Jaron

I was headed to Jamaica for a re-up since I had pretty much loss all of my product. Lately, I've been spending time moving around and rebuilding traps to secure my money.

I only had a handful of guys, which initially meant I only had a handful of traps. This meant I wasn't bringing in as much money as I use to. Although I had money to fall back on I still wasn't satisfied.

I use to pride myself in running a tight shift and now these niggas sweep in and try to dismantle me. So now Myles and I were trying to rebuild this shit.

Boarding my private jet I dapped Myles up and took my seat. I said a silent prayer as we prepared to take off.

"Why you so quiet over there young bull?" I heard Myles ask.

"I'm just trying to clear my head so that I can plan accordingly. I'm hoping Jason ass didn't fuck up my rep with the connect."

"What you mean? How he even know who your connect is?"

"Because the nigga partners with him" I shook my head.

"So you mean to tell me you basically going to war with ya boss. I swear this shit getting stupider and stupider as time goes on"

"And your reasoning for this shit not stupid?" I mugged him. He didn't reply, just stared at me blankly.

Exactly.

We sat in silence the for the rest of the flight. Once we landed we entered the awaiting car and headed to the mansion. We pulled up and it was the same as last time, minus the party; guards were every where.

As we approached the gate I rolled my window down and gave my name to the guy at the booth. Myles stayed quiet the entire time taking in his surroundings. A moment of sadness washed over me because the last time I was here Titus was with me. That man was literally my best friend, my brother, and now he's gone.

The car made a stop in the driveway and I exited the car. "Stay here" I told Myles. He nodded in confirmation.

I rung the door bell and as usually two beautiful women came to the door.

They patted me down and proceeded to walk me to the basement to start the meeting.

One woman knocked twice; "Come in" Lloyd replied with his thick Jamaican accent.

As we entered the room he looked up from his papers. "Ron my man, have a seat" he said with a straight face.

I took a seat in one of the chairs across from his desk and placed my duffel bag in the chair next to me. I placed my hands on the desk and folded them in front me, waiting for him to start.

"So you know I have ears everywhere right?" He said as he scratched his chin.

I nodded, signaling him to continue.

"Imagine my surprise when I heard that you and Jason are at war right now. This is bad for my business, drawing unwanted attention is a liability. You know what happens to liabilities in my organization"

I didn't know how to respond so I took a minute to really think out my next words; "Lloyd you know I would never disrespect you" I cleared my throat.

"But at the end of the day I am a man. You're right I do know how liabilities go. You also know that I'm one hunnid bout my shit. This war is about my sister being missing and possibly dead"

He nodded.

"Can't even say possibly, I'm almost 100% sure that she's dead. The only people that had beef with her at the time was his crew." I continued.

"I understand your train of thought. All I'm saying is don't bring unwanted attention to my business or you will be handled accordingly" he shrugged.

I nodded; "let me get the regular" I said as I placed the duffel bag on the table hoping to change the subject.

He looked inside and called the guy in to count it. Once the count was confirmed a different guy brought in my product.

"Preciate it"

"Remember what I said"

I nodded, exited the house and walked to the car.

"So what up?" Myles asked.

"Nigga heard about the war gonna start talking about bringing unwanted attention and how I'm a liability. Then start talking about I know what happens to liabilities in his organization"

I wasn't trying to hear none of that. I kept quiet trying not to say the wrong thing. Going to war with Jason was one thing but going to war with the Jamaican mob was something I wasn't going for.

"And what you say?" Myles asked

"I just told him that this was about my sister, nothing more, nothing less"

He nodded; "so what you plan on doing?"

"Right now ion even know what moves I wanna make. I'm just so mad about my sister that I'm going off impulse" I shrugged

"You backing down like a lil bitch?" He asked furrowing his eyebrow.

"Not backing down just putting this shit on hold until I figure some shit out"

"Sounds like backing out to me." He shrugged

"Call it what the fuck you want to nigga damn" I said in irritation. At this point I was over his smart ass mouth!

His mama should've swallowed his dumb ass.

We arrived back at the jet and boarded. Once I got home I was gonna probably look into setting up a meeting or some.

Yeah I'm pissed about my sister but this shit is bad for business. Although business and personal are to separate things, in this situation the line is rreeaall fine in between.

As bad as I wanted to kill this man the reality was my team wasn't strong enough to beat him. I was angry not stupid. At the end of the day I had to think logically and realistically.

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