Page 12 of Mercedees: Forever An Atkins
“Preciate it. But bruh, you just as sharp. Stop lackin’ on yourself. That lil’ shit in Vegas is what it is. I ain’t trippin’ no more.”
“Bitch, I ain’t said shit ‘bout me lackin’, and I truly don’t give a fuck ‘bout Vegas either. I said yo’ brain amazes me. Hell you talmbout.”
I shook my head, already knowing going back and forth with Ashaun tonight wasn’t the move. He was gon’ run his mouth till he couldn’t no more so responding was pointless. We had numbers to verify and product to clear. My head was already pounding from the chaos over the last few days, especially the dinner we had with Bentley a couple nights ago.
Walking over to one of my crew members, I asked, “Tokyo, what we got?”
Nodding, he reassured me with, “Everything clean, boss.”
Tokyo was one of my leads on the cruise ship. His role was most important ‘cause, unlike the others, he knew exactly what we were picking up in Jamaica at one of the port stops. Everybody else was just following his orders.
“Cool. Any issues coming in? This was a larger shipment than usual, and I don’t need any hiccups hitting me afterward.”
“No problems at the docks, sir. We’re good to go. The crew checked in every two hours with nothing being off track. It’s all here boss.”
Taking the clipboard from him, I scanned the documents. The numbers I had drew up needed to match what was waiting at the bottom of the ship. “Aight. Unload and run the count...quickly.”
“Yes, sir.”
While the passengers were out touring the island, one of my teams which was assigned specifically to the ships, would haul the crates into cargo. Most of the load was of disassembled guns discreetly packaged in boxes with food labels for the guests. Those same packages were then unloaded onto a truck once they hit the dock and brought to the warehouse. The warehouse crewwould then assemble them and get them ready for distribution. I had a system and it worked for me.
I didn’t have to touch shit personally, but my ass was too damn hands-on for a muthafucka to play top dog in my shit. Walking back in the direction to my car, I heard footsteps behind me. Turning around was pointless ‘cause only one fool followed me around like a shadow.
“Oh, now you want to follow a nigga. Where was all that being up my ass when I was signing my damn life away?” I said, finally turning to mug his ass.
“Nigga fuck you. I followed yo’ ass right to the chapel to witness a beautiful marriage. I swear I can’t wait for yo’ wife to come get yo’ ass. I’m sick of adult sitting. It ain’t got no benefits and the health care is shitty,” he fussed.
“Hoe ass nigga,” I shot over my shoulder before hopping in my ride.
“Punk ass half-breed,” he threw back. I didn’t expect him to hear me, but I momentarily forgot he had ears of a bat.
Chuckling, I allowed him to have that. The love I carried for those that carried the Greek name hit different. It wasn’t shit for me to offer my life in exchange for theirs. I stayed with a hollow tip, so I advised them to move with caution. I didn’t know what the future held, but something in my gut was telling me this wife of mine was ‘bout to turn my life upside down. Maybe, just maybe, finding her was where my interest needed to be ‘cause this money shit I could handle with my eyes closed.
Chapter 5
Ashaun Greek
All that worrying ‘bout who does what and what goes where was strictly Arion’s job. A nigga like me wasn’t meant to do shit but live. He was the head of the family for a reason. They knew not to trust me in the seat. Everybody would’ve been knocked off by sunrise and I’d be calling it a day. Tagging along to make sure he was straight was stressful enough. I didn’t need all that other shit on my back.
He had money to make, and I had money to throw. I just got my monthly allowance and planned on blowing it on some big booty bitch in the club. Apparently, I make poor financial decisions and need to be monitored so Arion gives me a fuckin’ allowance to make sure I don’t go bankrupt. He footed the bill for the family, so I didn’t understand what the fuck they was pocket watching me for.
Ethereal was recommended the most through survey of social media so that’s where the fuck I was. When it came to the strip club, I preferred to cut up alone. All that having a crew with me to do shit was never my M.O. My name had enough reputation alone and the money always followed.
The night fall finally found Sage Springs which meant the city was woke and dangerous. The parking lot was packed letting meknow it was more than a few dumb muthafuckas inside wanting more attention than the hoes. Before I could step out the whip, my cell was vibrating in my pocket.
“I mean goddamn!” I shouted out in irritancy. Fishing it out, I saw that it was my sister calling. Aurora rarely called me due to her duties in the Army so when she did phone a nigga, I always picked up. Swiping my finger across the screen, I then tapped the speaker, and said, “What it do Asian persuasion?”
She released a light giggle, followed by, “Ashaun, why am I checking your location, and it says you’re at a strip club? Did you not learn anything from the last time?”
“That bitch tried to get me, sis’. I don’t know why you and Rion always joking ‘bout that shit. Somebody need to lock her herpes having ass up. Spreading that swamp water like its spring. I owe that hoe a grave, I can’t lie.”
My last run in at a strip club, one of them dirty ass bitches tried to take yo’ boy out for the count. If it wasn’t for the owner herself stopping that hoe in the act, I would’ve been a goner. She was so goddamn fine, but I guess everything that glitter really wasn’t gold.
Tainted ass bitch.
“You need to think about your health Shaun and stop thinking you have to fuck on them damn girls. Where’s Rion? Give him the phone.”
“I’m alone tonight sis. I left his worrisome ass where the hell he was at. Aye, did I tell you he got married to some green headed hoe?” I questioned to get the heat off my back.
