city knew about Ray and his connection. He rolled the dice; it was up to Ray to determine what they landed on.
* * *
A man wearing Ralph Lauren cargo shorts and a blue Ralph Lauren Polo entered Amore. Although he wore sunglasses to shield his eyes, Ray recognized him as a man he had put in a lot of work with. JoJo glanced around the restaurant trying to spot his contact, and Ray quickly stood up as a tall waiter passed, walking at his pace to shield his body. Once he made it into the large kitchen, he walked quickly to the secret entrance of the club. He thought quickly. JoJo was there to conduct business, which meant Coopa clearly couldnât have known that Ray was the contact. Ray couldnât let JoJo see him; he had to find a new connect. Sadie and Mocha were automatically out of the equation. Everyone knew their connection with Ray. Plus, he had them handling a major deal at that time. D and Amann were out making a few drops, and Devynn just didnât fit the role. When Ray stepped foot in the dimmed lighting of the club, he walked the long hallway in search for Adrianna. He had to find her quickly, before JoJo thought it was a setup and left. Ray passed several rooms. Each had a valuable customer testing his product to ecstasy.
He found Adrianna in the Money Room counting and bagging. When she saw Ray, she smiled very sexily up at him. Her smile was flawless, and she wet her lips with her tongue. She wore her long silky brunette hair in a ponytail, and her attraction to him read easily on her face, but her actions spoke another story. She was a woman scorned, and she didnât want to get involved emotionally with another hustler. She knew it wasnât forever. After being the ride-or-die chick for two big-time hustlers and watching one get tortured and killed and the otherâs brains blown out, she decided that she would only be in the game to make her money, not for love. However, being in Rayâs presence proved to be difficult. He was different than any other man sheâd ever encountered.
The rising attraction Adrianna felt for Ray was definitely mutual. Ray was attracted to her ruthless swagger. She wasnât afraid to die, nor was she afraid to kill an enemy. She was the type of woman who rode shotgun, with a shotgun. Ray saw more than the image she tried to spit out for others to see; he saw way deeper than that. He read her pain easily only because she hid it so well. Adrianna was really just a soft bluff. The way Adrianna looked at him, Ray knew it was best not to get involved. It was clear that he already had one soft spot, Sadie, and mixing business with pleasure was never a good thing. He knew that if he allowed himself to get too close to Adrianna, he would get too attached, and love got you killed, and in Adriannaâs case, she knew that too well. For now, Ray knew that business was all that could be between them.
âI need you,â Ray started and instantly saw Adriannaâs face change. âChill, ma,â Ray said not wanting to give her the wrong idea. âBusiness as usual.â
Her face dropped, and she rolled her eyes. She wasnât going to lie; she was disappointed. It was random of Ray to just pop up on her and a little piece of her was hoping he wanted to lay her down on the counting table and have his way with her.
âWhatâs up, boss? â she asked, putting extra emphasis on her last word in sarcasm.
She didnât mind Ray keeping her at a respectable distance. It made her urges easier to keep under control. The old Adrianna would have gotten at Ray quickly and easily, but she had left the âwifeyâ life behind. Ray briefed her on the situation, and before he even finished telling her the plan, she was down to ride.
âAâight,â Adrianna nodded her head, her New York accent thick. She threw the remaining money stacks into a duffle bag and stood up. âDude is upstairs now?â
Ray nodded his head.
âYea,
* * *
A man wearing Ralph Lauren cargo shorts and a blue Ralph Lauren Polo entered Amore. Although he wore sunglasses to shield his eyes, Ray recognized him as a man he had put in a lot of work with. JoJo glanced around the restaurant trying to spot his contact, and Ray quickly stood up as a tall waiter passed, walking at his pace to shield his body. Once he made it into the large kitchen, he walked quickly to the secret entrance of the club. He thought quickly. JoJo was there to conduct business, which meant Coopa clearly couldnât have known that Ray was the contact. Ray couldnât let JoJo see him; he had to find a new connect. Sadie and Mocha were automatically out of the equation. Everyone knew their connection with Ray. Plus, he had them handling a major deal at that time. D and Amann were out making a few drops, and Devynn just didnât fit the role. When Ray stepped foot in the dimmed lighting of the club, he walked the long hallway in search for Adrianna. He had to find her quickly, before JoJo thought it was a setup and left. Ray passed several rooms. Each had a valuable customer testing his product to ecstasy.
He found Adrianna in the Money Room counting and bagging. When she saw Ray, she smiled very sexily up at him. Her smile was flawless, and she wet her lips with her tongue. She wore her long silky brunette hair in a ponytail, and her attraction to him read easily on her face, but her actions spoke another story. She was a woman scorned, and she didnât want to get involved emotionally with another hustler. She knew it wasnât forever. After being the ride-or-die chick for two big-time hustlers and watching one get tortured and killed and the otherâs brains blown out, she decided that she would only be in the game to make her money, not for love. However, being in Rayâs presence proved to be difficult. He was different than any other man sheâd ever encountered.
The rising attraction Adrianna felt for Ray was definitely mutual. Ray was attracted to her ruthless swagger. She wasnât afraid to die, nor was she afraid to kill an enemy. She was the type of woman who rode shotgun, with a shotgun. Ray saw more than the image she tried to spit out for others to see; he saw way deeper than that. He read her pain easily only because she hid it so well. Adrianna was really just a soft bluff. The way Adrianna looked at him, Ray knew it was best not to get involved. It was clear that he already had one soft spot, Sadie, and mixing business with pleasure was never a good thing. He knew that if he allowed himself to get too close to Adrianna, he would get too attached, and love got you killed, and in Adriannaâs case, she knew that too well. For now, Ray knew that business was all that could be between them.
âI need you,â Ray started and instantly saw Adriannaâs face change. âChill, ma,â Ray said not wanting to give her the wrong idea. âBusiness as usual.â
Her face dropped, and she rolled her eyes. She wasnât going to lie; she was disappointed. It was random of Ray to just pop up on her and a little piece of her was hoping he wanted to lay her down on the counting table and have his way with her.
âWhatâs up, boss? â she asked, putting extra emphasis on her last word in sarcasm.
She didnât mind Ray keeping her at a respectable distance. It made her urges easier to keep under control. The old Adrianna would have gotten at Ray quickly and easily, but she had left the âwifeyâ life behind. Ray briefed her on the situation, and before he even finished telling her the plan, she was down to ride.
âAâight,â Adrianna nodded her head, her New York accent thick. She threw the remaining money stacks into a duffle bag and stood up. âDude is upstairs now?â
Ray nodded his head.
âYea,
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