"With all due respect, sir, I don't trust a soul. My men are strapped just like yours. Now if we can, let's conduct our business and get this over with." Billion helped himself to a seat.
Shy's eyes shot across the room towards Billion then to her father. Her mouth fell completely open, appalled. No one has ever spoken to her daddy dearest in such a tone. Let alone, so rudely. Well, except her brothers. Especially Kasim. Kasim didn't have any filter when it came to speaking his mind. Rahim didn't bite his tongue, and Tasim was barely around to even entertain their father.
As for Billion, he didn't give a fuck about not one man. He was here for one reason and one reason only. Mr. Kingly had the purest Fentanyl in the world. His spot had slowed down due to another hustler who had come across some good shit, so he had to step it up a notch. Now here he was, in the last place he had expected to step foot.
Just as everyone else, Billion had heard the stories about the Kingly Dynasty. Outside of some people proclaiming they'd won money gambling, he'd hear the stories of people coming up missing and some dying. He wasn't sure if the rumors were true, but for what Mr. Kingly was holding, he'd take his chances.
"How much you got?" Mr. Kingly asked, and the room went silent.
"I need a half," Billion replied cockily.
"A half? I don't sell halfs, zones, and anything in small quantities. You'll have to go on Jefferson Road for that." Mr. Kingly chuckled tauntingly.
Billion couldn't help but sneer because this rich son of a bitch was getting a kick out of small-time hustlers. Jefferson was where niggas peddled rock for rock and gram for gram. Clearly, he didn’t know who Billion was ’cause he was the one that flooded the streets with small quantities.
"A half ah mill." Billion checked his ass, and again, the room went silent.
He caught a glimpse from the Kingly daughter, and for the first time, he was able to see how pretty she was. She was thick as hell from what he could see, but he couldn't tell what her back side looked like.
"Half a million dollars, I can definitely work with that. If you're spending that much, I'll give you each brick for seventeen grand apiece."
"Deal." Billion quickly replied because he was already paying seventeen-five from a local Cali nigga.
"When will you be ready?" Mr. Kingly asked, assuming he needed a few days.
"The money in the car." Billion looked over to one of his guards.
The guard began heading out the door, so Mr. Kingly motioned for a couple of his men to assist. He then looked at Billion and tried hard reading his eyes. He didn't strike him as the police because he was too damn hood. Mr. Kingly rarely conducted business with these types of thugs, but for the money Billion was spending, he put his hate for hoodlums aside.
"So tell me, Billion. What's a hood guy like you doing with this much money?"
Again, Mr. Kingly insulted him.
Billion slightly shook his head then reached his hands across the table, tucking them into one another.
"A hood nigga like me got the streets. I get money by any means and worry ’bout the bitches later." He looked toward Shy disrespectfully.
He could feel Shy was eye fucking him from across the table the entire time he and Mr. Kingly spoke.
"Well, it's your lucky night. After a move like this, I think you deserve a little fun. Once your men come back, you head on up to one of our private rooms. Order anything you like, it's on the house."
Billion nodded unsure if he wanted to take Mr. Kingly up on his offer.
Fuck it. Nigga could use a drink after this shit.
Billion thought just as the men were heading back in. The guard dropped the duffle bags on the ground, and both Billion and Mr. Kingly stood to their feet. They shook hands, but there was something about the look in Mr. Kingly's eyes that just didn't sit right with Billion. However, he was gonna let it slide and try to relax. He took his seat to speak with Mr. Kingly further. But before he could continue . . .
"My bad."
A voice spoke, making the entire room look over.
Billion sized the nigga up, knowing it had to be one of the Kingly brothers. He took his seat, and his father eyed him viciously. Already, Billion could tell this was the brother that gave his pops hell. The other brothers sat around the tablequietly along with the sister, but this one, he didn't even seem to give a fuck.
11
SHYIM
Shyim watched her brother as he took a seat across from her. Something looked off about the look on his face, and Shy knew her brother all too well. It was two things: he either killed someone, or the lady of the week had pissed him the fuck off. Kasim had a bad temper, and he popped off without remorse. He hated everything about his father’s operation; unlike Shy. If so, Kasim would prefer to spend his days like their brother Tasim: in the hood.
