Page 2 of A Boy Is a Gun: Part II
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Cameron
Ihonestly can’t believemy drug money has paid for this fucking overpriced fake-ass wedding.
As I looked around at the décor – farmhouse, no less – I’m slowly counting the million-dollar price tag.Eli D’Amato did the flowers so that already was six figures.Everywhere I turn, I see nothing but roses, gardenias, and some other shit I can’t pronounce, and honestly, I don’t care about it.
Zoe D’Amato did Jamie’s custom-made outfits, so that’s another six figures.She needed four – one for the engagement party, one for the wedding, one for the reception, and one for tomorrow’s brunch.All of the bridesmaids – Taylor included – also received a custom-made gown.
Ian Ferguson was flown in with some of his staff to cater the affair; again, another six figures.I can’t front on that one, though.The food is slammin’.Filet mignon, lobster rolls, pureed vegetables, and the biggest damn charcuterie board I’ve ever seen in my life.
Everything was ethically sourced, and Jamie made sure it was.She kept her five million YouTube followers abreast of everything.All the digital likes and hair pats she’d received just made her more popular.She somehow united both the leftist and conservative Karens.You know white women love weddings.
I can’t complain.I’m in a private suite by myself, and I’ve enjoyed my time.Between family gatherings, I’ve been on the phone and online with various contacts all over the world to make sure everything still runs smoothly.Despite what my future brother-in-law thinks and his fellow packs of bacon, none of my drugs ever touch Atlanta.
Remember when Biggie said never get high off your supply?
Instead, they’re in D.C.They’re in the Midwest.They’re in conservative pockets in the blue states.They’re in the club scene in Miami.
And these drugs are especially in Congress.Does anyone honestly think those politicians are doing everything sober?They may not be drunk but they’re definitely higher than a giraffe’s pussy.My cocaine has been the backbone of several useless bills and referendums passed.
Don’t shoot me, I’m just the supplier.
I can’t worry about any of that now.I’m here in a shared hotel suite with my daughter’s mother and our daughter.I absolutely refuse to call Taylor a baby mama; she’s much more than that.She’s my everything.
She’s also made it very clear she stays on her side, and I stay on mine.
She’s still angry with me about, well, everything.Our relationship.What happened to her family.What happened to Tesh and Ayesha.Her strained relationship with her Granny.I would be lying if I said I was part of the cause of all that.
But let me be very clear – I was not the root cause of any of it.All of that will be told in due time.
For now, I’m playing with our daughter as Taylor is in the bridal suite getting ready with the rest of the pecking hens.To my surprise, she wasn’t the only Black face in the bridesmaid group, and even Ethan’s groomsmen looked like an ad for the United Colors of Benetton.
Bobby and his wife are also in the wedding party and in their respective suites.Needless to say, I wasn’t included in the bridal party for obvious reasons.No matter how much it would look good for all of the Pages to be in the wedding party, I also know how it looks formeto be included.
Everyone knows what I do for a living and knows how much Ethan has been gunning for me ever since.Everyone also knows that if Ethan even tries one thing against me, he’ll be going against my father and his resources.Even Ethan has to admit he doesn’t want a fight with the CIA.
But for now, I have to remain calm and focused.My beef isn’t with Ethan, despite how much he wants to believe.I have bigger fish to fry and just like what Jay-Z said, I got 99 problems and a bitch ain’t one.
It’s Pharaoh.
We’ve played it cool since he and his crew took out Ayesha, and I returned the favor by taking out most of his crew in front of him.But we’re not at a stalemate.The ball is in his court, and he’s trying to think how he’s going to proceed.He’s waiting for me to relax and be calm before I’m caught off guard again.
That has never been my style.
The moment I relax is the moment my opps will surprise me in the worst way.I found that out with Lamont’s death.I found that out with Laurie’s and Alicia’s deaths.And I especially found that out on the day Mia was born, when I was arrested at the hospital.
The streets are restless.People are broke, hungry, and itching for payback against someone – anyone – they can find.I’m here to satisfy their needs.No, I don’t want beef with them; I want them to work for me.
Everyone always says they wouldn’t do something no matter how much money they were offered.I always call bullshit:
Everyone has a price.Everyone.
“Hey yo,” Que comes in with Roadie in tow, “we ready to hang out with the white people today and all their bullshit?”
“Ready,” I stand up with Mia and gather her diaper bag.“Did everything go as planned?”
“Smoother than a cruise ship,” Roadie promises.“It’s just a matter of time before everyone finds out.”
