Hate the Player and the Game

chapter 44

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             I started to move all of my weapons and cocaine down to the basement of the old restaurant. No matter how much money that I gave Santi, he just wouldn't use it to better himself. He used it to buy food, cigarettes, and drinks. The old basement was the perfect place to hide my shit and it had been working out for me. I used one of his walls to hang up some weapons. I had went out and bought big guns, machine guns, and shot guns. I hung them all up, and I put a safe down there. I filled it with the thirty thousand that I had, and put money that I had been making over the weeks in my bank account. Alex and Dee had been putting my fair share of the money that I was making back in Queens in my account every time they got the chance. I was a balling bitch like I had wanted to be. I had more money that I could ever ask for. I wasn't a millionaire, but I was rich enough.  Santi had started to become a best friend to me, but he would never leave the damn basement. I would invite him out, but he just would never leave. I had been cruising around the streets of Venice, Los Angeles going to a two-story town house that I was interested in. I had gone to see it and a lady had showed me around the place. It was nice all in all. It was spacious with tan carpet, off white walls with wooden boarders and wood work. It had a black bar in the kitchen, one humongous bedroom, a bathroom with a jacuzzi tub, and a walk in closet that was so big that it could have been a second bedroom. I was going to meet up with the lady at the town house to sign some papers. I was putting the town house in my name and I was going to buy it. It cost over $20,000. It cost as much as a house, but the shit didn't bother me. I paid it all up front and still had more than enough money in the bank. I quickly started to move furniture in the first chance I got. I had a huge cherry oak entertainment stand put in my living room. It was so big that it almost touched the ceiling. It held a big TV, and had pictures of me framed on the shelves. I had a huge chocolate brown couch that was long with a place to lay your whole body at the end, and light brown suede cushions, and brown, and beige pillows. I had a large brown rug in the middle of my living room, with a wooden coffee table sitting on top of it with small wooden statues of slaves as decorations sitting on it. I put in a large fish tank and brought three angel fish to put in it. I filled my bar with drinks and decorated my bedroom with a huge wooden canopy bed with a king-sized mattress and a brown comforter with lots of pillows making it look like royalty. I had a cheetah print chair that looked like a shoe in the corner of my room, brown drapes over all of my windows through out my town house, and I put all of my clothes in my walk in closet. I set my shoes on shelves, I hung up all of my purses, and made my closet look like a small boutique with the many clothes I had. I was officially moved in and I loved living in the town house. It was big like it could have been a house. I had a small house warming party inviting only Ludah. I gave him no pussy, but he showed me a good time. "So I see you doin' it big". He said as he sat on the large couch with a Heineken. I sat down with him and put my feet up on his lap with a glass of Moet. "You finally got up outta that hotel". He said laughing.

"Yeah". I said. "I'm glad too. I was paying four hundred a night for that bitch".

"Damn! You and all this money. What do you do"? Ludah asked curiously.

"What do you think I do"? I asked him back.

"I don't know. It seem like you be balling better than me sometimes".

"Well put it this way...........I create, sell, and make a profit". I said putting my wine glass to my lips and sipping the Moet. Ludah starred at me like I was crazy.

"Hell no......I thought you was a model or some shit, but you fucks with drugs"?

"Hell yeah. I'm good at it too. I'm smart when it comes to the way I do my business". I said.