There's Levels To My Thug (11 page)

“Babe I’m blown away. When did you and the Contractor put this together?  As many times, I’ve been up here I never thought to sneak a peek in the rooms.”
I said to Dragon.

“Savannah if we’re going to do this. I think we need to do this right. I know you haven’t received a call back from Domus yet so I figured if you didn’t we could get started on your Agency. Not saying you're not going to get the call or anything. But it’s time you do your thing and bust a move. Savannah, I’m riding with you like you ride with me.”
Dragon said to me with much confidence.

    This room had to be at least 20x20. This room was setup with my very own Pedicure vibrating chair, a Mani station in one corner while in the next corner there was a salon chair setup and right next to that a shampoo chair, etc. On the wall, there was a Portrait of me hung up on the opposite wall there was a Plasma TV on the wall. He had a workstation on the other side of the room equipped with an L-desk fixed with a computer and a fax/scanner/copier machine. He said for the days I choose to stay and work from home, there would be no need to leave since I had my own Manicurist and Hair Stylist. Dragon and I spoke many of times about me starting my own Marketing agency. I had enough clients who loved my work so I would be able to do so. Truthfully I was more so afraid of failing on my own as a first time business owner in the Marketing field.

    We headed over to the girls room, he had bunk beds with guardrails built into the walls in both rooms. The adjoining bathroom walls were taken down and replaced with glass walls, there were Princess Tiana Murals painted on their walls. Sonya said if her and Future ever had a little girl and blessed with their own home she’d do something to this effect. We made our way to the other room’s one topping the next every time he opened a door. Desiree had the guest house which was equipped with a full bath, Kitchen and a beautiful bedroom decorated to her liking. 

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    We’d only been in our home for three days now, enjoying the city life here in Philly. We we’re finally settled in, Dragon store was up in running, and we even had two occupants in the apartments above the store. Future and Dragon finally came to an agreement about them doing some business together. Sonya and Future went back home and made the decision of moving up to Philly instead of commuting back in forth to both stores. At first, they were going to rent a home down North Philly but Dragon wouldn’t hear of it, he told them they could rent the loaded loft that we hadn’t rented out yet.

    Sonya, Desiree, and I relationship grew a lot closer so it was kind a cool she was moving to the city. They were due to move in the day of Dragons party. I was trying to figure out how I could keep him away from the house as people were calling for directions to the club and others asking information about the dress code as if the invitations weren’t explanation enough. I told Dragon that we had dinner reservations at some expensive restaurant downtown, him not knowing.

    I was reluctant when he said he’d be helping Future move, knowing damn well he don’t like to do manual labor like lifting heavy shit. But it gave me time to prep for this evening while getting pampered at the same time.

*Chapter Thirteen*

Dragon (Surprise Party)

    I was hype for my day one Nigga, to be moving down to Philadelphia, surrounding himself around good folks. Taking the next step towards owning his business becoming a family man and putting his work in on his designs. He had a Nigga even hungrier to be doing business with him. I had been in New York all day helping his ass move. Sonya headed up to Philly to meet up with Savannah and Desiree for a girl’s day before she stepped off she yelled back at us.

“A Yo don’t be all day. Savannah said we still have dinner reservations for tonight at 10 pm sharp. Future baby, I’ll see you when you get to Savannah’s tonight. Oh and baby, don’t worry about your clothes for tonight. I’ll take them down with me since everyone is getting dressed over there before dinner.”
Sonya said to Future.

Future and I made it back to Philly in good timing. After unloading the truck and situating their things in with some of the furniture, Savannah purchased for the loft. You know a Nigga stay with a fresh set of clothes in the trunk, so we freshened up before stopping pass the Marquee Night Club to show some love to one of our homies throwing an event there. We chilled there for a cool half hour taking some shots and shit with the lil homie. We reached my crib around 9 o’clock knowing it was close to crunch time I never told Savannah about the event at the Marquee. Future and I walked in the crib smiling thinking Savannah would be pissed because of the time. To my surprise Savannah and the girls were drinking wine and giggling out on the deck. We went out on to the deck and joined the ladies. I made my way over and greeted my Queen as usual with a hug and a kiss while squeezing on her fat ass. Savannah whispered in my ear inviting me to join her upstairs for some surprises. She took me by the hand and led the way. I started to ask questions as we headed up the back steps from the kitchen upstairs to our Master Suite.

