The Plug's Daughter

Chapter One

"Yo Rah! Wake up bro, we gotta move these bricks"
"RAH"

Yea I heard bro calling me but a nigga tired as fuck! I been up all night, driving from fucking Harlem to Yonkers to Mount Vernon. I do this on a regular, my moms think I be working a nine to five, I'm NEVER doing that shit haha. My pops died when I was 12 leaving me to be the man of the house and to help my mom take care of my 10 year old sister who is now 15. I don't play about Nalani I let her know that shit all the time, I know what these niggas out here is about. I dropped out of high school at 15 so I could sell these drugs and bring in a little extra money. Moms wasn't bringing in nothing with that dumbass job of hers, I keep telling her we gon leave this place one day and I'm keeping that promise. Guess I should get up and start moving. I walked over to the window where I saw my bro Jordan standing downstairs. Jordan's been my bro since we was in the womb, that's my son yo.

"Bro ima be down in a minute!"
"Riiight"
I laughed.
Today we was meeting with some nigga who wanted us to move bricks for him in the city down in Soho, you know those rich places with the hippy white and black kids? Might find some crazy white bitch to give me some top haha never turn down head!

I got in the shower, brushed my teeth and got dressed. I wore some casual shit, white tee, jeans and some Jordans. I walked out kissed my moms and told Nalani, I'd see her later and headed downstairs. When I walked downstairs, I dapped Jordan up and he began explaining what was about to go down.

"Ight so bro, this nigga is supposed to give us kilos to sell"
Some white bitch walked past us and looked at us.
"What bitch!" I said. Shawty made a face and kept walking.
Jordan laughed, "anyway he's gonna give us one of his rides because he doesn't want anyone catching us lackin while we off work feel me?"
"Yea son, I hear you"

So we made our way down to the address Jordan had, when we got there, there was two big ass niggas guarding the door .
"Who ya'll little niggas?" One of the big guys said.
"I'm Rakim and he's Jordan, we're here to see Mr. Gordon"
One looked at the other and smiled. I looked at Jordan and I started getting a little shook, felt like this shit was a set up or something. They made a hand a gesture to follow them and that's what we did, when we got in there it was like a private club. There was music, bitches dancing, giving lap dances and some getting fucked, other niggas was playing dice. We walked to this separate room, where this guy was sitting on a chair.

"Mr. Gordon, they're here"
This nigga turn his chair like this was some Italian mafia movie, what the fuck. When he turn around, it was a chubby black man. He had a low fade, looked kinda old.

"Hello, you two are earlier than expected, Fredo told me ya'll were supposed to arrive at noon"
This nigga sounded white as fuck, like this underground building was separated from the hood.
"Nah we ready to make some money feel me.. Sir" Jordan hesitated.
Mr. Gordon laughed, "well I won't waste time explaining the details. "

He told us everything we needed to know; how to hide the drugs and how to persuade bitches, he gave us guns too. He explained to us how he was one of the biggest drug lords of NY, I remembered him from Fredo's stories. I could tell Jordan was very fascinated with Mr. Gordon, he was asking all types of questions and Gordon answered them all.

Our job was to be done by next week Friday and we would get the money back to Gordon, that would determine whether we would work for him or not. To be honest, this job was LIGHT WORK, I could do this with my eyes close. White hippy kids love drugs and I'm gonna supply them with that and the girls, I'll supply with some dick.

Me and Jordan walked down the block to where Gordon's car was, I got in the drivers seat because Jordan dumb ass childish as fuck. I made a stop by my house and my moms was there, I told her I was gonna be out of town on a "business trip" and that I just came to grab a few clothes and some money. I walked into my room and grabbed 3,000 dollars and I grabbed some clothes and an extra pair of sneakers. I walked out my room back into the living room, I walked over to my moms and I handed her 1k, she looked up at me since I was 6'8.

"Where'd you get this Rah?"
"Work, ma"
"Do not lie to me"
"I'm not ma!"
She sighed and walked to the kitchen counter.
"I love you Rah, don't want you out here like your father and ending up dying just like him"
"Ight I love you too, I'll be back next week," I walked over to her, "we not gonna be stuck here forever, Flatbush is not for us, especially Nalani"
She looked at me, "okay Rah"
I kissed her and walked out.