moment.
“Who?”
“Tierney, my ex-girlfriend.”
“Sorry to hear the two of you broke up.”
“I’m better off without her.”
“Are you really better off without her or are you just telling yourself that?”
“Trust me, I’m better off without her.”
“You ready to see what you’re investing in?”
“Let’s do it.” When Alex stepped inside the mansion, he instantly knew he would be calling this place home.
* * *
Deion was relaxing on his bed when he noticed Passion’s name come across his caller ID. “Hello,” he answered, actually looking forward to hearing her voice.
“Hey babe, you know you’re one funny-ass dude. Was that supposed to be a joke or something?”
“Huh?”
“That money you gave me was fake.”
“What are you talkin’ about?” he asked, rising up off the bed.
“Deion, you gave me some counterfeit money.”
Deion thought about what Paris had said earlier about the money being fake. Now Passion was saying the same thing. He highly doubted them chicks had orchestrated a scam together to try and swindle him, so there had to be some truth to it.
“Are you serious?”
“Dead serious, babe.”
“I swear I didn’t mean to fuck you, man. Let’s meet up later and I will replace the money.”
“No worries, you can just give it to me the next time we see each other.”
“Thanks for understanding.”
“Of course. I’m sure you’ll make it up to me in New York…right?”
“No doubt.”
When Deion ended the call with Passion he went straight to his closet and pulled out two shopping bags of money. He’d sold the eight that he’d gotten from the Mexicans to a little dude named DeMarco on the West Side. DeMarco’s money was in a Neiman Marcus shopping bag. He’d left that bag in the closet because he’d seen Paris before he’d made the purchase from the Mexicans. The other shopping bag was a paper bag from Whole Foods. He’d gotten that money from J.D. It was money he and Alex had divided up the night J.D. was in town. He removed a stack of hundreds from the bag, then went to the kitchen drawer and got a counterfeit pen. He ran the pen over ten one hundred dollar bills.
“What the fuck! I can’t believe this shit,” Deion said, tossing the bills down. “I know this nigga ain’t stupid enough to give us counterfeit money! I thought that motherfucker valued his life.” Deion immediately called Alex.
“What’s up,” Alex said, when he answered.
“We got problems.”
“What kind of problems?”
“That funky breath nigga J.D.”
“What about J.D.?”
“J.D. ain’t right man. I knew we shouldn’t have trusted his ass when he wanted a break.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Where are you?”
“I’m at home.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in a few minutes so we can talk face-to-face.”
Deion was at Alex’s front door so fast he barely had enough time to put some clothes on. “Must be serious for you to rush over like this,” Alex said when he opened the door to let Deion in.
“J.D. has fucked us good!” Deion said, with anger dripping from each word.
“How?”
“The money he gave us was counterfeit.”
“Counterfeit?”
Deion tossed a thousand dollars on the table “This is monopoly money!”
“That bitch-ass nigga. You positive it was J.D.?”
“Hell yes!” Remember when I left your house that night? I took a Whole Foods bag.”
“Yeah, I gave you that bag. And you didn’t put nobody else’s money in there?”
“Nope, just that motherfucker’s.”
Alex went in his bedroom to get the suitcase that J.D. had given him. He hadn’t even had a chance to touch the money. Alex pulled a stack of money. All hundreds. He went back into the living where Deion was waiting. He ran the counterfeit marker across the bills.
“See, it’s all fake,” Deion said through clenched teeth.
Alex dialed J.D.’s number. It was out of service; it had been disconnected. “What the fuck!” Alex barked
“Who?”
“Tierney, my ex-girlfriend.”
“Sorry to hear the two of you broke up.”
“I’m better off without her.”
“Are you really better off without her or are you just telling yourself that?”
“Trust me, I’m better off without her.”
“You ready to see what you’re investing in?”
“Let’s do it.” When Alex stepped inside the mansion, he instantly knew he would be calling this place home.
* * *
Deion was relaxing on his bed when he noticed Passion’s name come across his caller ID. “Hello,” he answered, actually looking forward to hearing her voice.
“Hey babe, you know you’re one funny-ass dude. Was that supposed to be a joke or something?”
“Huh?”
“That money you gave me was fake.”
“What are you talkin’ about?” he asked, rising up off the bed.
“Deion, you gave me some counterfeit money.”
Deion thought about what Paris had said earlier about the money being fake. Now Passion was saying the same thing. He highly doubted them chicks had orchestrated a scam together to try and swindle him, so there had to be some truth to it.
“Are you serious?”
“Dead serious, babe.”
“I swear I didn’t mean to fuck you, man. Let’s meet up later and I will replace the money.”
“No worries, you can just give it to me the next time we see each other.”
“Thanks for understanding.”
“Of course. I’m sure you’ll make it up to me in New York…right?”
“No doubt.”
When Deion ended the call with Passion he went straight to his closet and pulled out two shopping bags of money. He’d sold the eight that he’d gotten from the Mexicans to a little dude named DeMarco on the West Side. DeMarco’s money was in a Neiman Marcus shopping bag. He’d left that bag in the closet because he’d seen Paris before he’d made the purchase from the Mexicans. The other shopping bag was a paper bag from Whole Foods. He’d gotten that money from J.D. It was money he and Alex had divided up the night J.D. was in town. He removed a stack of hundreds from the bag, then went to the kitchen drawer and got a counterfeit pen. He ran the pen over ten one hundred dollar bills.
“What the fuck! I can’t believe this shit,” Deion said, tossing the bills down. “I know this nigga ain’t stupid enough to give us counterfeit money! I thought that motherfucker valued his life.” Deion immediately called Alex.
“What’s up,” Alex said, when he answered.
“We got problems.”
“What kind of problems?”
“That funky breath nigga J.D.”
“What about J.D.?”
“J.D. ain’t right man. I knew we shouldn’t have trusted his ass when he wanted a break.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Where are you?”
“I’m at home.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in a few minutes so we can talk face-to-face.”
Deion was at Alex’s front door so fast he barely had enough time to put some clothes on. “Must be serious for you to rush over like this,” Alex said when he opened the door to let Deion in.
“J.D. has fucked us good!” Deion said, with anger dripping from each word.
“How?”
“The money he gave us was counterfeit.”
“Counterfeit?”
Deion tossed a thousand dollars on the table “This is monopoly money!”
“That bitch-ass nigga. You positive it was J.D.?”
“Hell yes!” Remember when I left your house that night? I took a Whole Foods bag.”
“Yeah, I gave you that bag. And you didn’t put nobody else’s money in there?”
“Nope, just that motherfucker’s.”
Alex went in his bedroom to get the suitcase that J.D. had given him. He hadn’t even had a chance to touch the money. Alex pulled a stack of money. All hundreds. He went back into the living where Deion was waiting. He ran the counterfeit marker across the bills.
“See, it’s all fake,” Deion said through clenched teeth.
Alex dialed J.D.’s number. It was out of service; it had been disconnected. “What the fuck!” Alex barked
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