I chuckled. “Bitch, your mouth is all stretched out of shape right now ’cause you could barely handle this, so we both know ain't shit little about it.” I grabbed my dick and held it, causing her to suck her teeth.
She knew better. She was just mad because I wouldn't return the favor, but that wasn't new. At this point, the only kitty I was kissing was Nonie’s, and only when I knew she wasn't fucking with Royce. That shit was a dead for me.
“What the fuck you do to Zena?” Jock walked in my office looking around like he was trying to play private investigator and figure out what had just gone down.
“Fuck that hoe. It's not important. What’s good, though? We got everything set up?”
“Yeah, we’re good on that, but we need to figure some shit out. We’re moving more product than our boys can handle in some of the smaller areas, and I’m concerned about it, bruh.”
“Concerned how?”
“Traffic is heavy as fuck. That creates problems. They can't handle that type of traffic. We need to move some shit around, or it’s going to be a problem.” Jock was now sitting in one for the leather chairs, rolling up a blunt as he spoke, so his eyes weren't on me.
I exhaled and looked around my office as I leaned back in my oversized chair. It was shit like this that had me stressed. Making money wasn't always the end to all problems. In fact, it more often than not created problems.
“Aight, well you make whatever moves you feel are necessary. Just keep me posted.”
This time, Jock made eye contact. He had blazed he blunt he was holding and had it between his fingers, peering at me. “You know I got you, Siah, but I’ll let you know before I do anything major. They swear I be doing shit just to be fucking with their simple asses. If they understood business and making money, then they would be running shit. Since they don't and they’re not, then they need to just fall in line and do what the fuck I say. I can't stand all that back and forth shit and niggas questioning me.”
My boy, Jock, was mad as hell just from talking about it, and he hadn't made a move yet, but he was right. We had good people working for us, but that didn't change the fact that they thought they knew some shit. Every time we made changes there was always resistance, which was why Jock handled things unless it was something major. He said I was too unstable and always busting fools for no reason. It made me laugh just thinking about it. Yeah, I was a little off in that department. Maybe a little crazy, but fuck, I couldn't stand disrespect, and questioning me was a sign of disrespect.
This was our empire, and if I made a got damn decision, then it was mine to make, good or bad. I didn't get this far by following another muthafucker’s lead. It was different with Jock, though. I trusted him and always would. He was my man, one hundred grand.
If he hit me with some guidance or advice, I took that shit to heart, like right now. It didn't mean that my word wasn't final, but Jock knew this business just as well as I did, and he knew me, how I liked our shit to run, and what my expectations were. So when he planned shit out, I usually had no issues rolling with it.
“So what went down with Nonie last night? She cuss your ass out for that shit you pulled with Royce?” Jock’s goofy ass leaned back and expelled a cloud of smoke.
I chuckled. “She didn't say shit. She knew better.”
“Nigga, please, she said something. Nonie don't have a problem speaking her mind, bruh. You might have shut it down, but I know she said something.”
“You right, but it wasn't anything. She knows I don't give a fuck.”
“So you just gon’ keep blocking her ass? You know that shit ain't right, Siah.”
“Me and Nonie are good. We got our own thing. You know how that goes.”
“No hell, Siah. You’re good. That damn girl loves your crazy ass, but you don't love nobody but your damn self. That shit ain't right, Siah. I keep telling you that.”
“She's good. I can't be something I'm not, and she knows that. But Nonie don’t want for nothing, and she gets a hell of a lot more of me than any of these other females out here. So we’re good.”
“Yo, you’re my peoples and you know I’ll roll with whatever decisions you make, but I’m telling you, bruh, Nonie—”
I burst out laughing. “The fuck, Jock? Why your ass all emotional this morning and shit? You giving relationship advice and worrying about my feelings. The fuck Kizzie do to you last night?”
Jock’s face got tight and he waved me off. “Man, fuck Kizze. She don't know what the fuck she wants. She still fucking with that lame ass muthafucker.”
“Oh, I see, this shit isn't about me. This is about the fact that Kizze won't let that nigga go to be on your team.”