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When we getting together?
    “Jose wants five thousand more dollars,” 2Glocks informed Deion when he came in the living room interrupting his text conversation.
    “I don’t have that on me. I thought you said the price was ten?”
    “Well he went up on the price. I guess because we didn’t come last night,” 2Glocks shrugged.
    “That’s bullshit.  Get nine instead of ten then.”
    “Cool.” 2Glocks nodded, then turned and disappeared back into the kitchen. Deion resumed his text conversation with Passion, refusing to stress over the price bullshit.
    Passion: Maybe we can meet for lunch one day and talk .
    Deion: Of course babe.  When you want to meet?
    Passion:  Well tomorrow or Thursday. I box on Wed.
    Deion: Box?
    Passion:  Yeah, gotta keep this body tight .
    Deion thought back to that smile and those perfect tits. He was ready to see that ass in reverse, but he played it cool.
    Deion:  Just let me know when you ready.
    Passion: I can see you on Thursday and then you can buy me that handbag you promised me.
    Deion: I promised you a handbag?
    Passion: Lol. I got ya didn’t I? No you didn’t promise me anything but I know you wanna buy me something.
    Deion grinned as he thought how Passion was a typical Atlanta woman—always trying to dig in a man’s pockets. But a handbag was nothing to a nigga like him, so he was on some whatever you want shit.
    Deion: Yeah we can go to the Gucci store at Phipps .
    Passion: I’m a Louis Vuitton girl.
    Deion: Cool lets meet Thursday. First we can have lunch then do some shopping.
    Right when Deion was wrapping up his text conversation with Passion, 2Glocks came with the work in a pillowcase. “Everything good?” Deion asked, wanting confirmation.
    Jose came in right after 2Glocks and extended his hand to Deion. “I apologize about the mix up on the price. Keep doing business with me and I’ll make sure you get the best prices.” Muscle man came from the back room and folded his arms. His arms bulged and he didn’t say anything, just stared.
    “No problem,” Deion said, shaking Jose’s hand, although he was a little pissed that he hadn’t gotten the amount of product he had come for. But Deion would still make a huge profit, and for him that’s all that mattered.
    *  *  *
    Isabella was staying in the Penthouse Suite at the Four Seasons. She opened the door wearing a silk bathrobe that was so short it barely covered her voluptuous ass. She had the front untied so her ample breasts were clearly visible. When Alex stepped inside her room, she reached out her arms to wrap them around his waist, but he wasn’t having any of it.
    “What’s wrong?” Isabella asked when Alex pushed her away.
    “Listen,” he sighed before continuing. “I thought I made it clear that I want our relationship to be strictly business. If Joaquin finds out he’ll kill both of us.”
    “Nobody is going to kill anybody. I told you, my father is one of the richest drug lords in Mexico. If Joaquin so much as puts a finger on me I will have his entire family murdered.”
    What Isabella said confused Alex and made him extremely uneasy. She was Joaquin’s wife, yet she didn’t have a problem saying she would murder his entire family. He sat in a chair across from the bed and sat quietly for a few minutes. He needed to make sense of it all.
    “Isabella, tell me why you’re doing this? Something isn’t adding up.”
    “If you must know, Joaquin has many, many women. All of them are very young,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I’m sick of the disrespect.”
    “But aren’t you still young?”
    “I feel young. I’m only thirty-two. I don’t know if it’s because we’ve been together for so many years and the excitement has worn off, or he prefers his women to be teenagers,’” Isabella shrugged. “The point is, his cheating has now become out of control, so now I’m over this marriage.”
    “Joaquin always seemed like a smart man to me. I don’t understand how he could