My phone was jump'n off the hook. Niggas wanted that good coke I had and word got around quick that I had the best dope in the county and all surrounding counties. But the thing about me was that I made the money, I never let the money make me. I turned down more money than I ever made because every street nigga know that all money ain't good money. However, at the same time, scared money don't make money. I met a nigga from the Virgin Islands when I was in prison. His name was Andre but everybody called him Dre. Now Dre had a twin sister named Andrea that held his business down while he was in prison. He owned a car dealership in Miami. She came to see him one weekend and introduced us to one another in the visitation room. It was love at first site. I was in visitation with my dad and step-mom. After my sentence was up , I caught up to Dre in Miami on Memorial Day Weekend. He told me he can sell me to Kilos for $50k or I can fly to the Virgin Islands and get them myself for $30k. As a business man that is what we call a no brainer. That's only $15k each. Me and Andrea spent the night at The Hotel W that weekend and flew back to the Virgin Islands Tuesday morning. The plan was for me to grab 2 bricks, ship it back to an address of an abandon house. Then all I would have to do is watch it to see if the Feds would intercept it. I flew into St. Croix and Andrea came to pick me up. She already had the 2 bricks waiting at her house. She was about to wreck trying to kiss on me and drive at the same time. I was trying to catch a glimpse of the beautiful palm trees. I was excited to be there, excited to see her, and excited about flying for the first time. But when I thought about the fact that I was about to make $250k or better off of $30k....... everything else was just a blur. Dre called and asked Andrea if I had made it safe. "Yeah his scary ass here", she said as she looked at me and smiled. We didn't even make in the house good and she was undressing me. I stopped her and reminded her that I had all that money in my backpack. She was everything a man wanted and would die for but I was about my money. "Hey listen !!! Stop all that lets get this business handled". Her brother was the plug. He had the whole island sewed up and half of N.Y. After she seen that I was serious she walked into the kitchen and pulled out the 2 bricks that I came for. She sat it on the table in the living room and sat down beside me. "Do you have a good address to send it to"? I said yes, but I was nervous as hell. Not about being caught but about losing my money. This coke was so cheap I had to make sure it was real. "Bae go get me a knife or something to cut this open". She looked at me puzzled. "You can't open it. The dogs will detect it "!!! So I asked how would I know that it was real? She grabbed my bag with the money in it and threw it on a chair next to us. "You so paranoid Hunny. You know my brother to well to act that way. He has looked out for you since you two met in prison and he put you on when you got out". I said yeah you right. But in my mind, I will make sure to check it before I send it off to UPS. She grabbed my hand and took me up to her bedroom. I didn't want to leave, but I was ready to get back to the money.
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