I unzipped it, seeing them stacks of cash rubber-banded together. I pulled out one of them money counters I always kept on me and started running through a few stacks, just to make sure shit was right. Banks ain't never shorted me before, but I ain't get to where I was by being careless.
"It's all there," Banks said, pouring himself a drink. "You want one?"
"Nah, I'm good. I gotta hit the road soon."
"You driving back tonight?"
"Yeah. I got shit to handle in the morning."
Banks nodded, sipping his Hennessy. "Business been good on your end?"
"Real good. Sosa got that fire, and niggas is loving it. I'm moving weight like crazy, bro. Shit is sweet right now."
"That's what's up. Sosa good people, and his shit is top tier."
"Facts." I zipped the duffle bag back up after I was satisfied everything was straight. Then I reached into my jacket and pulled out my own bag, a smaller one, but heavy as fuck. I set it on the desk.
"That's your re-up. Same shit as last time. You know how it go."
Banks opened it, pulling out one of the vacuum-sealed bricks. He examined it, nodding in approval.
"Yeah, this that good shit right here. My niggas is gon' eat this up."
"No doubt. Just hit me when you ready for more."
"Bet." He dapped me up again. "You sure you don't wanna stay for a minute? I got some bad bitches in here tonight. I can set you up real nice."
I laughed, shaking my head. "Nah, I'm cool. I got somebody waiting on me back home."
"Oh word?" Banks raised his eyebrows, grinning. "Yatta got a girl? Since when?"
"It ain't even like that. We just... Chillin’."
"Mhm. A'ight, nigga. Whatever you say."
I grabbed the duffle bag full of cash and headed out. "I'll hit you next week."
"Bet. Drive safe, my nigga."
I threw the duffle in the trunk of the Durango and got in, starting it up and letting the heat blast. My phone was sitting in the cup holder and I saw I had a missed call from Zurie. A smile crept on my face without me even meaning to.
I called her back, putting it on speaker as I pulled out the parking lot.
She answered on the second ring, her voice soft and sleepy.
"Hey."
"What's good, mamas. You up?"
"Barely. I was dozing off but I heard my phone ring." She yawned.
"You done handling your business?"
"Yeah, I'm leaving Detroit now. About to hit the road."
"You driving back tonight? Yatta, it's almost midnight."
"I know. I'll be straight though. I done drove later than this before."