Coca Kola - The Baddest Chick by Nisa Santiago Page B

his chin, thinking about the proposal. He knew it was a sweet deal. Besides, he was becoming weary of Chico. In the past week, Chico had been ignoring his phone calls and hadn’t been getting directly back to him when needed. Word on the streets was that Chico was too wrapped up with Apple being in the hospital, and business was the last thing on his mind.
    “A’ight, I’ll fuck wit’ you, Kola.”
    Kola couldn’t contain her huge smile. “My nigga!”
    “Sixteen a bird, right?”
    “My word is my word, Perry.”
    “And Cross is good with this?”
    “Believe me, we’re partners. He knows.”
    “A’ight, put me down for four. I’ll have the money for you by tomorrow evening.”
    They shook hands on the deal, and Perry exited the room and went looking for Sassy.
    Kola was elated. It had been two days since her meeting with Eduardo, and already she had gotten rid of four ki’s. She soon would have the streets locked with product.
    She walked out behind Perry and looked around the room for other potential buyers. She spotted Fumes and Lennox in the room. Fumes was a heavy hitter from Jamaica, Queens who came up as a teenager under Fat Cat’s crew and was now a major player himself. In his early forties, he had done time for drugs and assault.
    Fumes was a witty businessman who knew how to use the elements of the streets and book smarts to get ahead. He was established in so many business ventures, the streets called him “the black Donald Trump.”
    Kola was surprised to see that he actually came to one of her parties. Fumes spent most of his time in the South and abroad, since he had homes everywhere, from New York to the Bahamas. He excluded himself from the day-to-day street operations of his illicit business, but everyone knew he was still the head nigga in charge.
    Lennox wasn’t as well established as Fumes, but he was a heavy hitter too. He was a Dominican from Washington Heights and owned a barbershop and some bodegas. The only reason Kola invited him to her parties was because he was a big spender and a show-off. He would make it rain dollar bills in the strip clubs and spend twenty thousand dollars at the bar on women and friends.
    Kola planned to have a one-on-one conversation with both men before the night was over. She figured Fumes would be harder to pitch to than Lennox. Fumes had seen it all, been there and done that, and was the type of man that needed an accurate blueprint about everything. But, with Lennox, if it was about making him more money, then he was down for anything.
    Kola stood close by watching both men. She observed Perry disappearing into one of the back rooms with Sassy.
    Kola went after Fumes first, cornering him by the bar while he was with one of the girls. “What you want, teenybopper?” Fumes said.
    “A minute of your time.”
    “My time, huh. Well, unfortunately, my time is taken.”
    “Well, when will it not be taken?” Kola focused her eyes on his, holding a firm posture, letting him know she wasn’t intimidated.
    “I’ll call you.”
    “You need to do that.”
    “I don’t need to do shit, little girl, but breathe and fuck.”
    Fumes puffed on his cigar with his eyes and attitude clearly illustrating that he had little respect for Kola. He saw her as a baby in a grown man’s business. Fumes felt she didn’t belong anywhere around adult dealings. Fumes was from the old school and felt girls like Kola should stay in their place, fucking men like him and taking care of their babies. He tolerated Kola’s parties because he felt that pussy was allowed to sell pussy, but drugs and other things were too much for a female to handle. Fumes always stated that women were too emotional to do what he did and couldn’t get their hands dirty like him.
    Kola didn’t like Fumes’ attitude toward her. She passed him her card and strutted away.
    Fumes stared at her, a wretched expression across his face. “Cross needs to put that little bitch over his lap and spank her