Loving Angel (19 page)

“
His money isn’t my money dad,” I informed him.

He nodded and smiled.
“You’re smart for seventeen.” I smiled back. “I’m looking forward to meeting your boyfriend. Are you coming over for Christmas eve also?” When pigs fly; I wasn’t going to spend both Christmas Eve and Christmas being belittled by the demon named Rosario.

“
Just for Christmas dinner dad.”

We finished our meal making small talk. I knew my dad was trying
to connect with me, but I always felt we just didn’t click. We spoke on the phone for like ten to fifteen minutes every two to three months and spent a week together every year. How could we build a father daughter relationship on such small amounts of time? A friendship maybe, an acquaintance definitely, but an everlasting bond, definitely not and the problem was that my father wanted to forge that type of connection without putting in any true work.

Later that evening Tyga
and I went Christmas shopping. We were getting joint gifts for my father’s family. I already bought my bay’s gift before I left New York; a black and gold Breitling watch. That shit cost me a pretty penny. We found a nice little antique shop and got my dad a silver antique cigar holder; he is always smoking those horrible smelling things and loved Cubans. When we were about to leave I spotted a beautifully carved mahogany jewelry box and got that for my Step-mother. We stopped by a jewelry store and got my sister a pair of white gold and diamond teardrop earrings.

We were still in the jewelry store and
my bay was looking at cuff links to choose one for my brother’s Christmas gift. I was secretly checking out the engagement rings or so I thought.

“
You want one of those?” Tyga came up behind me causing me to jump out of my skin.

“
I was just looking,” I replied dryly, moving down the display case to group of pinky rings. “Did you get my brother’s gift?”

“
Yeah.” He held up the small shopping bag. “So which one of those engagement rings do you like?” He tugged on my arm until we were standing before the display of engagement rings again.

“
I like the princess cut diamonds and platinum bands,” I responded blandly. I didn’t want to sound eager, although inside there were a thousand damn butterflies fluttering around.

“
You do know your ass isn’t legally able to marry don’t you?” he teased with a smirk, slapping me on the behind.

I glared at him.
“Thank you sir genius, I forgot my age and in your infinite wisdom you reminded me.” My voice dripped sarcasm.

“
Don’t be mad Sexy,” he chuckled, playfully chucking me under the chin. “I’m going to get you one of them someday. Or you could get me one; I once saw that shit on Love and Hip Hop. Home girl proposed to her man.”

I rolled my eyes and bit my lip to hide my smile because I knew he must be fucking with me.
“Why would I want to marry you again?”

“
Cause your man is so fly and he knows how to lay the pipe.” He was correct on both counts. We left the jewelry store and were walking down the street, holding hands, looking through the store windows. I saw a beautiful, long, flowing patterned dress displayed on a mannequin in a boutique window and dragged my bay in the store to look at it.

“
Can I see that dress in a size six please?” I requested the red headed customer assistant, pointing to the display.

“
Sure, I’ll be right back.” She left with a smile and minutes later returned with the dress. I went to a dressing room to try it on.

“
You didn’t tell me how your meeting went today,” I inquired of Tyga. He was standing outside my dressing room door. Lately, he was starting to open up to me more about his business.

“
It went great. They’re giving me the product for two grand less than I’m currently paying. I’m meeting them to look at the quality tomorrow, but my nigga Tyrone who got me the link said that shit is on point so I’m not worried.”

The dress was a Chanel design. I finished changing into it and looked at myself in the mirror. I loved
it; it was fitted in the bust, displayed my girls perfectly and then flowed in the waist and hips. “What do you think?” I opened the door and did a slow twirl.

“
Looks good Sexy,” he complimented with a smile. “Let’s go pay for it; I’m starting to get hungry.”

We paid for the dress and a pair of Chanel wedges I thought would look damn fabulous with it.

“Let’s go get me some grub now that we’ve taken care of the gifts for your family and soothed your shopping addiction.” We left the store and started searching for a place to eat.

“
I finalized Christmas with my dad today and we’re supposed to be at their house by twelve.”

“
A nigga feels special getting to meet the family and all,” he teased. I punched him in the arm playfully.

He wouldn
’t be feeling so fucking special once he met that bitch of a step mother of mine, but I was gonna let him find out that one for himself.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

TYGA

My homeboy
Tyrone came to pick me up at my hotel in the afternoon on Christmas Eve. I left my girl lounging by the pool and promised to be back in a couple of hours. Tyrone was a half black/ half Columbian dude I’d been friends with since I was about sixteen and started hanging in Harlem. He moved to Boston a couple years ago and took over the game there and was making mad paper. He started doing business with Ardo, the Columbian I was trying to cop some product from, about a year ago and tried bringing me in on the link but then I went to jail. Buying from Ardo was gonna cost me two grand less per brick and Tyrone said it was some pure shit.

We pulled up at the gate of a
mansion by the beach.

“
Who is it,” someone asked after we buzzed the intercom.

“
Tyrone and Tyga to see Ardo, he knows we’re coming,” Tyrone responded looking into the camera. After about thirty seconds the gates opened and he drove up the short driveway and parked beside a burgundy Lamborghini.

A tall, ugly Spanish guy met us at the door. I thought
his name was Carlos; he was one of Ardo’s personal guards. “Let me search you and then I’ll take you to see Ardo.” He was a real serious dude until you got him talking about his guns. Yesterday we spent an hour rapping about different types and their uses; the guy was like a walking gun encyclopedia.

