True to the Game by Teri Woods

Author:Teri Woods [WOODS, TERI]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FIC000000
ISBN: 9780446195669
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2007-05-02T16:00:00+00:00

THE CHEDDAR WILL BE BETTER

Qua sat in the living room of his secret hideout, and placed the counting machine on the table. Pulling a chair, he organized all the money in the safe. He plugged the counting machine into a socket, sat back, and watched it do its job. Two hours later the total was looking him in the face. Got to be a mistake, he thought. But, there was no mistake. He was speechless. The machine totaled his money at 17.2 million dollars. “I’m a millionaire,” he said to the fish in the tank. He had an idea but had never counted the money that was in the safe. He wanted to jump, shout, knock himself out!

Then he sat down and began counting it again. The total was the same. He ran his hands through the bills, stuffing them into his pockets, his shirt, his baseball cap, in his jeans, all hundred-dollar bills.

In front of the mirror, seeing all these green pieces of paper falling out of his clothing, he thought to himself, All that money. Drug money! There’s a lot of paper in the ghetto.

Quadir sat back and looked at all the stacks of money surrounding him. The years of hustling had paid off. People spend their entire lives working to retire and still don’t have shit. Quadir, on the other hand, had hustled for five years, and could retire at the age of twenty-five a millionaire, never working an honest day in his life. He sat down on the sofa in the sea of money scattered around him. It made him nervous. For the first time, he saw his wealth and for the first time, he saw what he really was: a drug dealer. He knew it was wrong. All that he did for the hustle was a constant reminder of his own greed. Down to his last 200 kilos of cocaine, he didn’t want to purchase any more. For $3,800 a kilo, who wouldn’t? But with seventeen million staring down your throat, why? He was not thinking of finances. He was thinking about the Junior Mafia. He knew that it was a matter of time before he was a direct target. Things were getting real complicated in the streets. The police were downright dirty. They would stick you up, set you up, and give you a case.

The brothers were just as bad. Everybody had guns. Everybody. Even little kids had guns. Your life meant nothing. It was all about money, who had it and who didn’t. Not only had Quadir beat the odds, but also lived to tell about it, not owing any debts and not owing any favors. That in itself was a task, as most of Quadir’s friends were dead or in jail.

He thought of Tony Santero and the Cartel. He thought of Barranquilla, Colombia and Carlos Escobar. He met Tony’s uncle, Carlos Escobar, only once. Carlos was so captivating, even with his intense dislike for the United States. Quadir totally enjoyed his conversation. The man had everything he wanted and desired at his fingertips.

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