Girls Need Love

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I love the sight of my empty parking space, and the sound of my tires rubbing against the stones. The 24ft container sat, rusty and unpleasant looking, the red paint almost fully gone.

To everyone else, this was just an old abandoned container that no one would pay attention to. To me and the cops, this was my trap house.

I go around back, prying open the doors and secure it behind me as I flip the switch and the entire place lights up.

Speakers on the wall along with an A/C unit, and a white colored interior greeted me as I rubbed my hands happily. A white leather couch with a freezer next to it, and a pole in the front whenever I need the entertainment.

It was crazy what some of these women did for money. I brought them out here, blindfolded.

They had to dance, while blindfolded, and they did. It was crazy but it worked.

I turned on the speakers connecting my phone and playing Teejay3k's "No Witness".

Removing the freshly wrapped blunt from my duffle bag, and light it up before placing it onto my lips and lifting the hatch to my underground storeroom.

It was time to bag some products

#

"Talk?" My phone pressed against my ear, I slammed my trunk shut. Three hours later and it was time to deliver and make some money.

"Yo, Don I need a job."

"A job?" I chuckle, starting up my car.

"Yea man, I need you to put me on." Was this nigga high or something?

"Ronnie, I dont work with peo-"

"You selfish man. You always been ion know why."

I didn't have time for this, so I hung up and continued about my day.

I don't involve anyone else in my business I do it all by myself, plant, manufacture transport, sell.

It's safer and a lot more efficient. You put your trust in people, you feed them, you pull them out from the deep end, and they grow envious and bite your hand.

Any dog that bites the hand of the one who feeds him needs to be put down immediately and to avoiding catching any cases, I leave these dogs alone.

#

After dropping every package off, it was only a little after two. I decide to spend the rest of the day and my uncle Jonas's barber shop, where I would work for free.

I was known for my hands, skilled in all ways, and whenever I could help his old ass out, I did.

"Now, nephew as much as i love your company, I'm a bit busy tonight," he says as soon as I walk through the door and I raise an eyebrow.

My eyes fall on a woman, seemingly his age and she was all dolled up. Make up and all.

I then turned back to him and noticed his attire. This man was fully dress in a church suit.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"Your old man here, has gotten himself a date."

"A date?" I scrunch up my face, resisting the urge to aloha, "oh hell nah, aren't you too old for that?"

"Shut ya mouth you bastard," he jokes and I chuckle, "this is Ms. Evalina Mayer."

"Nice to meet you ma'am."

She takes my hand in hers, a calm blush covering her face and I didn't really know how to feel about that.

"The pleasure is all mine young man," she winks, "your uncle here has told me so much about you."

"Good things I hope."

"Strictly."

"Alright that's enough chattering, we have to go I made reservations."

Little old Jonas, all in love as he grinned at the old lady.

"I'm so glad you stopped by Don, you can supervise the shop, and lock up for me, you know where to put the key."

"I got tou. But why're you going so early though? It's not even three oclock yet?"

"Ms. Evalina has to be back home by two so that she can feed her cats."

Cats? Like . . . Plural?

"Oh."

"Anyway, see ya later boy." He pats my back before gingerly holding Evalina's hand and walking out. I shake my head at the two, before turning back to the people in the barbershop.

"Wassup," I nod my head at the old men seated comfortably while either reading the paper or watching the TV.

The younger men were on the opposite side of the room, waiting to get their hair cut, especially with summer break just a week away.

The employees were young men themselves, either fresh out of school, or rejected by the business world.

I decided to head on to the back where Jonas had his little office, and planned on remaining there for the rest of the day.

"Hey Queen, what you got for lunch today?"

"We have uh, soup, ribs and mashed potatoes, and curried chicken and rice."

"I want the ribs, I'll be over there to get it."

Queen was the neighborhood's go to for food. She was like a hood's McDonalds, KFC, Burger King, whatever it is you wanted to call it that's what she was.

I head out, and decide to just walk. An hour or two had passed, but the air was cold even with the sun shining, what sense that make.

I pushed open the door to Queens diner, and the buzz of everyone around me came to a stop. It was a usual thing for people to stare, I'm not to sure if I liked it just yet.

"Don!" Queen was like everybody's mama. She was short and big boned, always with a pixie cut wig with red highlights.

"Hey good looking," I smile and she grins at me before placing the container with my food in it. "How you doin'?"

"Oh, you know," she shrugs, "I'm all good sweetie."

"You eating here or you leaving?"

"I'm not in no rush." I state and she nods.

"Go head and take a seat baby, I'll get you a drink."

I settle for a seat and the far corner, away from people. The food here was always great, I don't know how she managed to do it but she snatched my soul every damn time.

So I'm sitting there, barbeque sauce all over my lips, and you know who walks in?