Page 51 of The Smoke Hour

“Make up your mind, Smoke.”

“Oh, I’ve made up my mind, li’l mama.”

I grabbed her legs, spread them apart, and pushed them toward the headboard. When I dove inside of her, I pounded her mercilessly and relentlessly. “I ain’t ever letting this pussy go.”

Smoke

Two Months Later

Ihad been spending as much time as possible with Kaifiya’s little ass, but business went on, and I couldn’t ignore shit. As much as I loved being under li’l mama, and as much as she loved being under a nigga, I still had to make that paper.

I had recently made a negotiation with some Korean niggas, Ji-won and Hyun-woo, or some shit like that, in Atlanta. The weapons were delivered to them clean and on time. They handed the money over like they were supposed to with no problem. The money was transferred to my niggas Duck and Bam. They left Atlanta and headed back to Cherokee Springs in different vehicles as planned, but Bam went missing. He never returned to Cherokee Springs, and neither did my money.

“Nigga, where the fuck is my paper at? You got seven seconds to tell me something that makes sense, or I swear I’m putting a bullet in ya ass.” I warned the nigga who I had backed up against the wall with my gun pressed underneath his chin. His nostrils flared, his eyes were red, and his lips trembled in anger, but I didn’t give a shit.

“Nigga, all that hard ass breathing don’t scare me. Where my money?”

“I ain’t got yo’ shit, Smoke.”

“… five… four… three—”

Sam had been standing behind me the entire time, counting down from the minute I told that nigga he had seven seconds.

“I told you, Smoke. I didn’t do that shit. I had my share of the money, and I gave it to you like I was supposed to.”

“Nah, nigga. Your share of the money that you carried was supposed to be the entire amount. I ain’t give Bam permission to hold shit.”

“You know that’s risky, Smoke. We can’t be traveling with that kind of paper on us like that. I didn’t expect that Bam would come up missing.”

“You think I wanna hear shit about your second-in-command coming up missing with half a mill? Nigga, that’s your responsibility! Not mine! Then your part came up short a few hundred.”

“I had expenses on the road.”

“You know how to handle that shit. You don’t touch a dime of my money.”

“It was inconvenient,” Duck sassed.

I looked at Sam, who shook his head.

“Nigga, I’m inconvenienced because of you and Bam’s bullshit. I want my fucking money, Duck!”

“I can’t shit bricks out my ass, Smoke! The fuck you want me to do?”

I released the trigger and watched in satisfaction as blood, brains, and bones splattered the wall and me. I stepped back, removed the handkerchief from my pocket, and wiped my face.

With a glance at my watch, I asked Sam, “You think if I stop by the house to change, I’ll make it to Kaifiya’s place in time for dinner?”

“You’ll be cutting it close, Bossman, but I can get you there.”

“Cool.”

I turned to look at Frank, my other soldier. “Aye, nigga. Get the cleanup crew out here to take care of his shit,” I stated, waving my gun at the remnants of Duck’s body.

Frank nodded and replied, “I’m on it, Bossman.”

“Sam, tell Hench and his niggas to hit the streets. I want my money.”

“They’re already on it,” Sam replied.

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