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tripping? You don’t get it do you? You know only me and you belong in the money room. But somehow you let a stripper bitch in and you ain’t even on your shit. You back here smoking weed when you supposed to be getting the count ready,” A’shai said as he as he placed his hands on his hips and shook his head.

“Relax. We were just chilling. How do you know she was a stripper anyway?” Nico replied.

“For one, the bitch name is Bunny,” A’shai shot back as he sat down and sifted through the money. Nico didn’t admit it, but he did meet her in a strip club just two nights before. A’shai looked at Nico and noticed the diamond encrusted chain on his neck and he clenched his teeth tightly. He had explained to Nico many times before about where most diamonds in America came from. Conflict diamonds usually came from Sierra Leone. The hardship and horror stories that were behind the blood diamonds bothered A’shai. Slaves were forced to search mines night and day to find those stones. Families were torn apart and people’s blood shed over the diamonds that Americans wore freely. They had no knowledge of how the jewels got to them and around their necks. Nico noticed that A’shai stared at his necklace and he quickly tucked it in his shirt, not wanting to hear A’shai preach to him the origin of the blood diamonds.

“Thank you,” A’shai said as if he had read Nico’s mind. “So, what the count look like?” A’shai asked as he began to put the money in the duffle bag by his feet.

“One hundred stacks,” Nico said confidently as he ran the last stack through the machine.

“Perfect,” A’shai said as he began to put the money into the duffle bag. The average take per day was $100,000 and that was on a slow day. He loaded the bag up and tried to get out of the trap spot as quickly as possible. He felt that just being around Nico made him dumber. Honestly, the only reason he even tolerated Nico was because he was Baron’s nephew. Baron was a family man and always believed in looking out for blood so he let Nico run the projects, which was one of the hottest drug areas in the city.

“I’m about to bounce. Yo, I’m going to be out of town for a couple days. Drop the cash off to Pop’s house while we’re gone. Listen, the safe combo is 7-11-55. Ma will be expecting you. Got that?” A’shai said as he stood up and put the last of the stacks inside the bag.

“Yeah I got it. 7-11-55. No problem,” Nico responded. “Yo, where you going?” Nico asked nosily.

“Pops and me are heading out to L.A. this weekend,” A’shai replied unenthusiastically as he motioned towards the door. “I need you to hold it down while I’m gone.”

“You know I got you. What you need to do is put a good word in for me with Unc. Tell him I’m trying to come up. Sitting in the crack house all day ain’t what I want to do. I’m a boss nigga like you. I should be doing pick-ups and going to business sit downs with y’all,” Nico said as he stuck his chest out. A’shai didn’t even bother to respond. Although he and Nico were the same age, A’shai was twice his age in the mind. A’shai knew that a clown nigga like Nico wasn’t built for being a boss but only a worker. A’shai walked out the door, leaving Nico there to tend to his own pipe dreams.

“Bitch ass nigga,” Nico said as envy overcame him. He picked up the blunt that A’shai had put out and lit it. He never could understand why Baron had placed A’shai in charge and not him. Nonetheless, while Nico was smoking, A’shai was on his way to the next spot to pick up money. While Nico slept, A’shai was up thinking and that’s why A’shai was in the top position.

“Thank you,” Baron said smoothly as he grabbed the Remy on the rocks from the stewardess. They were thousands of feet above land as they made their way to the West Coast to visit a new coke connection. The private jet rode smoothly and was just as comfortable as Baron’s living room. The plush seats, light jazz, and soft carpet created a relaxing environment for the drug lord. He sat across from his son, A’shai, and smiled.