Hate That I Want You

Chapter 2: Part 2

I dropped Kane off then headed to meet my right hand, Demon, at our base. Our boss, Chucky, had put us in charge of the downtown area. My job was to make sure everything ran smoothly, and everybody got their paper. I left most of the killing and s**t to Demon, he lived for the s**t. The other people in our five-member crew were Bobby, Deno, and Blackjack. Bobby was in charge of making sure everything was packaged and where it was supposed to be. Blackjack and Deno made sure all the corner niggas had the correct amount of money and they were doing what they were supposed to. If they weren’t, Demon and I would take a trip and handle that s**t. They all had one or two goons that answered to them, not including the ones on the street.

It was customary for us to park at least a block away from the trap house. We also left anything trackable inside of a box that messed with trackers in the car.

“What’s up, Boss?” Bobby said as I entered the house.

Bobby’s the only white boy I f**k with. He grew up around the corner from me when we were growing up. Nobody could tell him that he wasn’t black foreal, from the way he talked, dressed and act. I could tell it wasn’t an act, it was just the way he was. I’ve never doubted him having my back in all the years I’ve known him.

“Ain’t shit.” I said as we dapped up. “What’s going on in here?”

“Same ole, same ole.” He said going back to watching the women work.

There were ten women in the kitchen cooking and packaging the cocaine. Unlike most places, our workers wore matching jumpsuits with no pockets. Bobby’s boys were watching them up close to make sure nobody stole s**t. We’ve never had a problem before, and we’d like to keep it that way.

“If you see Demon, tell that nigga, I’m in.”

Bobby nodded as I walked to the back. I sat in the office for at least thirty minutes before Blackjack and Deno walked in.

“What’s up, Boss?” Blackjack said, throwing himself in a chair.

Blackjack was blacker than me, including his purple ass lips. We’ve been down since middle school, punking niggas out of their lunch money. Blackjack got his name from his love of money. Nobody could out count him on bread, he knew how much a stack had in it from looking at it. The only thing I wasn’t f*****g with was his love for white women. I kept telling him, them bitches was nothing but trouble, but he don’t listen.

“Ain’t s**t, y’all seen Demon? I told that him to meet me here.”

“He said he had to go deal with some of them muthafuckas on Fremont.” Deno said with a shrug.

Deno was actually Blackjack’s cousin and we met in high school. The nigga is cool though, we’ve never had any problems. He does his f*****g job to the tee with no bullshit.

“Hmm.”

“Heard you been looking for me?” Demon said as he and Bobby walked in.

Now this nigga Demon is something else, he’s one of them skinny buff niggas. He’s also the shortest out of everybody at five foot ten. The muthafucka has scars on top of his scars. Demon and I didn’t meet before I started working for Chucky. We were placed on a mission together and came back as thick as thieves. I trusted him with my soul, and I knew he trusted me on the same level. The crazy thing was he was the only one who had a family. I’m talking about a wife and three kids at home waiting for his crazy ass. I was the godfather to his youngest son, Adam.

“Nigga, I thought we talked about you waiting until night to do all of that?” I laughed as we dapped.

“Naw, I didn’t even have to do them like that. They came up with what they owed, I told them next time s**t won’t be so sweet.”

I laughed, he must’ve been in a good mood, he rarely gave out second chances.

“Them boys must’ve shitted themselves.” Bobby laughed.

“You ain’t cut nobody?” Blackjack added.

“Naw, Kelly told me to be on my best behavior.” Demon laughed, “She said she’s tired of my clothes going missing and shit.”

We all laughed, there was no soul he feared more than his wife.

“So, gang’s all here. What’s up?” Deno asked.

“Chucky said we’re getting some new s**t coming in next week. He wants us all on our s**t, he wants reports on how good the s**t does.” I answered.

“He f*****g with them Jamaicans?” Bobby asked. “I heard they got some good shit.”

“Yeah, that’s what he was telling us at the meeting last week. But he says just ‘cause that s**t good on the mid-west, doesn’t mean it’ll do good here.”

“True,” Blackjack said. “Last time, we got that s**t from them French muthafuckas that s**t flopped. But in France they’re making a killing with it.”

“I never seen our money dip so low.” Deno laughed.

“Exactly, speaking of money,” I said, “talk to me.”

“All’s good,” Blackjack answered. “Nobody’s been short or nothing, and we had a little increase over the weekend.”

I nodded and turned to Bobby.

“We good, still no theft and the new system is working.”

“Demon I don’t even wanna know.” I joked.

“f**k you, Boss,” Demon laughed. “I killed five b***h ass niggas this weekend. A dramatic increase.”

“f**k you nigga,” Blackjack laughed, “You ain’t killed a damn thing this weekend.”

“You right.” Demon laughed, “My baby’s birthday was this weekend, we were in Cali.”

“You’s a clown, Demon.” Bobby laughed.

Demon shrugged, “I wanted to feel special too, shit.”

We talked out a couple of other things until eight.

“I’m about to head out.” I said, looking at the clock on the wall.

“Where you going?” Bobby asked.

“Kane talking about going to some frat party.”

“s**t count me in.”

“Us too,” Deno said. “I love me some little college girls.”

“Deno yo ass is twenty-two, you are a little college girl.” Blackjack said.

“Now, that’s f****d up Black.” Demon chuckled.

“At least he’s a pretty college girl.” Bobby added.

Deno flipped off both of them, “Y’all niggas some haters, ‘cause all the bitches want me.”

“Nigga please, they want me.” I said, standing up from my desk.

“Ain’t nobody thinking about yo black ass Zane.”

“Bet?”

“What you betting my nigga?”

“I bet all you niggas ten bands, that I pull more bitches tonight.”

Demon laughed, “Aw, to be single again.”

“I’ma tell Kelly on yo ass.” Bobby teased.

“Tell her anything and we’ll be two dead muthafuckas, White Boy.” Demon laughed.

“Ain’t nobody worried about yo ugly ass anyways, Demon.” Blackjack laughed.

“I personally feel like we should make this nigga only talk to black women.” I laughed, “White bitches will talk to anybody with a black dick.”

Blackjack flipped me off as we all exited the office. Bobby told his second hand to hit him up if there were any issues on our way out. We agreed to meet up at my house a little after ten to go to the party.