I pulled up to the address that OG gave me, and it was a lounge downtown. The street was packed with people in line waiting to get in. I parked, grabbed the duffel bag, and walked straight up to the door. I gave security my name and walked straight in. I moved through the lounge slow, looking around, before I got to OG.
I made my way to the bar, got myself a drink, and just watched. The whole room was a vibe: the music, the lights, the bitches; the room didn’t give off drug deal or re-up at all until I looked at a door to the right. That’s where all those movements were, where I saw people whispering, and the door opened and closed.
I saw OG’s son, Loc, and I made my way to his section. He stood up when he saw me and dapped me up.
“Wussup, nigga, when you get here?” he asked.
“Not long, nigga, just enjoying the view.”
He laughed. “Say less, nigga, hold on, I’ma let Pops know you here.”
I took a seat in his section; the ladies around were lookin’ at me but wouldn’t speak.
A few seconds passed, and he came back out and nodded at me. I grabbed my bag and followed him through the door down a long, dark hallway. We took a quick left, and there stood a security guard. He patted me and tried to take my Glock, but Loc stopped him.
“He’s cool, he’s with me,” Loc told him.
The man opened the door, and the vibe in that room was a complete 360 compared to the lounge. The room was filled with niggas with money bitches half naked, walking around with trays full of different drugs.
Tables filled the room, each looked as if it had a different deal goin’ on, but the only one I was worried about was the one in the middle that had the spotlight on it. We walked straight up to the table, and I stood beside Loc, watching his father deal out some cards.
“My Crenshaw brother, Gio, you finally made it.”
“Yeah, ya place nice, I’ma have to bring my girl out one night.”
OG finished up the cards and looked at me.
“Please do,” he said with a nod, “Everything on me.”
I nodded and looked around the room.
“It looks like you’re ready to get down to business?” OG said low.
“You know I came for business.”
OG looked me up and down. “I hear you…” He stood up and looked at the niggas around the table. “Give me a minute, fellas.”
He walked away from the table, and I looked at Loc.
“Follow him,” he said low.
I tightened the duffel bag in my hand and walked behind that nigga. He opened the door to a smaller room full of every drug you could think of, street and legal.
“You want the snow bunny, right?”
“Yeah,” I said, dropping my bag on the table.
He checked the bag and looked back up at me with a smirk on his face. “70K, I can give you five bricks.”
Once he said that, my mind started to calculate how I could flip, how I was about to be on the right track for Islah.
“I’m with it,” I said low.
We shook hands, and OG took the money out of the bag and filled it with bricks of cocaine. Once he was done, we walked back out to the main room. OG gave Loc a nod, and he walked me back out to the lounge.
We dapped up as he asked, “You stickin’ around for a lil’ bit?”
I looked around at all the bitches, tempted to say, but then I thought about what I had at home.