“I got you, bro,” he said.
I looked back over at Sha, and something else clicked in my head.
“Hold on,” I said, narrowing my eyes slightly.
We had a warehouse for this shit, so I was still confused as to why anybody was able to steal bricks anyway. My mind was all over the place on the day of the robbery, so I didn’t even ask the major question.Why?
“Why was the work even there to begin with?”
He already knew what I meant. That location isn’t where the weight was supposed to sit ever. Even to make a move like that, especially while not covering it with me, was unacceptable. Sha exhaled while rubbing his jaw.
“The warehouse wasn’t an option.”
“Why not?”
He glanced at me and then shook his head.
“I had to make a run really quickly, and Talia was gone.”
Talia was our cook whom he had vouched for when I first brought my business to Florida. I called her the Cook Up Queen because she cut our bricks without losing any potency of the product.
“Gone where?” I frowned.
“Vacation,” he said, “Out in Brazil.”
I was blinking like that white man meme. My flabber was gasted for sure. There was money to be made and work to be broken down, and her ass was in a whole different country.
“Brazil?” I questioned.
Sha nodded, and then a hint of annoyance crept into his tone.
“Yeah. She said she needed a break. The last I had seen on her page, she was somewhere on a beach shaking her flat ass in the camera and drinking out of coconuts.”
I chuckled because the girl had some big ass titties without the ass to match. She was shaped like the letter P, but she had a pretty face.
“Unbelievable,” I huffed.
Nothing moved right without her. Which meant the product had to sit somewhere. I just preferred it if it were sitting at the correct location. I leaned back in my seat, and my jaw tightened slightly as it all came together. The warehouse had a secret basement that was under lock and key, where the work and money were supposed to sit. Although it was a bit out of the way and it took a little drive to get there, it was the safest spot to hold anything. I couldn’t wrap my head around why the work wasn’t stashed there to begin with.
“Why was it sitting at THAT location? Honestly, all of this could have been avoided.”
Sha didn’t argue. And he didn’t deflect. He just took it.
“I just said that I had to run and do something, so I made a decision, obviously the wrong one,” he admitted.
I nodded once because at least he could own it.
“That decision just cost us,” I muttered.
“And I said I got it! I’m covering the loss, and I’m handling finding out whoever did it,” he snapped.
I gave a slow nod while looking back out the windshield.
“Aight,” I said quietly.
I knew that I was getting him mad, so I stopped bringing this shit up. Sha had gotten me out of some shit before, and I knew that his word was bond. If he said he was going to find whoever did this, then he was going to do just that. He dapped me up before exiting my truck. I waited for him to get back into his house before I peeled off. My mind felt like it couldn’t rest since the robbery. Call it PTSD or whatever, but being robbed was not a good feeling, and the shit was so personal that it was scary. I was so worried that some close-to-home shit was happening again.
I was so in my thoughts that I drove all the way home with no damn music playing. As I waited for the gates to my estate to open, I had to shake this shit off. I couldn’t walk through my front door with this weight on me. Lately, the house has been peaceful, and I wasn’t trying to bring any drama under my roof. I sat in the truck looking up at the house. I worked damn hard for my family to have all of this, and there was no way that someone was going to take it from me. Or take me from it. I thought about all the shit I had done in my life. I was fair. Everybody I surrounded myself with ate how I did. When I made it to the head of the table, I ruled with an iron fist, but nothing I did was unjust. When I finally felt like I had pulled myself together, I got out and then walked into the house.
