said, “Well said! With this stack of money, I can set up a financial system.”
Isaiah said, “Good comeback! Each one teaches one!”
They lay on the beach looking up into the sky, talking, and laughing all night.
Ishmael
Only the Real Can Survive
Ishmael got robbed once, and after that, he only dealt with his brothers, cousins, and a few females.
His female friends cooked, cleaned, picked up clothes from the cleaners, shopped, and drove him around. All his lady friends knew from the beginning that no feelings were allowed, no pictures, no fighting, follow the house rules, everybody gets paid for their services, and threesomes are a must.
He’s bought hair, boobs, asses, cars, clothes, and paid for a few tummy tucks to keep his lady friends happy.
When he bought his first house, he had the downstairs refurbished into a man cave with crisp light gray walls, a few paintings, full-service bar, three hundred-inch flat TVs, soft dark gray leather furniture on every wall, and with matching lounge chairs.
He had two separate walk-in showers, three bathrooms, Jacuzzi inside and out, two pool tables, three stripper poles, and a stage with mirrors.
When you step down a few stairs to the lower level, it leads to the patio doors and the outdoor pool and Jacuzzi. The guys played basketball on his court a few times a week.
They reminisced about the come up, laughing and flaming.
Tee said, “Skunk crazy ass punching on everybody that looked at the family wrong. Glad my uncle got you into the books.”
Mac said, “Ishmael always was a smart-ass thug. Merch was quick to pull the trigger for no damn reason.”
Merch said, “After that shit happened to bro, I didn’t trust nobody, fam. I’m not getting caught up for nobody.”
Ishmael said, “I know Mac ain’t talking. You act like all of us, put in one.”
Mac said, “You don’t even like strippers, but you have a pole?”
Ishmael said, “For my family! It’s funny watching my females play on it, knowing damn well they can’t dance.”
“That shit ain’t funny! Why is y’all laughing? Y’all pops raised me too,” Mac said in a soft manner of respect.
Tee said, “Isaiah has always been the quiet, observant one.”
Isaiah said, “Observing is the key to everything.”
Ishmael said, “Did you count it? Here’s your check from that find.”
Tee said, “It’s all here. I’m going straight to the bank. That find makes me want to start buying properties.”
Mac said, “Smart-ass. I’d probably have thrown that shit out.”
Ishmael said, “We need to have a family meeting about that. We were thinking about letting the family run the business when we start playing.”
Mac said, “My family about to be mad…rich. Damn!”
Isaiah said, “I need my family to be on some positive movement now. All that running the street shit dead. You hear me, Mac?”
Mac said, “What should I do with what I have? I’m not trying to lose money.”
Isaiah said, “I’ll holla at you when these females leave.”
Ishmael, Merch, Skunk, Isaiah, Tee, and Mac were flaming back-to-back when they noticed the females taking pictures of each other. They all looked at Ishmael because they already knew the drill, and he took shit way too serious.
Ishmael said, “Slow up with that! Erase the pictures.”
One of the ladies said, “You’re not in the photos. Here, take a look!”
Ishmael erased all the pictures she took in his house. He let her grab her items then escorted her to the door. They went on talking as if nothing happened because she wasn’t the first to be put out.
Mac said, “It was some dimes in the club the other night.”
Skunk said, “When I came to the spot, they were pulling all on my clothes doing any and everything for attention.”
Mac said, “Cousin, hit this shit! This flame is the new shit I was telling you about.”
Merch said, “This shit fire, I see. Got you coughing!”
Mac said, “When I saw Queen’s crazy-ass friend trying to pull that thang out, I wanted to give that bitch my number.”
Skunk said, “Yeah, we need to get them out of the club before our value goes down.”
Merch said, “Fam, that’s her aunt. Remember that beautician tried to cut her client when she didn’t want to pay? That’s her!”
Tee said, “That shit was on the hood news. You know he likes older women.”
Ishmael said, “Fam…what the fuck is the hood news?”
Merch said, “He making up shit again.”
Mac said, “Auntie got a fat ass, trigger finger, and a pretty face.”
Tee said, “Come on, bro. I’m not about to go to jail over this woman, trying my little brother.”
Mac said, “Man! She pulled that thang faster than some of my boys.”
Merch said, “She retired the knife! Be careful with that one.”
Mac said, “She told my ass my pockets have to be deep, the tongue has to be strong, and feelings in check. Then walked off on my ass.”
Isaiah said, “Don’t hand that shit to Skunk. He’s flamed enough, talking about they’re gonna make our property value go down.”
Skunk said, “I’m good! But they are…”
They all laughed so hard, they started choking off the flame. “I like women bold, but not crazy,” Isaiah said.
“You’re messing with the wrong family, bro. You know that’s Samaya’s aunt also?” Merch said, laughing.
Tee said, “I’m scared of bitches like that. I’d be in jail for body-slamming a bitch. Fuck some property value.”
Ishmael said, “Damn! She’s beyond feisty. ‘She is digging in your pocket while you fuck’ type shit. Gangsta shit!”
Mac said, “I’d have to choke the bitch den! Fuck that!”
Tee said, “Ole girl that had that yellow bodysuit on was fine as hell. I got a few lap dances in VIP.”
Ishmael said, “I saw her too! Looking like a ripe banana. Hell, I got a few lap dances too.”
Merch said, “How much she bank from you, fam? I spent a few hundred.”
Skunk said, “I paid her too! Anyways, let my auntie know we’re walking across that stage next week. Moms should have sent an invitation.”
Mac said, “Skunk, you drunk as fuck! Take that cup from him.”
Skunk said, “I’m good! I’m…good! I called Tara to pick me up.”
Tee said, “We already got the invitation. Congratulations, too, two of my favorite cousins.”
Ishmael said, “Thanks, fam! I need a break from all that studying. Now, I can focus on my game.”
Mac said, “What about the bitches?”
Merch said, “Whoa…They’re not bitches…They’re women, son! What’s so funny?”
Mac said, “My fault, Isaiah! When you start dunking, they’re going to come from everywhere. Watch!”
Isaiah