Found A Way || D.E. & C.B.

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Cairo Brewster

Back in New York, getting some last minute shit configured. Cortez and Fahim, our distributors in East Harlem. Money and product talk, we had to make sure we was all on the same page. No one liked being fucked over, because then consequences would be made. Scratching my chin as we were all in the room, shit was getting ready to be packaged all that good shit.

"How long y'all out here for?" Cortez asked, puffing from his blunt, looking between Cassius and I.

"Just today. A quick turn around." I licked my lips, shrugging. "Just wanted to make sure the product got to y'all, we'ont have time fa no slip ups."

"You know how we do business, East. None of that, these little niggas know that too." Fahim spoke, I nodded my head. We've known each other since we was kids, but my trust is still limited wit a lot of niggas.  "A good talk, or scaring someone will get them to know what's good. Playin wit our money is them playin wit their lives." He chuckled wickedly.

This nigga got a few loose screws, he's trigger happy. I have no room to talk, but my mind is leveled.

"We know all too well, we seen what you done before." Cassius shook his head, chuckling lowly. "Keep that gun tucked, foo." Cassius joked, Fahim chuckled, nodding stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Aight, we'll talk soon. Let this shit touch the streets, expect a call within a week." I held my hand out for dap between them both. Once that was done, Cassius and I walked out the warehouse, saying bye to a few women who were bagging up product already.

"You gon see ya moms?" Cassius asked as we walked out to the lot, popping the locks on the truck we drove up in. I looked down at my watch seeing it was a little after 12.

"Yeah, gotta get one of her meals before we head back." I chuckled, rubbing a hand over my stomach, a nigga was starving. "Ya moms prolly over there too." I stated, getting into the passengers seat.

"I wouldn't be surprised if she was." He laughed, starting up the ignition and pulling out the lot, making our way to their homes. We moved them into some nice brownstones five years back, get them out the projects and shit. We never forgot where we came from, it's a blessing where we're at now. "My moms was trippen on me the other day, man." He shook his head, maneuvering into the left lane. "I guess Maya called her on some bullshit, so moms is mad."

I knitted my brows together, "The bitch lie on ya name?"  I couldn't stand his baby moms, the bitch was looney. She needs to seek some help forreal.

"Yeah man, talkin bout I haven't seen Ro," he blew out a harsh breath, "I always make time for ma daughter, so ion know what shit she twisted in ma moms head. But I gotta straighten that out."