anything she didn’t have when she first moved in.”
“ What about mom?” I asked.
“ She knows, but she is spending time with her Aunt Trudy in Jersey City,” Foxx replied. “As long as Reggie is breathing, she is happy.”
I looked at Reggie and he was relaxed. His blood pressure had gone back down to a respectable 104 over 75. Inside I was elated. Reggie, Stone and Foxx had given me a lot to think about. I felt bad for Damian. He was more on the spot than me. He was the head of the business until Reggie got out of the hospital. My task was to keep my temper in check and don’t let petty bitches like those bitches I work with and Vanessa get under my skin.
I was a control freak . . . and one day it might get the best of me.
New York’s Finest Kiki Swinson
Chapter 13 – Dealing With Ultimatums
The tension was thick inside of Reggie’s hospital room. In a way, I was still processing everything. He had four visitors in his ICU room and not one member of the hospital staff had came by to complain or run us out of there. I knew it was because of Stone. The man carried a lot of clout, but I never knew how much until now. However, the tension was getting to me. I wanted to get out of there, but I knew there were some things that needed to be discussed concerning Marco and his son Miguel, so I endured the heat.
“ How long ago did you talk to Marco?” I asked Reggie.
“ A few minutes before the police got here. Why?” Reggie asked in return as he repositioned his body in the bed.
“ When you spoke with Marco, did he tell you about the ultimatum he gave me concerning our business venture with him?” I asked.
“Of course not. He wouldn’t tell me something like that over the telephone? You know that's not how we handle our business. But we have a code setup, and he passed me the code to let me know his son Miguel would pay me a visit. Out of curiosity, what did he say?”
“ He said he wanted to bring more of his supply here to the North, so Miguel can expand their operation. But they won't be able to do it unless our connections transport it through our channels.”
“ How much is he talking?”
“ He wouldn't give me numbers. All he said was that whenever the load came through he would give me a certain percentage of the street value.”
“ And what percentage was that?” Reggie asked as he looked like he was grimacing in pain.
“ Five percent.”
“ He’s bullshitting you,” Reggie said as a smile formed on his face. “Did you tell him we had people we had to pay to get the shit through Customs?” “Of course I did. He knows how our whole operation works. And if you want my opinion, he's not concerned about the people who make this shit happen for us. At the end of the day, all he wants is for me to call and tell him that I will make it happen for him. And if I don't, he threatens to stop your supply.”
Reggie smiled again and as I looked around the room, everyone else had a smile on their face as well . . . everyone except Damian.
“ What’s the fucking joke because I don’t get it,” I spoke up and let my opinion be heard.
“ He was fucking with you Naomi,” Foxx stated. “He wanted to see what you were made of.”
“ Yeah, Marco ain’t stupid, Naomi,” Reggie said. “He knows how much money we have made his ass. And he knows those motherfuckers in South America can’t make him the kind of money that we can. Needless to say, he needs us and we need him. But that shit he pulled with you was a test to see what you were made of, to check out your reaction.”
“ Why would he do some shit like that?” I asked. I was pissed off now and wanted to kick Marco’s ass if that was possible.
“ Because your brother is in the hospital,” Stone chimed in. “And Marco needed to know that if Reggie was to die, would you be able to take over the operation. It was just a simple test to see if you had the balls to step up and take over.”
It was something I had
“ What about mom?” I asked.
“ She knows, but she is spending time with her Aunt Trudy in Jersey City,” Foxx replied. “As long as Reggie is breathing, she is happy.”
I looked at Reggie and he was relaxed. His blood pressure had gone back down to a respectable 104 over 75. Inside I was elated. Reggie, Stone and Foxx had given me a lot to think about. I felt bad for Damian. He was more on the spot than me. He was the head of the business until Reggie got out of the hospital. My task was to keep my temper in check and don’t let petty bitches like those bitches I work with and Vanessa get under my skin.
I was a control freak . . . and one day it might get the best of me.
New York’s Finest Kiki Swinson
Chapter 13 – Dealing With Ultimatums
The tension was thick inside of Reggie’s hospital room. In a way, I was still processing everything. He had four visitors in his ICU room and not one member of the hospital staff had came by to complain or run us out of there. I knew it was because of Stone. The man carried a lot of clout, but I never knew how much until now. However, the tension was getting to me. I wanted to get out of there, but I knew there were some things that needed to be discussed concerning Marco and his son Miguel, so I endured the heat.
“ How long ago did you talk to Marco?” I asked Reggie.
“ A few minutes before the police got here. Why?” Reggie asked in return as he repositioned his body in the bed.
“ When you spoke with Marco, did he tell you about the ultimatum he gave me concerning our business venture with him?” I asked.
“Of course not. He wouldn’t tell me something like that over the telephone? You know that's not how we handle our business. But we have a code setup, and he passed me the code to let me know his son Miguel would pay me a visit. Out of curiosity, what did he say?”
“ He said he wanted to bring more of his supply here to the North, so Miguel can expand their operation. But they won't be able to do it unless our connections transport it through our channels.”
“ How much is he talking?”
“ He wouldn't give me numbers. All he said was that whenever the load came through he would give me a certain percentage of the street value.”
“ And what percentage was that?” Reggie asked as he looked like he was grimacing in pain.
“ Five percent.”
“ He’s bullshitting you,” Reggie said as a smile formed on his face. “Did you tell him we had people we had to pay to get the shit through Customs?” “Of course I did. He knows how our whole operation works. And if you want my opinion, he's not concerned about the people who make this shit happen for us. At the end of the day, all he wants is for me to call and tell him that I will make it happen for him. And if I don't, he threatens to stop your supply.”
Reggie smiled again and as I looked around the room, everyone else had a smile on their face as well . . . everyone except Damian.
“ What’s the fucking joke because I don’t get it,” I spoke up and let my opinion be heard.
“ He was fucking with you Naomi,” Foxx stated. “He wanted to see what you were made of.”
“ Yeah, Marco ain’t stupid, Naomi,” Reggie said. “He knows how much money we have made his ass. And he knows those motherfuckers in South America can’t make him the kind of money that we can. Needless to say, he needs us and we need him. But that shit he pulled with you was a test to see what you were made of, to check out your reaction.”
“ Why would he do some shit like that?” I asked. I was pissed off now and wanted to kick Marco’s ass if that was possible.
“ Because your brother is in the hospital,” Stone chimed in. “And Marco needed to know that if Reggie was to die, would you be able to take over the operation. It was just a simple test to see if you had the balls to step up and take over.”
It was something I had
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