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Nico abruptly ended the call.
Jasmine’s blood was boiling, and she really couldn’t take any more of Nico’s bullshit.
“Ugggghhhh!” She slammed her phone down on the bed.
“BJ, what’s good?” Nico asked.
“Bebo want us to come through for a meeting tonight.”
BJ was also speaking on a prepaid cell, since he too knew that the feds had stepped up their surveillance.
“Call that muthafucka and tell him to suck my muthafuckin’ dick!” Nico barked into the phone. “Shit is hot as hell right now, and this muthafucka setting up play-date meetings and shit, like we’re fuckin’ two-year-old kids.”
“A’ight,” BJ said, not wanting to question Nico’s bravado. After a moment of silence, he asked, “How that thing go?”
“Everything’s good. ’Bout to cross back into New York right now.”
Both of them were silent for a moment.
“You want me to go through just to see what Bebo is saying, or what?”
“If you go to that meeting, you ain’t coming outta there alive. Trust me on that.”
Nico’s main cell phone began ringing. It was Jasmine. He picked up. “I’ll hit you right back.” He ended the call without giving her a chance to say anything.
Jasmine was beyond enraged. For the first time she truly contemplated her options, wondering just what was up with Nico. Now it seemed like he was purposely avoiding her, like she had the monster or something.
BJ was about to hang up, thinking that Nico was talking to him.
“Nah, nah, not you. I was talking to Jasmine. She just hit me up on my other phone,” Nico explained.
“But, BJ, trust me, if you go to that meeting, I’ll be going to your funeral next week. Fuck Bebo! This is my muthafuckin’ shit! This is my muthafuckin’ crew and my muthafuckin’ city!”
BJ and Nico ended their call. Nico didn’t have to spell things out for BJ. He knew it was just a matter of time before Nico called on him to murder Bebo.
***
But what Nico didn’t know was that Twist was working for Bebo. The two had met while in prison. Bebo was furious that Nico had crossed him and cut him out of a deal that he thought Bebo knew nothing about. More importantly, he had no clue who was supplying Nico with that 95% pure heroin.
Bebo knew that he had to maintain his rep at any cost, even if it cost him the life of his top lieutenant. Most of his anger stemmed from his envy of Nico. He took it as Nico was trying to outshine him. Nobody outshined the master.
Five
Nico wanted to stay off the radar until he could figure out for sure what was going on after he came back from Hartford with Mia. He had Mia open up a safe deposit box at a Chase Bank branch in White Plains, where he stashed the three hundred and fifty thousand.
Mia was more than willing to do whatever Nico asked of her, and she was right by his side when the two of them checked into the W Hotel in midtown Manhattan, where they decided to stay for a couple of days before heading out to Las Vegas.
***
Jasmine still hadn’t spoken at length with Nico to find out where his head was at, but she decided to just chill and give him space and not press him. She was trying her best to go about things as normally as possible, but it was hard because she was insecure about what the future held for her.
She had started to get real close with a Puerto Rican girl from her school named Narjara. Narjara was a little younger than Jasmine at eighteen. She was from Washington Heights and lived with her man. Jasmine liked Narjara because she was real cool, she was pretty, and she had swagger that Jasmine liked. Plus, Narjara sort of looked up to Jasmine like she was the big sister that she never had. Narjara was always complimenting her on how beautiful she was and was always asking her for advice. Narjara’s man was a mid-level drug dealer from Newark, New Jersey, and he was real abusive to her.
When Narjara called Jasmine, crying and hysterical after getting her ass beat by her man, Jasmine didn’t hesitate to tell her to take a cab to Long Island and come chill with her. Jasmine wasn’t really in the mood to entertain company, since she had so much on her mind, but she figured it would be a much-needed distraction for her.
When Narjara arrived at Jasmine and Nico’s estate, she called Jasmine on her cell phone, and Jasmine ran out to greet her and to pay for her cab.
“Oh, my God!” Jasmine covered her mouth with her right hand, looking at Narjara’s face in disbelief as she escorted her into her house. “You gotta go to the emergency room and get that eye checked out.”
