Hate the Player and the Game

chapter 48

"No problem". I said pulling the cash out of my white checkered Louis Vuitton travel bag. "I'm sure you've been to Miami before". I handed the money to him and he created a big smile on his face.

"Alright, hop in". Larry said as Gin started to load my shit onto the helicopter. Any plane or helicopter ride where I could bring my cocaine, marijuana sacks by the pound, the heroin, ecstasy, and other pills I sell in peace was a first class flight to me. After all, this stuff was making me me thousands of dollars weekly and Royale's liquor company brought me millions in monthly. Everybody in the hood drinks Crown Royale liquor. Most Peoples favorite is the apple flavored. I loved having Legal money so much that I was really considering giving up the game for good. I soon hopped in with Gin next to me. Larry handed a head set for me to put on, and before I knew it, the propellers were spinning and we were lifting into the sky. We flew all the way across the country to Florida where it rained allot. I was now the CEO chairman of The Crown Royale Liquor Agency. Our brand of liquor is one of the most top selling dark liquors in America next to Henessy, Paul Masson, and Remy Martin. I was proud of myself for all of the power I had accomplished in such little time. I always knew I could be an entrepreneur. Those business people in corporate America were going to learn to Respect me real fast. It was my company now, Royale is dead.
       I was glad to be getting away from California. I had been there for a good four years and I was ready to leave. They had me so excited about Miami that I didn't know what to do. I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.

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We landed in Miami about four in the afternoon. I had no idea where Gin was taking me, but he called us a cab and I couldn't help but stare out the window at the beautiful palm trees and feel the hot air hit my face. We ended up in Olympia Heights and the cab pulled up to a huge four story house with a five car garage, a huge pool in the back with a jacuzzi next to it, a patio on the third floor, seven bed rooms, and six bathrooms. I didn't know what I would do in this big house by myself. I never pictured myself living in a huge estate. This was why I loved my town house back in LA. Gin helped me move my shit into the fully furnished house. He even went out and brought me groceries. I settled into my huge master bed room. There was a small stair case that led up to where my huge king sized bed was. I had couches in my room, a huge TV, and a walk in closet so big that it could have been two other bedrooms. I stayed in the big empty house by myself for the next few days. It took almost a week for some of my soldiers to fly in. I had some stay with me until they all got their own places. I had maids cook big dinners at night and let my soldiers come and eat with me so I wouldn't feel so alone. My soldiers loved to work for me. They showed me respect for being the strong, independent woman that I was. When I had dinner with all of my men, it was like I was catering to all of them and that's what they loved about me, so their love for me grew. I had them all to the point where they would all die for me. I was so down to earth with them. Some even came to me and confided to me on life and why the game tore theirs apart. About a month had past with me living in Miami and I figured that it was time for me to get down to work especially with Royale's liquor company. I was so proud to know I that I was an owner of a bussiness now and I was a beautiful bussiness woman showing up to the company's board meeting in Calvin Klein designer suits and Red Bottom heels. The staff at the Crown Royal's corporate office all knew me ass Royale's ex-fiance' since he was deceased now and respected me as if I were an older woman in my forties. Mind you I was only 23 years old. I got it out the mud all because I was a rich mans mistress. I mean Royale was so wealthy that he's one of a few black men on the forbes list. And he treated me well. I mean I stayed kept. Every two weeks I go to the Dominicans so that can have my tracks layed. Every two weeks I got my nails manicured and my toes pedicured faithfully, and every two weeks I get my eyebrows and my coochie waxed. Royale already knew the routine. He got hip real fast and real quick. I couldn't help that I was really an expensive ass bitch. I was high maintenance as hell. I required this from Royale and he gladly gave it to me. I had Louis Vuitton and Chanel bags for years all through my closet. I mean the way Royal took care of me you would think I was some type of celebrity in hollywood. I was basically the queen of that mansion. I mean I was the only female in a mansion full of killer gangsters. I was amongst so many gangster men it wasn't even funny.
I took a couple grand out of the bank and stashed some away in my house. I had went out and bought my soldiers all new weapons. New men even came in talking about they used to work for Royale and wanted to land a job working for me. I was the only female in my house surrounded by men all the time. When I wanted to go to the beach, I would bring at least four of them with me to chill with and watch my back all at the same time. Life was being good to me. I had gotten over the deaths of Ludah and Royale and moved on with my life. I was living good. Gin was starting to become my roll dog. He would tell me everything that I needed to know about people on the dirty streets of Miami. Every place had it's hood and I was now going to have to be apart of Miami's by getting my name out there. I had recently bought myself another car. It was a cherry red Maserati. I was whippin' and I made people stare to see who would step out of it every time I showed up somewhere in it. Clubbing in Miami was the shit. I would show up with my team at different clubs, meet new people mostly drug lords and everyone I met seemed to like me. I started to negotiate with people. The best person I found out to make a deal with was a cool nigga named Ceaser that started to become more and more of my friend. I knew who I could trust and who I couldn't. In order to make money, you have to be a good negotiator and that's what I was. If I saw that you weren't on something right then I would cut you off. It was hard for people to look at me, see how young and sexy I was and take in the fact that I was the top female baller in the game. Over the months, I started to make serious money. I was making dirty money. I was a millionaire and proud to say it. I lived in a huge mansion, had the flyest cars, and rocked the newest shit when it came to clothes and shoes. I had gone a long time being single and was not yet looking for love. I was still young and had my whole life for that shit. The only friends I had were my soldiers and they were all I needed. I was rich and powerful and would kill to have this life style if I were any other bitch.