DAMAGE CONTROL

Len's POV:

I ain't even gonna lie. I do like ol' girl, unfortunately there's no way around having not her involved in all this shit. I'm here in town for a couple of more days so I might as well enjoy it. Business for the most part has already been handled.

My boy Jeremiah hit me up telling me about some party going on tonight. I might as well stop by later and see what's up. Until then I'm taking my ass back to my condo and taking a nap.

6 hours later:

I woke up to the sound of my phone going off. I checked the caller ID and seen that it was Ashtyn. Ashtyn was one of multiple chicks who I've fucked. That bitch was a stacked. Lil mama got a nice fat ass, her breast were 38DDD. Her head game was aight but that sex was fire. Not to mention did she had a nice personality. If she wasn't out there like that, I probably would've been taken her ass on a date.

Instead of answering, I let that shit go straight to voicemail. If she wanted to fuck all she gotta do was text that. But I've been also noticing that she's clingy. I personally feel like if y'all just fuck buddies; there's no need to call each other, because these hoes might start feeling entitled.

Pulling back the sheets, I got out the bed and headed to the kitchen. I grabbed me some Gatorade and sat on the couch. The party didn't start until nine anyways so I had two hours to kill. I turned on the TV and played a couple rounds of Call of Duty.

I was racking up the kill shots until my phone started ringing.

I answered, "What up bruh."

It was Jeremiah, "nothing much man. Finished getting some swishers so we could roll up and smoke before we head out later."

"That's what's up. Whose party is this anyway?"

"Terrell's birthday party apparently. He invited me and you."

"Sounds good. By the time you'll get here I'll probably still be in the shower. Just let yourself in with the key under the rock."

"Bet, I'll see you when I get there."

We both hung up the phone. I might as well jump in the shower. It only took me 20 minutes to get ready.

We chilled and smoked for a little bit before we headed out to this party.

By the time we got there, the place was packed. Half naked women twerking everywhere. The loud smell of weed, alcohol, and sweat filled the air. I went into the kitchen a grabbed a beer and figured to go look around to find Terrell.

Terrell and I came from the same streets. Back then we were both thick as thieves. We conned so many people beyond belief, it was fun and easy money.

But unlike me; he didn't have to be in foster homes. He still had his parents who didn't like me. They blamed me for involving him in my "criminal activities." So they did what any other reasonable parent did; they made him move across the state to go live with his Aunt. I ain't seen him until we were both in college together and went off into the military.

We immediately went inside of his home office. Of course it was a party but we also had to talk business. He sat behind his desk while I sat down but Jeremiah automatically went to the mini cooler.

"Damn man. Yo ass ain't got shit in here. I don't know whose worse; you or Lenny?" He complained.

"Cause, this ain't yo house. I ain't about to feed you." Terrell countered

"Y'all need to find a damn woman. So she can at least keep yo shit stalked for when you have guest. Cause this shit right here is pitiful."

Terrell and I exchanged confused looks or a split second before I clowned Jeremiah, "your ass can't be talking about nobody finding a women. The only pussy that hasn't left yo stupid ass is the one you came out of."

Terrell chimed in, "Fat ass is always tryna eat something. Why didn't your remedial self-get you some food on the way here?"

Jeremiah scoffed, "Man whatever. Y'all just don't know how to treat a guest."

"Cause you ain't a guest my nigga. The fuck? Anyways back to business. How's everything on yo end T?" I inquired.

"As far as I know, everything's fine except I gotta feeling some shit is gonna pop off," I waited for him to continue, "They cocaine that Tommy sold that was laced with fentanyl: several people have died. And of course, it's starting to pop up on radar."

"Soooo what does that have to do with us? Now that Tommy is gone, they can't trace it back to us, and the cops are on the payroll." Jeremiah questioned.

I sighed, "That doesn't matter. It's the simple fact that it's on radar. Now we have to do damage control, as in pay more people off. We're also gonna have to switch things up a bit. We gotta have a meeting. I want everyone in attendance. Get on the phone and start calling people."

We talked for another hour before we decided to call it a night. I wasn't worried or concerned. I'm just more so annoyed.

I know that the longer I stay in the business it becomes even more of a risk. I ain't afraid to go to jail, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was, that because of dude's dumb ass, it brought even more attention.

I wasn't worried about the cops, or judges that were on my payroll. I knew that for sure they would cover my tracks, my issue is how these Martinez brothers are becoming even more of a thorn in my side. The shit that they've already done was juvenile tactics, so I wasn't scared in the least.

I'm not going to do anything them to yet. What I'm going to do is just wait and see how they respond to my little gift that I plan to wrap up for them. But first I need them to make themselves comfortable. I want them to think they have the upper hand, and I would love to see how far they go. The more they begin to feel themselves, the easier it is for them to slip and go face first.