The Good Life by Dorian Sykes

Author:Dorian Sykes
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2020-04-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Trey and Willie focused up and helped Wink grind out for five days straight. The only sleep they got was in between blinks. Crackheads were coming like they knew it was going to be their last time smoking some butta for a minute. Wink had made fifty-seven thousand and still had a half ounce left. He had never seen that much money before in his life, let alone called it his. He took another page out of J-Bo’s book and started sending MoneyGrams home every five grand he made. Gary was to hold the money until they got back.

The crackheads weren’t the only ones circling the Knights Inn. Undercover cops started showing up in tinted-out Crown Victorias. They’d cruise through the parking lot and be over at the Waffle Hut, asking people questions about the young boys from out of town selling crack. That’s how Beats brought it to Wink. He said that was their way of sending a warning shot.

Well, they didn’t have to tell Wink twice. He got the message loud and clear. It was time to take the show on the road or risk going to jail. It was all good, though, Wink had gotten what he came for. They murdered the town, and now it was time to keep it moving.

Wink walked into Trey and Willie’s room. “Y’all almost ready? Ball downstairs waitin’ to take us to the airport,” he said.

“Airport?” Trey stopped packing his bags.

“Yeah, nigga. We rich now. I know you ain’t scared to get on no plane?”

“Nigga, the only thing I’m scared of is dying broke. I was just asking,” Trey said, zipping his two bags, then throwing them over his shoulder.

“Shit, I ain’t gon’ lie. I’m scared as a mothafucka to get on a plane,” Willie said.

“That shit ain’t nothin’. Come on. That’s Ball hittin’ his horn now.” Wink stuck his head out the door and nodded like, Here we come.

“For real, I was thinking about staying for a little while and help Ball set things up,” Willie said.

“I mean, if that’s what you wanna do, I ain’t got no problem with that.”

“Shit, I don’t give a fuck if we ridin’ a donkey back. I’m ready to get back to the city,” said Trey.

“So, what you gon’ do? You staying?” asked Wink.

“Yeah, I’ma stay for a couple more weeks. Go see my grams and them, and wait on you to get it going.”

“A’ight. Well, here. Take this.” Wink counted out a thousand dollars and handed it to Willie.

“Oh, yeah. And here. That’s about a half ounce.”

“A’ight, bet.” Willie tucked the crack into his sock and folded the money.

“Let this hotel die down, though. We don’t need you sittin’ in jail too, my nigga,” Wink said.

Willie gave Wink and Trey a hug. “I’ma miss y’all niggas. I’ll be home in a minute.”

“We’ll be waitin’ on you when you get back,” Trey said.

They hit rocks one last time, then Wink opened the door and walked out the room.

“Call a nigga, Cram.” Trey laughed as he closed the door.

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