The Exchange

Chapter Eighteen || Nobody But You

"That's that shit I like to hear, you got it ready for me?" I asked her and she nodded before getting out of her chair and going into the safe that was hidden behind a floorboard under her desk. She popped it open and pulled out 2 big ass duffel bags and gave them to me over the desk. These bitches was heavy too, so I knew the shit had to be sitting right in hea. "What's the numbers?" I asked her before leaving.

"350 stacks in each bag." She said casually as she sat back in her chair and looked at me. That was way more than I'd bargained for, shit was dope. I undid one of the bags and pulled out ten stacks and laid it out on the desk for her. For all the money Toya had made me, I could spare her 10 grand. She was good for business, so she deserved the bonus on top of the 50 she was already making a month. I appreciate it.

"Buy ya self some nice T, you deserve it." I told her and she grinned from ear to ear as she looked at me. I chuckled at the expression on her face, she looked like a kid that just had been given a new toy or a candy bar or some shit.

"That's why you my favorite cousin G. I fucks wit' you. Same time next month fam," she smile as she grabbed the money off the desk and put it into her fake ass Michael Kors purse that sat behind the big desk. She mad 50,000 a month from me and had a fake MK bag. Some things just never change. You can give a person money and they'll still be stuck on the same old things and ways, which was Toya for yo ass.

"You know," I said as I saluted her and headed out of the building. I quickly stuffed the double bags in the backseat, with my finger on the gun that rested on my waist. I had to watch my back around hea, it was niggas that would try to rob ya ass in broad day. I wasn't scared or shit, but I be damned if anybody took my bread from me without killing me too.

I hopped in my truck and peeled away from the curb as I headed on over to my mom's crib. I hadn't been since the other day and I had to make sure she was good. I'd call, she'd answer, I'd say what I had to say and just hang up. I guess it was just the point of her answering, letting me know she was there. I don't know, but I didn't dwell on it. I wanted so bad to have that bond with my moms like I had back in the days, but shit changed. I didn't even know how to go about fixing it, so I just left her be. I'd tried to get her out of that shell, but she wouldn't budge.

I pulled up at her house within the next ten minutes and went inside using the key that I had. I didn't go to look for her first, I went straight to my old room. Everything was still the same in here, since I first got a little money as a teen. First thing I did was buy us a big and nice house with the money. I was eighteen to be exact. Now at twenty-six, I looked back on it all and was thankful for the life I'd lived. I just wish I could redo all of the mistakes I made in my life.

I sat the bags down to the side and I pushed the big mattress off the full sized bed, so that only the box spring was showing now. I peeled back the sheet like stuff that covered the wood panels and was in utter shock like I hadn't already known what was there. I sighed and started to unpack the bags of money in the box spring of my mattress. It was over half full already. I swear it was over fifteen million dollars in this box spring, but I kept stacking it. I'd been doing this every since my teenage years and I'd continue.