After the
searches came up clean for weapons or wires, he led us through a foyer, down a hall and to an office with Ardo sitting behind a huge expensive desk with a bunch of paper strewn all over it. Another guy was sitting in a chair by the window. Ardo is approximately twenty years old, medium height, black curly hair and hazel green eyes. The guy sitting by the desk looked a lot like him so I could tell they were family. Ardo had inherited his father’s business three years ago after a competitor assassinated him.

“
Take a seat.” He waved us to the chairs before his desk and we sat. He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a small Ziploc bag with some white substance in it. He passed it to me for inspection.

I took it and opened the bag. The quality looked amazing and pure. I took a small amount on my fingertip and placed it on my tongue. It went numb instantly and felt heavy as fuck.
“Damn, this shit is good.”

Ardo smiled.
“Only the best,” he boasted. “We’re good to do business?”

“
Definitely.” That was some good shit, a lot better than what I was currently selling and at the price he was selling me, it was a definite steal.

“
Great.” He pointed to the dude sitting silently by his desk. “This is my Uncle Angel; he’s my contact here in Miami. We’ll do business through him.”

We discussed the specifics such as
date, time, location and transportation and then Tyrone and I bounced. I was going to have Dwayne and Lux drive down with the money when Angel informed me the product was ready. They were going to make the exchanged because I knew I could trust them.

“
Told you it was a good link,” my boy expressed. He was driving me back to the hotel.

“
I never doubted the link; you know I didn’t jump on it because I went away.”

“
Tried getting your brother to come down and meet Ardo, but he wasn’t interested.” My brother didn’t have a lot of business smarts, but you couldn’t tell him that. “How’s he doing anyway?”

“
He’s been chilling lately. Not giving me too many problems. He’s not happy he’s not the boss, but he’s fallen in line and that’s all that matters.”

Tyrone chuckled.
“You remember he started calling himself Boss because he said he was going to take over from your father?”

“
That fool always gets ahead of himself.” I shook my head sadly. It was sad my own brother hated me because he wanted to be me, but what could I do about it? Tyrone pulled up in front my hotel. “Thanks for coming down with me to get this shit done, I know you probably had places to be.”

“
You know you and me on another level; Nothing more important than looking out. I know you’d do the same for me.” He was right on that one.

“
You’re flying back today right?” he nodded. “I’ll call you when I get back to NY.” I fist bumped him and got out of the car.

When I got to the room my wifey was taking a nap.
I kissed her on the forehead. She always looked so beautiful when she slept. I ordered myself a burger with some fries and a coke from room service and called Delco to check in while I waited on my food.

“
Did things go good today?” he asked.

“
That shit was real good. How’re things on your end?”

“
Everything is on point, except your brother is tripping as usual.” He sounded irritated.

“
What did that nigga do now?” I was also past annoyed with my brother.

“
He’s mad because you didn’t leave him in charge, so he took Chance on that move EJ made on those stick-up boys.”

I could feel
my temperature raising and if Boss was standing before me I would have definitely punched his lights out. “Is that nigga out of his fucking mind? Is my baby bro good?”

“
Yeah he’s good,” Delco confirmed. “I heard he puke his guts out and was a bit shaky but he’s fine.” I knew Chance wasn’t anywhere near ready to make his first kill and Boss should have known that also, but as usual he didn’t think before he acted. He knew I didn’t want our baby brother too involved in the business at such a young age and that’s why I placed him on counting duty, but leave it to Boss to fuck around where he had no authority.

“
I’ll have to have a long talk with my twin.”

“
Oh, I almost forgot, that chick Cindy from Excellence was asking for you.”

“
Why’s that bitch asking for me? I only fucked her about three times so it’s not like we cool like that.”

“
Maybe she wants you to recheck her pipes,” Delco chuckled.

I laughed too.
“She better get someone else for that shit; those bitches know I don’t play like that. The pussy was a’ight, but I’m not into fucking no side bitches on the reg.” I had fucked her right before I came to Miami. Usually for a couple days after sex she would blow up my phone with texts trying to get some more dick, until she realized I wouldn’t be interested in another round for a minute. There was a knock at the door. I went and signed for the food, and tipped the guy a twenty. “Let me holler at you later, I’m about to eat.”

“
Later nigga.” he hung up.

I sat on the cou
ch and dug in my food. I was almost done eating when my girl walked out the bedroom.

“
You didn’t order anything for me?” she sat beside me and swiped a fry from my plate and ate it.

“
You know damn well your ass was sleeping. Go order yourself something now.” I slapped her on the ass when she got up to make the call.

After
she placed an order for a chicken wrap, she relaxed on the couch with her feet in my lap checking the messages on her phone.

“
Daisy said Mina was in the club fighting with your brother’s baby mama.” She was tapping like crazy on her touch screen, I guess texting her cousin.

I sighed because I knew what was coming. I would have to listen to her vent about her mother. Mina and my brother were nothing but two irritations in my life I couldn
’t get rid of. “Why was your mother fighting Trina?”

“
Why do you think?” she sounded exasperated. “Maybe it’s because she has a baby with your brother, while my sister died or maybe it’s because your brother is still sleeping with her behind Mina’s back or maybe it’s both.”

“
What your mother should do is stop messing with my brother since she knows she’s not the only one he’s messing with instead of going around fighting in clubs,” I suggested. If my brother wasn’t smart enough to know how to hide his dirt he deserved to lose his bitch. “I hope it wasn’t one of my clubs.”