Page 90 of One Good Reason

“I ain’t say shit. She already been stressing over the shit, the last thing I want her to do is feel defeated.”

Yesterday, Jose reached back out to me to let me know he had gotten with the restoration company. Like he thought he was going to have to strip the entire second floor restrooms, lucky enough for us the mold was contained to just that area. Apparently, the ventilation system sat above the second floor and caused a leak that was never taken care of. As a result, everything molded and now the shits gotta be fixed.

“That right there is enough to send a muthafucka over the edge. I can’t believe the city just let that building sit up like that.”

“They wasn’t worried ‘bout that shit. Hell, I did them a favor by taking it off their hands.”

“I fucking bet. Other than that. What’s been up?”

“Shit. Trying to get shit worked out with Adele.”

“What’s going on with her?”

“Basically, I’mma either have to unload more shit or find somebody else to help me. They fields are packed, the shit ain’t moving fast enough.”

“Nawl. You gon’ have to get with that nigga Preme and figure out how to move it. You ain’t got the time to be trying to rope nobody else into ya’ business.”

“Same shit I was saying. If anything, I was gon’ see if you could put me on somebody.”

“I mean… shit.” Poppa stroked his chin. “I got a potential. Josiah ass need something to do cause him trying to get back on the football field ain’t happening no time soon.”

“I know Josiah?”

“Nawl. You know his twin, which brings me to my reason for hitting you up? I need to cash in that favor, Dutch.”

“I got you Pop. What is it?”

“You still cool with Kovi Myron?”

“Nigga you know me and Kovi still rocking.” Kovi was the owner of the Atlanta Demons. He and I went all the way back to Howard. Our friendship was the reason I was able to secure the biggest box at the damn stadium.

With Poppa owning a sports agency, he had more of a rapport with the coaches than he did the owners. So if anybody could help him out with a situation, it was me.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Poppa nodded. “My number one prospect done got into some shit. I need you to hit Kovi up… I need him out of Seattle and back home in Atlanta.”

“Wait you talking ‘bout Jrue?”

“Yeah Jrue,” Poppa confirmed.

“Fuck happened? I thought he was good in Seattle.”

“He was until he wasn’t. He been trying to get traded. Nigga fucked the owners daughter and when he broke it off, she blasted his ass. Up until that point, him and Carey had been thick as thieves. The two fell out and Jrue been trying to get tradedto Miami. Carey ain’t coming up off ‘em. His contract up for negotiation this year and I got a feeling Carey gon’ low ball him.”

“I’ll put in a call. That’s fucked up. The nigga been killing shit up there since he started playing for em.”

“Right. Now that he done crossed the line, Carey got it out for him. When you hit up Kovi, you gotta tell him not to show too much interest. If Carey feels like he really wants him, he ain’t gone trade him.”

“He fucking with him like that?”

“And is. Mike flew all the way up there and showed interest in Jrue, and Carey shot that shit down. So, Kovi gotta come like he settling for him.”

“I’ll get on it. Shit, we can definitely use his ass on the Demons.”

“Yep. But back to what I was originally saying about Josiah, his twin. You don’t remember the nigga caught a gun charge they sophomore year in college. Lost his scholarship and his probability of being able to go pro.”

“If the nigga fucked up like that, fuck makes you think I can trust him with my shit?”

“Cause the nigga know he ain’t got too many more chances with me fo’ I cut his ass off. That’ll be the solution in the event that Preme and Drix can’t make it happen.”

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