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Sabrina chuckled, while I stood there and waited for Suzie’s white ass to say something else stupid. Instead of making another comment, she rolled her eyes while her sidekick, Rhonda, said, “I told you she was going to act ghetto with you.”

Appalled at this bitch’s remark, I damn near spit out fire. “Ghetto!” I snapped as I placed my right hand across my hip. “Oh, you ass kissing bitches ain’t seen ghetto.” I snarled as I took one step towards them both.

“
Come on, Suzie. Let’s get out of here before she shows us how ghetto she can get,” Rhonda advised Suzie as she grabbed her arm and pulled her back towards the front of the plane.

“
Yeah, Suzie, you better listen to your dumbass friend, because she ain’t gonna jump in to help you once I start whipping on your ass.”

Sabrina laughed louder. And I started laughing too as I watched those two dizzy ass chicks run for cover.

“
I’m not worried about you Naomi,” Suzie responded. “I can take care of myself. And besides, it won’t be long before I get your ass booted off this airline for all the underhanded stuff you’re doing. Believe me, I got my eyes on you, sweetie.”

“
You better. Because I got my eyes on you too, you tramp,” I roared. Thank God the pilots had already left the plane or I would’ve been in trouble for that outburst. I hope Suzie was talking about the small minor shit I was doing like being a pain in her ass, and not the real scandalous shit I was doing.

Sabrina tapped me on my shoulder. “You think she knows about you getting involved with some of the airline’s male passengers?”

I turned around to give Sabrina my complete attention. I wanted her to see exactly how sincere I was about my response to her question. “Look, I could care less if she knew I fucked every man that walked onto this plane. What I do with those niggas is my business. But if I dare find out that she’s going behind my back to talk to personnel about me, I am going to make that bitch very sorry that she ever met me.”

“
Damn, you’re serious, huh?” Sabrina surmised.

“
You damn right I am,” I replied quickly. “Because I don’t fuck with her, or anyone else for that matter. So she needs to stay the fuck out of my way before she gets hurt.”

After I expressed to Sabrina what would happen to Suzie if she dared to open her mouth about me to my bosses, we finished what we were doing. Then we exited the plane. Our next flight wasn’t for another two hours and Sabrina suggested we get some breakfast from the food court inside the New Orleans Airport terminal. While we waited for our food, she excused herself to call the guy she had just started seeing. She wanted to let him know that our flight made it safely to New Orleans. While she was preoccupied, I decided to call Reggie. I had to know if he and Damian had a chance to talk and bury the hatchet. But as fate would have it, his voicemail picked up after the first ring, so I assumed he had turned his phone off. Instead of calling Damian, I stuck my Blackberry back into my handbag and thought about how I would approach this situation when I did get him on the phone.

Reggie was my brother and I loved him to death. I knew his shortcomings and being paranoid was his biggest weakness. He was a man who had built a small but lucrative empire, and his life of hustling was coming back to haunt him.

Reggie was an innovator. He truly was a student of the game. He had taken the lessons of Al Capote, Frank Lucas, Nicky Barnes and many other gangsters, and used those lessons to forge his legacy. His product wasn’t local; it was transported from South America via different locations to the states. I was his mule via my different flights throughout the United States. There were four cities I flew to often that were great points of entry to the U.S.: San Diego, Phoenix, Miami and Houston. These were also sites that the DEA patrolled and staked out regularly, but having connections with TSA bag handlers and customs officials kept us in business and more importantly, kept us stealth. And in this business, you had to fly under the radar.

During a recession, any extra dollar could help and Reggie fed on that fact. The money he paid our U.S. connections was worth it. And who couldn’t use an extra ten grand during these trying times. Additionally, the take from the suppliers in South America was also lucrative.

So everyone was getting paid, including me.

And since Reggie wasn’t dealing with a local supplier, he wasn’t on the DEA’s radar nor NYPD’s Narcotics Division. NYPD didn’t look at Reggie as being the big time dealer he was. They thought he was a third or fourth tier dealer, and that was fine by my brother. The less they thought of him, the more income he could bring in.

Maybe it helped that Reggie and I were both diversified financially. His best lesson was never keep your money in one place. As much as black people didn’t believe in banks, those in the criminal element believed even less. Reggie was different. He had created at least five aliases for both of us, and we had bank accounts spread throughout the U.S. and an account in Switzerland and the Cayman Islands for both of us. My regular airline check was direct deposited into a local bank in New York. Reggie also owned a computer repair shop that had legitimate employees in the front of the shop, while a hidden staircase led to a basement where Reggie stashed drugs, weapons and money.

Lastly, because of his paranoia, Reggie believed in confiding in three people: me, Damian and our father, Miguel Foxx. If any one of us ever broke that trust, I believed Reggie would freak the fuck out. And there’s no telling what he would do to get the revenge he thought he deserved. I just hoped that day would never come, because we all needed each other to maneuver around this cutthroat ass world. We had to keep this shit tight or all of us would be going down.

I was happy when my workday had ended and I was back in the city. As soon as I reached my car, Reggie called me. “What’s up papi?” I asked him in a cheerful way.

“
When did you get back in town?” he asked.

“
My flight just landed about thirty minutes ago. Why?”

“
I need you to come by my house and get this box for me,” he said.

“
Is Vanessa there?” I wanted to know.

“
Nah, she ain’t here yet. That’s why I want you to hurry up,” he said with urgency.

“
Okay. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes,” I told him and then we disconnected our call.

During my drive to Reggie’s place, I got a call from Marco. It was somewhat of a surprise to me because he told me he would be down in South America until the end of the week.

“
Hello there,” I said.

“
How are you?” he asked in his very thick Hispanic accent.