    When we reached the room, Savannah walked over to her dresser grabbing the remote to the surround system in our bedroom pressing play. She cut it up playing “VSOP” by K. Michelle dancing over and singing to me as she undressed. By the time she was down to her lingerie my dick was instantly entertained. She grabbed a hold of my Johnson massaging him as she stuck her tongue in my mouth. She turned around grabbing me by the hand leading me into our master bathroom she had set it up with candles and all. We stepped into the shower making love under the shower heads while the water ran down our bodies. I fucked the shit out of her in that shower ways that I never hit that ass before. I bust a couple of nuts all up in her I was getting ready to bust again when we were disturbed by a knock on the door. Desiree busted up in the bedroom yelling.

“Will you two horny cats get dressed we’re going to miss our reservations!”
She yelled at us.

    Savannah and I started cracking the fuck up, rushing out the bathroom with our robes on.

“My bad little big sister, I told you what type of mood that wine gets me in ya’ll don’t hear me, though,”
Savannah said laughing.

“Alright big sis, we’re about to get dressed now. We’ll meet you downstairs in fifteen minutes or so.” 
I said to Desiree, as she stood there with her arms folded and patting her 6” heels at us.

I could tell by the look on Desiree face she wasn’t in a playing mood. I turned her towards the door reassuring her we’d be down in a minute. Shutting the door behind her, Savannah and I began laughing at her. Savannah handed me a garment bag telling me to put it on, that was my attire for the evening. I just guessed she wanted us to color coordinate or some shit. I knew she said we were just going out to eat. But with us not knowing much about Philly life especially after the incident with Savannah and the matte black Durango. After having Rico check the plate out he’s had me walk around with a bullet proof vest on. I walked over, grabbed my vest, and threw it on over top of my beater. I know he has people out here watching my back but a Nigga has to be protected at all times.  

Savannah didn’t ask questions on why I had it on it had become an everyday wear. She just walked over to her walk in closet over to her dressing area. Watching her get dressed made me want to undress that ass in get right back inside her. I unzipped my bag and there was a black Brioni Colleseo Suit. I knew this cost a grip, so this dinner must be something special. I was thinking of all sorts of things this dinner could be about. At first, I was thinking she was pregnant with baby #3 but that couldn’t be it because she wouldn’t be drinking. She couldn’t be proposing because I did that already and she’s not that type of female to be stepping all out asking a Nigga to marry her.

    As I sat on the ottoman at the foot of our bed slipping on my shoes, Savannah stepped out of her wardrobe dressed to fucking kill. My babe had on a black long sleeve lace mini dress with a high collar. The sleeve hung in point with a jewel sitting in her middle finger. No need for a bra she said while in the same breath saying
“Daddy do you approve?”
I looked over licking my lips and nodding at the same time. Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun with her blunt bang. As always my lady make-up was on point. She wore the 5 carat diamond hearts I bought her after having Faith & Hope. I love each breath she took and every beat of her heart, there was nothing she could ask of me that I wouldn’t do for her. Savannah is one of a kind, I had my share of Bitches but that wasn’t what she was about. She’s a rider for sure if I ever needed her to bust her gun, she would, I know that for a fact. We walked down the spiral staircase hand and hand, you would’ve thought we were getting married how everyone was standing at the bottom of the staircase waiting.

