All 22 years of living, Amias had never found a shorty worthy enough of hanging up his jersey. His motto had always been pimping bitches since pimping been pimping. He had his fair share of women, and he loved it that way. Interesting, fast and alwa...
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"Yo, pops," I announced as I walked in the house through the spacious entrance, slamming the door behind me for that extra effect.
"Boy you know better than to yell in my shit," He came out of the kitchen, phone pressed to his ear. He snarled and I flashed a smile, chuckling after. That was just my pops for you. Bald and angry, but I love OG to death. That's just his way of showing love. After my moms died, all we had was eachother. And being that she died when I was only 6 years old, it's been just us for a hot minute. I was content, though.
"My bad, OG," I smirked, plopping on the cocoa colored couch pops just recently got and flicking on the PS5.
"Ya damn bad," he grumbled, waving me off, taking the phone off of mute.
"Yes sir....Ofcourse...always a pleasure," he trailed off, pacing back into the kitchen and leaning on the marble island. I lifted a brow, tuning my ear into his conversation. Knowing pops, it was most likely business. That's all it ever is. If the money ain't callin', don't answer. That's law.
"Who was that?" I asked as he re-entered the living room. His face remained still; calm and nonchalant, just as it always is.
"That was a business deal being put in motion," he replied.
"We're expanding the business. I just spoke with a realtor that has a space in New York I was gon' go take a look at. See if it has potential for BC2." I scoffed as he ran his fingers through his goatee.
"So when we out? Youn ain't sayin' nun'," I shrugged. Licking my lips I ran my hands over my waves.
"Pops you know when it's about business, it's a go for me. I'm ready whenever you are, expansion is the move, forreal."
"Understood, but we not out there for no ass, Amias. We there for business and strictly that. I'm not bringing you to go see shit if you can't be serious."
Taken completely aback, I squinted. "Pops ian even on that. Who said anything about pussy, cause I damn sure didn't."
"Aw shut up, boy, I'm ya damn daddy, I know you. Look who the fuck you talking to nigga, I KNOW you. I raised you boy, hell you came outta my nuts."
"Aw man-"
"Shit. We going on BUSINESS...boy. Don't make me whoop ya ass, na. We leave tomorrow."
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Ian stay at pop's crib for too long, just got my daily hi in and showed my love. Pretty sure he had a bitch coming over too the way he was rushing my ass out. That ain't my business to get into, though. Pulling into the Chuck's chicken parking lot, I backed into a vacant space before hopping out and making my way to my 6pc hot fried hard. You know the real. Besides, I got my workout time in earlier at the gym so I earned this. Tryna' bulk up anyway.
