André nodded his head and then he laughed. “I heard all about that.”
I knew he would and that’s why I told him.
“I was just waiting to see if you were going to tell me. That lets me know that my trust in you wasn’t misplaced,” André said as he nodded his head. “Good work, Mike. I never had any doubt that you would be able to pull this shit off.”
“I said that I wouldn’t disappoint you,” I said.
“And what did I say to that?” André took a sip of his drink. “I said that I knew you wouldn’t, because you never do. I know that I can always depend on you to do what needs to be done.” And then he laughed. “Drink up, Mike. I’m a man of my word. You and me are partners in this shit now,” he said, and we drained our glasses.
I sat in the office with André, drinking liquor and talking about the future. The future I created for us until the bottle was empty. I was just about to leave when there was a knock at the door. “Get that for me, Mike.”
When I got up and opened the door, Ricky came in with a metal briefcase. He sat it on the desk in front of André and opened it in front of him. It contained eight kilos of cocaine. André took one out, got his knife out of the drawer and sliced one open. He stuck the knife in and then he tasted it.
“That’s quality.” He looked at Ricky. “You test it?”
He nodded his head. “Came up pure, just like the man said it would be.”
“I know you two got shit to do, so I’m out,” I said and started for the door.
“Hold up, Mike,” André said. “Take some of this with you.”
“You know that ain’t my thing.”
“I know that, nigga. But I know you and Bobby like freakin’ them coke hoes with it. The shit is pure, so make sure you put a cut on it,” he said and then he chipped a chunk of that pure off the block, bagged it and handed it to me. “Holla at me tomorrow.”
I put the bag in my pocket, left the office and went out in the club looking around for Bobby. I asked around and one of the dancers told me that Bobby was waiting for me in the VIP room. “Thanks.”
When I got in there, Bobby was in there with three women. Two were dancing for him, and the other was sucking his dick.
“Took you long enough,” he said, and I sat down next to him. “I was about to get my gun and go check on you.”
“As soon as she finished, right?”
“Right. I guess everything is lovely and André is happier than a sissy in boy’s town.”
“You should have seen the smile on his face when he opened the briefcase.”
“You want me to pour you a drink, Black?” one of the dancers asked, while the other one sat on my lap and began grinding her big ass on me.
“Go ahead.”
After we left there, me and Bobby went back to The Late Night and we hung out with Nick, Jamaica and Freeze, getting fucked up off liquor and weed. Talking shit, dancing and fuckin’ around with the ladies.
We were all having a good time, celebrating our new family and the new world that we were the rulers of. The world was truly ours.
It was nine o’clock in the morning when I got home, and I was so fucked up that I couldn’t make it any farther than the couch. But despite that fact, I was going to roll a bob and have another drink. I reached in my pocket and instead of weed; I pulled out the bag of pure that André had given me. I thought about putting a cut on it, but I was too fucked up for that. So I tossed the bag on the coffee table and I crashed on the couch. I don’t know how long I had been asleep, but when I woke up, Vickie came in.
We talked for a little while and then I passed out again. When I woke up, I decided to get in the bed, but the door to my room was locked. I knocked on the door, but Vickie didn’t answer.