’ll grab bullger, it’s not too far from Service Ontario.”
“I’ve never been”, I said, holding in my laugh.
“What?! You’ve never had The Bullger?” He asked looking at me, then back at the road then back at me dramatically.
I hit him and laughed, “pay attention to the road man.”
“Hushhh, don’t worry I got you”, he nodded egoically. I really enjoyed his playful side, he doesn’t seem to bring it out much cause he always has to be in business mode.
We drove until we got to the restaurant. He parked up on the street, got out and walked towards the entrance. He held the door open for me as I walked in. The place kinda had a hole in the wall feel. It had limited dining and a lot of pictures on the wall. Over top of the cooking area was the very large menu. It was full of delicious sounding burgers, fries and poutines.
“Hey, nice to see you”, the cashier said, grinning at Bam.
“Been awhile, how are you?” He chimed back, it was as if he knew everyone downtown.
“I’m well brother, what can I get you?”
“I’d like the chicken burger special please”, he said to the cashier. He then turned to me, “do you see anything you like?” He asked me, looking me up and down with a mischievous grin.
“How’s the chicken burger?” I asked, the lust was dripping onto the counter..
“10/10, highly recommend”, he flirted back.
” Aight I’ll get one too, please.”
“Another chicken burger speacial for the lady”, he said as he pulled out his louie wallet.
“What drinks did you guys want?, asked the cashier.
“Gingerale for me”, I interjected.
“Make that two please”, he said as he pulled out $40 dollars and put it on the counter.
“Alright about 5-7 minutes, okay?”,the cashier went to give him back his change but he motioned to keep it. “Thank you so much.”
He nobbed, grinned and then walked over to a table. “I can’t believe you’ve never been here.”
“I can’t believe you love copying me, bout “make that two”, I teased.
“Girllll, I’ve been drinking gingerale since you were in pampers”, he whispered and leaned forward like it was a secret. We both laughed at his silliness and the fact that it could partially be true, considering he was a lot older than me.
“My bad old man! .. Hey, I was thinking instead of going to service ontario, we could just go return your rental and maybe go tomorrow? I just really really want to change into some proper clothes and do my hair and stuff. You know, just in case they make me redo my photo.” I said, batting my eyes and as sweet as I could.
I could see him contemplating it in his head, “hmm, aight but it has to be early cause I got some shit I need to do. Biz was gonna scoop us after we dropped the rental with my whip, let me just see if he can meet us earlier.” He said as he pulled out his phone and started texting.
“Thank you”, I said gently, grabbing his chin and bringing his attention back to me.
“No problem”, he smirked.
“So, Biz is your bestie huh?”, I said in a smart ass tone.
He laughed, “besties are for girls, that’s my brother. I’ve known him since I stepped foot in this country. He was my very first friend, we actually met in Regent park just down the street from here”, he reminisced.
“Oh shit”, I spat out in surprise.
“Yeaah, that’s my family. We’ve been through everything together. There’s no one that I trust like Bizzle.”
Your orders are ready!”, the cashier called out. Bam got up to grab our trays and sat back down.
“I hope you like it”, he said, unwrapping his burger.
I did the same and took a bite out of mine, “mmmm” I moaned.
“This shit right here nigga-“, he joked pointing at his burger. “Oh shitttt, you might be too young for that reference”, he teased.
“You act like you’re so much older than me, how old are you anyways?” I asked, covering my mouth full of food.
“I was waiting for you to ask, you know”, he laughed. He took a sip of his drink, “I’m 27”. He said, leaning back and looking at me. It’s like he was trying to gauge my reaction.
I nodded my head and remained silent, “is that too old for you?” He asked as though he already knew the answer,
“That guy’s 25, so no not really”, I said, taking a bite of my fries.
“How young are you? I know you’re not younger than 23 though”, he asked, shoving some fries in his mouth.
I took a sip of my drink, “I turn 21 in november.” I replied back with confidence, I needed him to know I was not a baby.
He faked coughed, “oh you’re 20, you just act grown in the club.” He said it in a surprised voice.
“You really thought I was older?”, I asked, now surprised myself.
“You move like a vet in the club, I thought you were around Ari’s age to be honest.” He took another bite of his burger.
I took another sip of my drink, “..how old… is Ari?” I asked, avoiding eye contact.
“She’s 3 years younger than me”, he said with a smirk. He shook his head and shoved some more food into his mouth.
“What?”, I asked shyly.
“Nothing…. You just, I don’t know.. Shouldn’t have so much fucking sex appeal for a 20 year old. You move like you’ve been in the club for a minute.”
“I’m turning 21 in 3 months”, I said dramatically.
“Which means you’re fucking 20 right now”, he laughed.
“I’m only 6 years younger than you”, I said, grabbing one of his fries and eating it.
He chuckled and I rolled my eyes, it really wasn’t that big of a deal to me. Pablo picked me up when I was 19 and put me in the club, he was 23 at the time. Even before him, I always talked to much older guys. They’d be my boops, that’s even how I got myself caught up with Pablo.
We finished eating, cleaned up and left. I understood why he loved that spot so much, they definitely knew what they were doing. We got back into the car and made our way to the rental place.
“So miss Royaal, what do you want to do for your birthday?” He turned down the music so we could talk.
“Ahhh, I don’t even know to be honest with you, I haven’t really thought that far.”
“Ohh, is that so? Girls usually love their birthday, want to do their birthday make-up, hair, all that shit.”
“Yeah they usually do, but I’m not a usual girl”, I turned to look at him with my eyebrow raised.
“That you are not.. That you are not”, he said to himself.
We pulled into the back of a mechanic’s garage, “this is the rental place?”, I asked.
“Yup” he said as he grabbed his phone charger and other little things he had in the car.
“Biz has my car parked out front. I’m going to move your bags over and shit, just give me a minute.”
He hopped out the car and went through a side door. He returned a couple minutes later with his AMG car keys swinging around his finger. He popped the trunk of the car and pulled out my bags and duffles.
“Come to the front”, he called out to me.
I grabbed my purse and hopped out of the car. I followed him through the door, which led to a store. And through the store to the front, where his beautiful AMG was parked. He clicked a button and the door unlocked then the trunk popped open.
“Get in”, he ordered.
This was the car I remembered from Hong Shings, the all black AMG with black tints. He put my bags into the trunk and then got into the driver’s seat.
“Whew, I missed my bitch”, he said as he got in and put on his seatbelt.
“I thought you said Biz was going to pick us up”, I asked, kinda feeling intrusive.
“He couldn’t so he just dropped it off for me, I gotta meet up with him later though. How I missed being home”, he said as he grabbed up the steering wheel.
He swerved and pulled out of the parking spot and hopped onto the street, “aight back to the crib.”
Traffick’d 