Dope Boys and the Women that Love 'Em by Tiece Page B

all like th e average chick you’ll ever meet. She had a sweet side once upon a time in the beginning, but over the years she’s grown harder and colder. It’s like her hustle controls the person she is and at times that ain’t good.” He said thinking of their son and how little time she spends with him because she’s too busy caught up in the life of luxury, fast living, and taking care of her dope boys. “I tell ya,” he mustard up a grin. “No telling how many nigga’s work for Amara.”
    “ You ain’t never lied.” Russell uttered. He knew when he had his own connect that he was doing the damn thang but it never felt like he was a part of nothing as big as Amara’s operation.
    “ Since you’re working with her now you might know shit before I do, just depending on how she’s gonna set up our visits.”
    Russell lightly scratched his smooth shaved head. “How she’s gonna set up our visits,” he said a bit confused. “What do you mean? I figured we’d probably ride up together every other week or when it’s time for us to re-up.”
    “Oh nah,” Malcolm quickly interjected as he swerved over in the left lane then stopping at the red light. “Amara won’t conduct any business that way. I’m almost sure of it. The thing is that whatever y’all have going on is going to be between y’all. Just like whatever we have going on will be between her and me. You’ll learn the ropes real quick fucking with Amara and trust me you’re gonna learn today.” He stated while turning on the road that led to Amara’s house.
    “Damn, the more I ask the less I wanna know.” Russell commented then turned the dial up on the air condition control. For some reason he’d started getting nervously hot all of a sudden.
    Finally, Malcolm pulled up to the enormous sized gate and let his window down at the voice box. He reached out his truck and pressed the speaker button, simply stating, “It’s me,” then sat for a moment. He stared at the huge house which sat on the opposite side of the gate.
    “Damn man, is this her crib?” Russell asked admiring the mansion that sat on the hill.
    “Yep, this is where you’ll be making your rounds.” Malcolm confirmed as t he gate slowly opened. He followed the road that led up to Amara’s house. Russell sat staring out the window admiring the view of the open land.
    “You can tell who’s sitting at the top of the food chain.” he joked as Malcolm parked his truck around the back entrance of the house.
    Malcolm nodded his head in agreement. “You know what to say.” He commented thinking that they lived good, but Amara lived like the rich and famous in one of the more expensive neighborhoods in Buckhead. Her house was easily a million plus.
    A n edgy feeling hit the both of them at the same time and they looked over at each other.
    “Aye man, are you sure you wanna be using the same connect? It’s not too late for me to back out now. I’m sure that in due time I’ll find another connect.”
    Malcolm shook his head. “Listen fam, you’re like the brother I never had and trust me when I say that I have no problems with us having the same connect. Plus, no telling how long it would take you to find another one.” He stated already knowing that any chance of Russell getting his grind on in the streets and making money like he was used too would be cut short with Amara in the picture. He felt bad about being in the mist of the situation. If only Amara had just come to him without revealing what she’d done to Russell; he’d be conscience clear and all the way cool with it. Everything Amara did or let him in on had consequences behind it and he couldn’t help but wonder what the costs for this deal going down were going to be.
    “So we ’re good?” Russell double-checked.
    “We’re better than good. We’ve already discussed this and it’ll still be like we have our own connect. You’ll do you and I’ll continue to d o me. You’ll hold down your fort and