“
I’m doing great.”

“
Very good,” he replied. “How is business?”

“
Business is great. Everybody including Reggie is very happy.”

“
Very good. So, are you in the city?”

“
Yes, I’m here. Why do you ask?”

“
Because I’m leaving South America tomorrow to come back to New York for a few days and I want to see you.”

“
What time can I expect you?”

“
Don’t worry, I’ll call you when I get there,” he replied quickly.

“
Okay. Great. I’ll be waiting on your call,” I assured him.

Before we ended our call, he told me how he’d missed me and that he wanted to bend me over and fuck the hell out of me. It had been a while since I had fucked Marco. Truthfully, I wasn’t looking forward to it. His dick was no bigger than my thumb and after fucking him, I had to fuck somebody else just to get satisfied. Marco was the only reason I went out and bought me a battery-operated boyfriend. I understood why women had them a BOB; because of non-fucking or unendorsed motherfuckers like Marco. To be candid, the only reason I fucked him in the beginning was because Reggie and I needed him to supply us. He was our South America connection and on top of that, he had the pure shit. His shit rocked. I didn’t use drugs, but when we made the connection with Marco and our shit hit the streets, Reggie’s fame immediately shot through the roof. He was the toast of the city for supplying some fire shit. That was why we were surprised he wasn’t on anyone’s radar like DEA or NYPD.

On that level, Marco was the man with the best shit and top of that he was a fucking millionaire at best and I loved the perks that came with being his flavor of the month. Marco’s money could be used as wrapping paper to wrap around this entire fucking globe. He was a well-known cocaine supplier and executioner. He was someone you didn’t fuck with. I was turned on by his money and status, not his dick. And now that I had my own money and was able to buy myself a $30,000 Hermes Birkin bag or $110,000 Maserati Spyder, I honestly had no use for the old man. I’d let him eat my pussy if he’d like. But that was as far as I was going to let it go.

At the end of our conversation, he told me to tell Reggie to be available before he left town, because he needed to have a meeting with him. I assured him I’d do just that.

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Reggie wasn’t too happy with me because I let Vanessa beat me to their apartment. She let me inside of their fifteenth floor penthouse suite. She kept herself laced in five hundred dollar blouses and six hundred dollar skirts and slacks made from Gucci, Valentino and Marc Jacobs. Her shoe game was more fierce than her wardrobe. When I looked at her Valentino sunny check dress, I knew she’d hit my brother up for at least five grand and been shopping recently, because this dress just came in this season. It was no secret that she was a label whore and was consistently in competition with me, but whether she knew it or not, I wasn’t fazed by her antics. I was the queen around here so everything she did to make herself feel like she was better than me was done in vain. As usual, I acted like I was happy to see her.

“
What’s up mommy?” I greeted her by extending a hug.

“
I’m good. What’s up with you?” she replied as she hugged me back. She gave me this whack ass pat on my back as she embraced me. I could tell she didn’t want to hug me. But I left well enough alone because she was being her normal self. And as long as she wanted to play her games, I vowed to do the same thing.

“
You know me. I’m always on the hunt to find ways to get rich so I can retire from my daytime gig.”

“
Just follow your brother’s lead and you’ll be just fine,” she assured me and then she closed the front door behind us.

“
Where is he anyway?” I asked her as I started walking down the hallway towards their family room.

“
He’s in the back watching TV,” she told me.

I continued down the hallway and then I entered into the family room where I found Reggie slipping on his Prada flip flops. “Where are you going?” I asked him.

He took his wallet off the coffee table and said, “Come on, let’s take a ride to see mom and dad.”

I was not in the mood to drive out to the Bronx to see our parents. They relocated to White Plains a couple years ago from Harlem. My mom thought the move would do our father some good. When you hear people say, “You can take the person out the ghetto, but you can’t take the ghetto out the person,” believe them.” That was exactly what my mom was going through with our father. He loved the fucking streets.

“
What’s over there?” I whined. I was tired physically as well as mentally, so I wasn’t in any way feeling this trip.

“
I wanna drop some dough off to moms. And see how they’re doing. She said she hasn’t seen you in a couple of weeks, that’s why I got you to come over here and go along with me.”

I sighed. “I wished you would’ve told me this over the phone.”

“
If I would’ve, you would not have come,” he replied and then he reached back down on the sofa and retrieved his pistol from behind one of the decorative pillows.

“
What are you about to do with that?” I asked him.

“
I’m taking it with me,” he told me and then he stuck it down in the waist of his shorts. Once he covered it with his shirt, he was ready to step out of the house.

“
I thought you were staying in the house tonight?” Vanessa asked immediately after she entered the room. She stood at the entryway and waited for Reggie’s reply. I stood there alongside Reggie and waited to see how he was going to handle this situation.

“
Look Vanessa, I ain’t got time for this shit tonight,” he replied.

“
You ain’t never got time for my shit! But I know what you’re doing,” she spat as she continued to stand in the entryway of the living room. “I’m not stupid, I know you got Naomi to come over and get you like y’all are going to go and handle some business. But you gon’ get her to drop your no-good ass off over one of your bitches houses!”

I stood there looking shocked. I had no idea what the hell she was talking about. If Reggie wanted me to drop him off at one of his hoes house, he hadn’t said anything to me about it. “Please don’t put me in y’all mess today,” I begged.

“
It’s too late, because you’re already in it,” she replied sarcastically.

“
Oh, no, it’s not too late, because I am out of here,” I told her and then I made my way out of the living room area. I headed back down the hallway towards the front door. Reggie wasn’t too far behind me.

“
You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. Now get out of my face with that dumb shit,” I heard him say as he stormed passed her.