    Desiree looked at us smiling.
“Ok, Mr. President and First Lady Ma’am can we go. With ya’ll grand entrance and shit. Ya’ll kill me sometimes.”
She said as she turned walking towards the door. Everyone was dressed up so this had to be some expensive ass restaurant with some sort of black tie dress code only.  The way everyone had their threads set up. Desiree looked back letting us know the cars were pulling up. Assuming everyone was going to be doing a lot of drinking my babe ordered us a car. When I stepped outside, she didn’t just order any type of car. My babe stepped her game up, there were 2 all black Maybach’s in the driveway.

    Savannah looked back at us and said:
“Let’s ride people!”

We pulled up down Delaware Ave. to a place called Onyx I looked over at Savannah with a puzzled look on my face. Not knowing what was going on, she took me by the hand while saying.

“Tonight is all about you Babe!”

Walking into the club, I started to see faces I haven’t seen in a long time. There were half naked bad ass bitches behind the bar. The club was dim and there were two strippers on the stage by the name of
“Duchess and Diamonds”
getting ready to do their thing. Savannah took me over to the VIP section. It was roped off with a thick ass gold rope with black and gold balloons. There were two big ass security guards standing on opposites sides of the rope. Behind the ropes was were my favorite Cirque du Soleil dancer was dressed in a money green leotard on, damn near glued to her body. I don’t know what turned me on about her but Savannah understood. Chaotically I looked there was somebody coming up shaking my hand congratulating me on a job well done and much success. Savannah and the girls ordered another round of bottles while these hoes were entertaining me.

    Three hours in to my Birthday bash it was time I paid the urinal a visit. As I was exiting, pass the ropes in VIP, my main man, Rico was coming thru with four Bitches on his arms. We shook hands and embraced for a second, Rico told me he was proud of me either way and he had my back no matter what. I told him I’d be right back and we’d chop it up then. I was heading over to hit up the john real quick. As I was making my way through the crowd, I saw this Nigga eyeing me on my way over to the john, not paying any attention to this lil Nigga it wasn’t much he could do to me. I kept it moving, even after his skinny ass bumped the shit out of me. After washing my hands and shit I checked myself out in the mirror and walked back out the bathroom, there was a bunch of Nigga’s hanging outside the bathroom smoking, creating a fog of smoke. I started making my way back over to VIP. Just as I was walking over a fight broke as I made my way through the crowd the same lil Nigga that bumped me looked up at me and smiled. Not paying that Nigga any attention I walked back over to VIP. Rico met me at the rope with a shot glass handing it over to me.

“Cheers to success and family,”
Rico said as we took the shot back.

“No doubt family over everything is the key for real Bro. A Yo I think I just saw that little Nigga Smoke over there called his self-bumping me and shit. We both know that little Nigga don’t want no work. I know his ass is up to something. Especially after he’d been tailings us out N.Y. I’m glad you put that call in for me Bro.”
I said to Rico.

“Naw he really don’t want no business. But don’t worry about that Nigga he’s just trying to make himself known. Since you took his brother Darrin out his pockets been hurting, he’s been trying to take over for Darrin but shit ain’t working out for him. He ain’t having no luck with connects out there or here. He came at me a couple times but that lil Nigga don’t know how to appreciate shit.  That Nigga need some help with work for real. Word on the streets he’s running low on cash and he’s out looking for a fix.”
Rico said while taking another shot.

Savannah had all types of surprises for me that night. Shit, my lady, had me feeling like a King gifts upon gifts. Every time I looked up this Nigga was in some corner eye balling me. I started to go over and take his ass outside, but I didn’t want to spoil the night. Savannah really out did herself.

I walked Rico out to the front of the club while he waited for Valet to bring his car around. Rico pulled out two stogies while we waited, just as we were lighting them up, Valet was pulling up with his truck.  The chicks that were with him quickly jumped in as soon as Valet got out. I shook Rico hand and watched him pull off. I stayed out front and sent Savannah a text telling her to come straight out after she finished in the restroom. I had to take another leak and damn sure wasn’t walking back into the club, so I walked over to the alley before the ladies came out to relieve myself.  Just as I was shaking my Johnson and zipping up my pants, I heard voice say
“Nigga remember me?”