like coke, dope, weed, guns, or whatever you moving these days, you hustle these but the return on these beauties is going to be so much more than anything you ever grinded in your life.”
“It didn’t cost you nothing, so the only thing you gotta recoup is that Chinese bus ticket you got to get yo ass up here and that roach motel you staying at,” Tyeedah said, dead serious.
Fat Tee brushed the last comment off and was thinking about what Unique said. Then it dawned on her that the fool had never seen this many precious stones in his life, outside of a movie. But that wasn’t her problem and she continued to sell the gems to him. “They’re top-notch cuts and the clarity is ridiculous. Well over millions of dollars retail.” She looked in his eyes. “Do it right…,” she assured him with sincerity, “and you’ll come off with a million plus.”
Unique could tell by Fat Tee’s blank expression that he had no idea if what she was saying was true or if she was just shooting game to him. Fat Tee sold drugs and dealt in cash; that’s all he really knew. “Look, I’m not blowing smoke up your ass. I wish we could keep them for myself. I’m just trying to make this right because what Took did was wrong,” she said genuinely.
“She putting you onto something new and at this point; what do you have to lose?” Tyeedah asked.
Unique’s patience was growing thin with all this back-and-forth with Fat Tee, and she was about to tell him to take it or leave it when her cell phone went off. It was Kennard calling. This wasn’t the time or place to take his call. But it was her cue to end this meeting and get the hell out of there. For good. “I think our business is done,” she said. “I have a life to go live now that this chapter is closed.” She got up to leave.
Fat Tee stayed seated. “I think I’ll stay for a cup of espresso.”
He was blocking Tyeedah in. “Excuse me,” she said.
He played dumb. “My bad.” Or maybe he wasn’t playing. He stood up so that Tyeedah could pass. When she did, Fat Tee smacked her on her behind.
Tyeedah shot him a look like she wanted to cut his head off with a dull knife right there in the coffee shop. “That’s your first and last time ever touching me,” she said, with the words of dynamite.
Fat Tee rolled his eyes and Unique stepped in. “Let’s go, girl.” Unique pulled Tyeedah by the arm. “He’s not worth the drama. Like I said, our business here with this Bozo is done.” Unique walked out of the coffee shop with Tyeedah, satisfied that she’d righted a wrong and had gotten a bitch-ass nigga off of her back in the process.
It was too bad that Fat Tee had other plans.
THE HOOPLA
It was Thursday, two days before the big fight. It had been a couple of weeks since the big news that she and Kennard were expecting their first child and Unique seemed to be glowing. She wasn’t showing any signs of a baby bump but with Fat Tee off her back, she was starting to embrace the fact that she was indeed about to bring a life into the world. And she was the first to admit that it was a scary thought.
It was standing room only at the grand ballroom of the Tabby Hotel. Unique sat in her seat, positioned between Tyeedah and Kennard’s mother, Katie, who loved Unique and thought that she was a lovely Southern belle. In Ms. Katie’s eyes, the girl was a godsend to her son and could do nothing wrong. The conservative lady would go into a cardiac arrest if she knew that Unique was no angel and had been to hell and back.
They were there for the press conference in preparation for the big fight at Madison Square Garden. With a sellout crowd and all the hoopla and hype surrounding the fight, Unique wondered what more press could they really need?
Both boxers had outsized personalities and backstories that lent themselves to characters created for television, and this event was staged for pure entertainment. Rumor had it that both fighters had been offered
“It didn’t cost you nothing, so the only thing you gotta recoup is that Chinese bus ticket you got to get yo ass up here and that roach motel you staying at,” Tyeedah said, dead serious.
Fat Tee brushed the last comment off and was thinking about what Unique said. Then it dawned on her that the fool had never seen this many precious stones in his life, outside of a movie. But that wasn’t her problem and she continued to sell the gems to him. “They’re top-notch cuts and the clarity is ridiculous. Well over millions of dollars retail.” She looked in his eyes. “Do it right…,” she assured him with sincerity, “and you’ll come off with a million plus.”
Unique could tell by Fat Tee’s blank expression that he had no idea if what she was saying was true or if she was just shooting game to him. Fat Tee sold drugs and dealt in cash; that’s all he really knew. “Look, I’m not blowing smoke up your ass. I wish we could keep them for myself. I’m just trying to make this right because what Took did was wrong,” she said genuinely.
“She putting you onto something new and at this point; what do you have to lose?” Tyeedah asked.
Unique’s patience was growing thin with all this back-and-forth with Fat Tee, and she was about to tell him to take it or leave it when her cell phone went off. It was Kennard calling. This wasn’t the time or place to take his call. But it was her cue to end this meeting and get the hell out of there. For good. “I think our business is done,” she said. “I have a life to go live now that this chapter is closed.” She got up to leave.
Fat Tee stayed seated. “I think I’ll stay for a cup of espresso.”
He was blocking Tyeedah in. “Excuse me,” she said.
He played dumb. “My bad.” Or maybe he wasn’t playing. He stood up so that Tyeedah could pass. When she did, Fat Tee smacked her on her behind.
Tyeedah shot him a look like she wanted to cut his head off with a dull knife right there in the coffee shop. “That’s your first and last time ever touching me,” she said, with the words of dynamite.
Fat Tee rolled his eyes and Unique stepped in. “Let’s go, girl.” Unique pulled Tyeedah by the arm. “He’s not worth the drama. Like I said, our business here with this Bozo is done.” Unique walked out of the coffee shop with Tyeedah, satisfied that she’d righted a wrong and had gotten a bitch-ass nigga off of her back in the process.
It was too bad that Fat Tee had other plans.
THE HOOPLA
It was Thursday, two days before the big fight. It had been a couple of weeks since the big news that she and Kennard were expecting their first child and Unique seemed to be glowing. She wasn’t showing any signs of a baby bump but with Fat Tee off her back, she was starting to embrace the fact that she was indeed about to bring a life into the world. And she was the first to admit that it was a scary thought.
It was standing room only at the grand ballroom of the Tabby Hotel. Unique sat in her seat, positioned between Tyeedah and Kennard’s mother, Katie, who loved Unique and thought that she was a lovely Southern belle. In Ms. Katie’s eyes, the girl was a godsend to her son and could do nothing wrong. The conservative lady would go into a cardiac arrest if she knew that Unique was no angel and had been to hell and back.
They were there for the press conference in preparation for the big fight at Madison Square Garden. With a sellout crowd and all the hoopla and hype surrounding the fight, Unique wondered what more press could they really need?
Both boxers had outsized personalities and backstories that lent themselves to characters created for television, and this event was staged for pure entertainment. Rumor had it that both fighters had been offered
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