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on the counter, nodding his head and believing for the first time that the thought could actually become a reality.
    “You heard from Tierney?” Deion questioned.
    ”How we jump from discussing you maintaining some self-control so we stay the fuck outta jail, to you asking me about my girlfriend? I guess that’s your way of saying you ready to move on from that conversation. But nah, I haven’t heard from her.”
    “Really?”
    “Why you sound surprised?”
    “I thought the two of you was like this,” Deion said, crossing his fingers.”
    “We cool.”
    “From what my women telling me, you all are more than cool.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “They be asking me, ‘Why can’t you spoil us like Alex do Tierney?’” Deion mocked, imitating one of his many women. “Word from them is you keep Tierney in some new shit.”
    “What the fuck. I ain’t bought Tierney nothing new since her birthday and that was months ago. It’s not like I mind buying her shit but I been busy. I haven’t had time to spend with her to get her anything new.”
    “That chick Aimee I fuck wit’ said yo’ girl been posting all kinds of pics on Instagram, flossin’.”
    “Like I said, I haven’t bought Tierney nothing in months.”
    “If it ain’t you, then it’s somebody. You know how this game goes. If he payin’ then he fuckin’.”
    “Maybe so, and that’s the exact reason why the only woman I trust is my mother. I don’t put nothing past these females.”
    “But you can’t wife yo’ mother.”
    “I already got a wife. I’m married to this money,” Alex nodded, rubbing his fingers together. “We took our vows and everything.”
    “Go ‘head, and keep chasing that paper; that leaves more pussy for me,” Deion smirked.
    “Yeah, nigga. Remember you said that shit next time you start complaining about why my money longer than yours,” Alex shot back.
    *  *  *
    “Isabella Loren is here,” the security guard in the lobby of his building said over the phone.
    “Send her up,” Alex replied.
    When Isabella entered Alex’s condo, he smiled and gave her a hug. When he let go, he couldn’t help but comment on the scent of her perfume. “What perfume are you wearing? I didn’t wanna let you go,” Alex confessed.
    “Not sure, it was a gift from Joaquin. I can find out if you like.”
    “He takes good care of you,” Alex commented, observing Isabella’s diamond link bracelet and iced out watch. From her shoe game to a simple black dress, everything about Isabella spoke money, and not new money either. She had that well-marinated money glow.
    “He does his best,” Isabella smiled.
    “You’re a good woman. It only makes sense that your husband would want to take good care of you. Where is Joaquin?”
    “Back in Cali taking care of business.”
    “What brings you here?”
    “He told me to come talk to you.”
    “You came all the way out here to talk?”
    “Alex, you know we don’t do phones and barely send text messages. But let me get straight to the point. Joaquin doesn’t want to send anymore weed your way. It’s too hard to conceal and the money is not lucrative enough.”
    “Listen, I understand that weed money ain’t coke money and I appreciate Joaquin accommodating me. But like I said before, I wanted to keep my risk low for a minute.”
    “Is that minute up?” Isabella asked coyly. Alex didn’t say anything because he knew that Isabella was used to counting millions of dollars and her man Joaquin was one of the richest men that he’d ever dealt with. “Alex, aren’t you ready to be making a minimum of at least a million dollars a month? How would you like that?”
    “No doubt. But honestly, one day I wanna get out of this business for good.”
    “I like you, Alex. I really do,” Isabella smiled in a subtle yet flirtatious way. “That’s why I want to help you become wealthy. I want you to be able to spend money without ever being concerned over the