Cold

Chapter 7.

Nariah POV

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I pulled up to his trap. Then I looked at him, and he was full blown staring at me

"What?" I asked as I went and parked on the back of the trap.

"We finna do some business with a well-known gang down here. Don't do no slick s**t!" He said and I mugged him.

We got out my Escalade and walked to the door. Once we made it the door, he did his signature knock. Tiny, the bodyguard, opened the door. He nodded at Cold and gave me a smile. I don't see how he got the name tiny because he is big af, but he is cool af.

"Wassup?" I greeted and dapped him up then followed Cold.

He walked to his office, and I followed behind him. He sat down, and I sat down in the chair beside him.

"Riah, you know what to do?" Cold asked me. I nodded.

"Don't say my government name while we doing business or in public," I said. He looked at me questionably but nodded.

Then it was a knock at the door, and some young ass nigga came in.

"Boss, he is here," The young dude said and Cold nodded.

"Let him in," He said to the young boy. He nodded and walked out.

DP and his gang walked in. So this is the new connect he was talking about. DP looked at me confusedly.

I bet yall wondering how he knows me and all that stuff. Well, he is a close friend of my family. He was like one of my uncles when I was younger. He was the first person I had to do business for. He knew of me before I even had the name Ghost. He was actually pretty pissed when he found out it was me. But as time went by, he became supportive of.

So basically my Unc, OJ, Breesha, and DP are the only ones that know that I'm Ghost. Everyone else knows of me as G, the hustler.

DP and his crew sat down and stared at me and Cold.

"Wassup, G?" DP and his crew greeted then dapped me up. I looked at Cold, and he looked at us with no emotion.

"We are here' to talk business not to have a damn reunion!" Cold barked harshly. Damn, his voice changed fast. DP just stared.

"So we want you to supply 10 kilos every 2 weeks," DP said. Cold nodded at him as he wrote some down. I wrote down $1,060 on a piece of paper and showed him it before he could show me what he wrote. Then he showed me what he wrote down, $1,100. I nodded.

"Ight, $1,100 for 10 every 2 weeks," Cold stated in his deadly tone. DP discussed it with his crew then turned back to us.

"Deal," He said. "Nice doing business with you," He added. Black nodded at him.

"Yall are dismissed. My men will start shipping it starting next week and have the money ready for each shipment." He instructed with so much authority in his voice.

The DP stood up and looked at me. The look he gave me asked, "Are you good?" I nodded at him. Then he and his gang left.

"How he know you?" Cold asked.

"We do business together," I said.

"What type of business?" He asked me.

"Grown folk," I said chuckling as he just stared at me.

"We got a charity dinner to go to tonight. You are going as my date, ma." He said. "You got some to wear?" He asked me as he wrote some down and as I checked my phone. I read and saw a message from an unknown number and from Lacee.

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* Text Messages *

From: 770-555-0097

I wont 2oo b wit yhu I no I did rong. sorry

From: Lacee

Bih, somebody done messed up and got yo old hoe prego.

To: Lacee

Who?

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Once I texted back Lacee, I looked back at Cold. He was still writing, and I remembered he asked me if I need anything to wear.

"Oh yeah, I need some to wear," I said. He nodded at me. Then my phone vibrated. I looked and saw it was a text message from Lacee.

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* Text Message *

From: Lacee -

Meet up with me today, Johnsy?

To: Lacee

Ight!

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"Here, ma," He said handing me his black credit card. "Get whatever you want. Jaxon will drive you where ever you want to go." Cold said.

"Nah, Cold. I got my own bread. I don't need your card, and I can drive myself." I said standing up. He looked at me like he was shocked.

"Look, ma, I want you to take this damn card and get whatever you want. A nigga trying to be nice." He said and I thought about it. This nigga did make me move in with him. He did make me his lil intern. f**k it!

"Ight, I appreciate it, Cold," I said and got the card from him.

"Gimme yo phone," I said. He looked at me like I had lost my mind.

"We ain't even together, and you already asking to check my s**t," He said with a smirk. I laughed.

"Nah, my nigga. I don't care what you're doing. I was going to put my number in it." I told him, which made his smirk drop.

"Man, whatever. Here," He said handing me his phone. I put my number in it, and he called it I saved his number.

"Jaxon out back." Cold said as some broad walked in. I looked at her, and she smirked at me. She walked to where Cold was, and I was staring at her ass. Her body was right, man. She caught me staring, and I licked my lips and smirked. Then I walked out.

I was finna walk out the trap door, but I was stopped by Dj and Snoop.

"Baeeeee!" Snoop said as he jumped on me and wrapped his legs around my waist.

"Nigga, if you don't get yo..." I trailed off and pushed his ass off of me. He got up and held his cheek like I hit him.

"I'm sorry, Ike," He said wiping his fake tears.

"Don't let it happen again, Anna Mae," I said. He nodded slowly. Dj burst out laughing and so did me and Snoop.

"Yall wild," D said.

"Where are you going?" Snoop asked me.

"Finna go shopping, Master gave me his credit card," I said as I said the nickname that Snoop and I came up with for Cold. Snoop and Dj looked at each other and smirked.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh nothing, dear. I'm coming with you though." He said, which made me shrug.

"Cool, I don't care," I said. " Are you coming, D?" I asked Dj, and he shook his head.

"Nah, I'm finna go get high," He said and walked off.

"Well, f**k you too. We don't need you. Come on, boo. He ain't worth it." Snoop said and walked out the door switching. I laughed at his foolish ass. Then I walked out of the door behind him.

I saw Jaxon parked right beside my truck. I smirked.

"Jax, ima drive. You can take the rest of the day off." I said and smiled. He looked reluctant, but he still nodded.

I got in my truck, and Snoop got on the passenger side. I backed up and pulled off. I sped down the street.

Then I stopped at the light. I grabbed my phone and texted Lacee back.

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* Text Message *

To: Lacee

Meet me at Lyric Mall in 30.

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I looked at the light, and it was still red. I looked over at Snoop, and it looked like he was finna' pass out. He had his hand over his chest and was breathing hard.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked pulling off.

"You drive too damn fast." He said breathing hard. I chuckled and drove faster.

*25 minutes later*

I pulled up at the mall and looked for a parking spot.

"Yo, Snoop, help me find a spot to park," I said.

"Park right there." He said pointing to a handicap spot.

"Nigga, that's a handicap," I said and he groaned.

"Just park right there, damn," He said. I looked at him. "Trust me," He said. I nodded and parked. He pulled out a handicap sticker from his pocket and put it on the dashboard.

"How di-" I was cut off.

"My grandma. She got 4 more. You can keep this one." He said. I shrugged and got out. We started walking to the entrance.

"Damn, G, yo ass fat af," Snoop said. I shook my head.

We walked in the building, and we walked to the elevator. I was stopped by Lacee loud ass mouth.

"Bitchhhh!!" She yelled. I groaned. Her ass just be too damn loud.