SUGAR

Eight

I followed my mom into her home and it was crazy cause she had kept all the same furniture so basically everything looked the same. I had left my moms crib when I was only 17. Not speaking to her since I had finally bumped into her randomly when I was out getting some things for the crib. She had told me she had gotten help since I had been gone and had cut ties with my stepdad who'd help her abuse me. It was still my mother and despite all her shit I couldn't but help but to love her still. So here I am.

"Are you hungry? Need any water? Have a seat please." She asked nervously. I could see it all over her. I laughed at how she was nervous in front of her own son. She probably was low key scared I was back for revenge or some shit.

"Nah, I'm fine ma. I just came to drop you off a package- you know for lost times and shit. I see ain't much changed around here." I spoke referring to the decor and furniture.

"Well, now that I cut ties with your stepdad I'm only working at the McDonalds up the road and my section 8 is helping me out. I'm trying mijo."

"That's why I brought this, don't ask no questions just take it. Do right with that and I'll be back with more." I told her as I handed her the envelope of money I took from my safe.

"Mijo no, I can't - I" Belinda stammered.

"You will." I told her sternly. "I love you and forgive you. I can't hold onto that hurt forever." I pulled her in for a hug and kissed her on her forehead. She moved her gray silky hair from out her face and cried and thanked me.

"I love you Antman. Thank you, thank you. Thank you for forgiving me." She told me.

"I love you too ma. Do right." I left her there as she hugged the money to her chest.

"I will."

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I now had to handle my real business. I had a meeting tonight with a few other movers from around the city to discuss moving product with me. I had some of my boys put out the word for this meet tonight. I was ready for some new faces and to expand my business partners. It was time to make a lot of fucking money which I enjoyed most about my lifestyle. Pulling up to the building I bought to move weight in I located I see the cars had arrived. My guard Joc hit me a text telling me it's time and that everyone had settled.

I walked into the furthest room of the building where my meetings took place and saw the room full of men and a woman. Who the fuck invited a bitch in here? I thought to myself. I dismissed it but I was gone be sure to find out later. I ain't trust no hoe and damn sure ain't heard of no females moving. I excused it for the time being but was definitely going to get addressed.

"So, as everybody know I called this shit to tonight. I asked that my boys to research and find the baddest runners in town and if you here you must think you are or word around town you is. I don't know about y'all but I'm trying to eat. Everybody can leave with a sample on me tonight with the product and when you like it y'all hit me back." I announced as Joc passed everyone the bags of white.

"That's it?" The female spoke up. She was bad as hell I couldn't lie but she was out of line.

"Yeah that's it, everybody get the fuck out. You first." And with that everybody rose. Everybody respected me because they knew I had no problem bodying anybody and I ran shit my way.

"Let me holla at you before you go." I grabbed ahold of arm before she could leave with every one else. "Who the fuck you here for? Cause the streets a be talking if a bitch as bad as you was moving." I stared into her eyes trying to read her. She was a thick lil Latina chick and definitely shouldn't been out here like this.

"S-Stacks" She stuttered.

"What the fuck is a S-Stacks? Don't make me body you aight?" I grabbed ahold of her throat pinning her against the wall.

"Tha-that's what he calls himself!" I loosened the grip of her throat sensing she was being honest. "He doesn't like dealing with men, he don't trust nobody. If you work with him you work with me. He's not going to work directly with you either. Send your best bitches. It's how he runs his business." She rub on her neck looking to me in fear. "He also told me to give you this if it was an issue." She handed over almost three thousand dollars as I smirked in approval.

I had never been in this type of situation. Who the fuck this Stacks nigga thought he was? But shit, if he kept this up he could do whatever he wanted. This dude ain't trust no other man but the problem was I didn't trust these hoes. I could count on half a hand of how many females I trusted. Only one person came to mind.

Sugar.