Turned Out By A Boss(40)
“Yo,” He answered his vibrating phone that sat on the night table beside the hotel bed.
“Aye wassup, nigga. You touched down yet?” His cousin Raiden loudly spoke.
With an annoyed expression now on his face, Kuazie was more than ready to hang up. It was too early to have somebody yelling in your ear.
“Yeah, I'm here. Come get me in like an hour. I'm staying at the Sheraton Hotel on 7th ave and W 53rd street.” he said hanging up not waiting for a response.
Carefully getting out of the bed making sure to no wake anyone. He quickly showered and dressed knowing his cousin was known to always be at least fifteen minutes early. In his mind early was on time, and, on time was considered late. In the business they were in it was always good to think like that. Kuazie never went by that memo because to him it was just paranoia taking its affect. Rather than thinking of it as just being a safe, smart and reliable way of doing things.
“Where are you going?” Denim asked in a barely audible tone as she held her head in her hands.
Looking back at her Kuazie shook his head. He knew if he said anything to Denim it was going to end in an argument he didn't have time for. So instead, he ignored her. There was nothing to say as of right now. He finished getting dressed right as his phone rung.
Answering, his cousin informed him that he was downstairs. Kissing Rhia’s forehead as she lay still asleep he left out of the room without so much as a goodbye to Denim.
“Oh shit. Look at your country ass. Tryna look like us up north niggas.” His cousin joked at his attire. He was dressed in grey Nike tech shorts a white tee and a fresh pair of white Nikes. Only jewelry he had on was his silver big face Rolex and a five carat stud in each ear. While he may have been dressed simple, he still managed to have the up north swag everyone was sure he left behind years ago.
“Shut that shit up. You know Imma always be an up north nigga until the day I die.” Kuazie responded getting in the passenger seat of the clean all white drop top with the peanut butter interior. “This nice. I see you got this bad boy sitting on some 22’s and shit,” he complimented the 2015 Camaro his cousin was proudly pushing.
“Yeah, this my new bitch. She sexy as hell right.” Raiden gleamed.
The two rode in silence as the music blasted taking over. Kuazie sat leaned back in his seat taking in his surroundings. It's been years since he took a trip to New York let alone rode through the streets of his home city. Memories were brought back to him as they passed certain spots and he couldn't help the smile that was plastered across his face.
He remembered being a youngin’ running through these streets like he was grown. He started hustlin’ at the age of thirteen and now at the age of twenty-three, he couldn't believe how far he's came in only ten short years. He couldn't believe he went from running weed through Edgemere projects in Far Rockaway to hitting Brooklyn's East New York and getting that real money with a team of niggas out in Cypress. Now he was where he's at now straight boss mode running his own shit. He couldn't front he came a long way from taking orders from niggas in the early 2000’s to setting his own plays now.
Girl, I got the mojo
See you when you double tap the photo
She ain't into logos
Living single like Maxine, I'm a have her singing like Coko
Hearing the music shut off. Kuazie looked up and smiled seeing that they were parked in front of one of his favorite places as a youngin’. The diner. It was plenty of nights after partying in the club and being in parties that he pulled up to the diner to just chill and get a meal.
The diner was located right off of Linden Blvd. Coming to the diner, it was never really about the food but more so about chilling. While they closed at a certain time, the parking lot had become the spot for all the hustlers.
“Why we at the diner?”
“I gotta get something from somebody. Just chill right here and then we gone.” Raiden told him as an all-black charger came pulling in beside them.
Kuazie watched as Raiden got out the car and headed over to the river side window before making an exchange with the unknown person. His mind was working in over drive because according to him Raiden was pushing his shit through the streets of Brooklyn. So he didn't understand why he was watching his cousin who he thought was loyal to him walk back over with a small paper brown bag after exchanging off money.
“Fuck was that?” Kuazie asked with no hesitation as Raiden got back in the car.
“Chill fam.”
“Chill fam? Nah Nigga ain't not chill. What the f*ck was that?”
“A drug deal,” Raiden said as if to say duh. “Man chill out, I just copped three thousand pills. Your shit be hitting in the streets but these pills make money in them parties and clubs,” he said hiding the drugs in a secret compartment he had installed under the driver’s side seat.
“Why you never told me?”
“I respect you as my big cousin Kuazie but, you got your hustle and I got mines. You doing it big with Coke and weed. I make the majority of my bread off these pills, though. That's my hustle.” Raiden explained and Kuazies’ interest was piqued. Raiden saying, he made the majority of his money off of pills was strange because he was buying about five bricks and ten pounds of that good from him every two weeks.
“Enlighten me.”
“I buy three thousand pills for six g’s. Put the pills out to be sold at twenty a pill.” He explained. Kuazie was shocked. He was in the wrong business.