PASSION

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Face watched as Magic suddenly pulled a fat wad of money out of his pocket, peeled off twenty-five crispy one hundred dollar bills, and held them out to him. Face took the money, recounted it as Magic watched him, then shoved it in his pocket.
“I'll bring my hoes by here later so you can get to know who dey are and let dem kno how things work here in your establishment!” Magic said.
"Bet!" Face said as he nodded his agreement.
Face then watched as Magic turned and headed towards the exit. He then got up from his seat and slowly made his way over to Bizzy. He casually looked back at 6'9 who sat posted by the door surveying the club.
“If it ain't da infamous Face! Da man wit da muthafuckin master plan!” Bizzy said sarcastically as Face came and sat next to him at the empty bar.
Bizzy's two goons instantly got up from their seats and left the two men to themselves to talk. 6'9” watched from his post with his hand calmly resting on his forty cal that was concealed in his waistband under his shirt.
“Mister Bizzy! To who or what do I owe the pleasure?” Face asked with his own sarcasm, really not wanting to be bothered with Bizzy.
“I came to see if we could conduct a lil business together,” Bizzy answered as if Face was supposed to already know.
“I think I got all the business I need right now homie,” Face stated clearly.
Bizzy laughed out loud to himself as he looked over at Face.
“I don't think you understandin me Face. See, I wasn't askin you, I was more like tellin you,” Bizzy replied boldly as he turned in his seat to face Face.
Face looked over his shoulder again back at 6'9 and slightly nodded his head. 6'9 immediately got up from his seat and walked around to the other side of the bar opposite of Face and Bizzy.
“Here's what I'm thinkin we should do. I think I should run my X pills and cocaine through here and you should be thankful, and grateful, and take da fifteen percent of profit dat I'm so courteously offering to you," Bizzy stated.
"Nah, I’m good. I don't need the headache, or the money," Face replied instantly as he shook his head no.
Bizzy again laughed out loud to himself.
"See, I came in here tryna be fair wit you, but you got me bout to say fuck it, run my shyt through here anyway, and just not give you a muthafuckin thang!” Bizzy replied with a bit of aggression.
Face instantly peeked up at 6'9” who was now standing on the other side of the bar in front of him and Bizzy. 6'9” looked at Bizzy vengefully for a second before he turned his attention to the club's front door as it suddenly opened. Face and Bizzy both looked back at the door and watched as Dreamz, Face's younger brother, walked into the club. Dreamz entered the empty club, looked around the building, then let his eyes scan over the bar. He looked at Face then over at Bizzy and his two goons then begin to make his way over towards them.
“Big bruh! Wat's gud witcha?” Dreamz asked as he shook Face’s hand and stared at the two goons standing to his right.
“Shit man. Just trying to see what brought Mr. Bizzy in to see us today,” Face answered with relief written all over his face.
“Oh, okay! And?” Dreamz questioned.
“I don’t kno yet, he was just finna say,” Face replied.
“Oh,” Dreamz said as he stared at Bizzy.
Bizzy watched as Dreamz came and took the seat on the other side of him. Dreamz made himself comfortable on the bar stool then arrogantly removed his forty-four automatic gun from his waist and sat it on the bar for everyone to see.
“So wat is it that we can do for you today Bizzy?” Dreamz asked politely with a devilish smile on his face.
Bizzy eyed Dreamz evilly then smiled to himself.
“I actually was tryna throw some extra paper Face way, I really didn’t have nothing for you,” Bizzy answered smart-assedly.
“But me and Face in biznizz together, so I gotta help him keep an eye on ALL da money!” Dreamz replied dramatically as he turned around in his seat to face Bizzy's two goons defiantly.
6'9” smiled to himself as he stood back observing the scene. Bizzy's two goons both suddenly went to reposition themselves to better protect Bizzy, but held their composure as Bizzy calmly held up his hand to stop them.
“Well…. Now that we're all here. I was just telling Face that we could make alotta money on the side if we-,” Bizzy started.
“Hell no! First off, nigga you not part of the WE in this situation! Period! Second! We ain't doing no type of business with you at all nigga! As a matter of fact, I think it's time for you and your two clowns to haul ass because we closed!” Dreamz stated with authority as he continued to stare at Bizzy's two goons provokingly.
Bizzy looked over at him hatefully for a moment then got up from his seat.
“You do kno wat happened to da last muthafucka dat refused to do business wit me right?” Bizzy asked as he looked over and stared threateningly at Face.
“Nah we don't! And we don’t care, cuz we not them, so we really could give a fuck! Now step!” Dreamz answered rudely for Face as he picked up his gun from the bar behind him.
Bizzy held his stare on Face, then looked down at Dreamz. Dreamz peered right into Bizzy’s eyes as he arrogantly cocked his gun. Bizzy looked down at the gun then smiled at Dreamz before he finally turned away and headed towards the exit.
“Don't forget your two groupies!” Dreamz yelled behind him.
The two men both looked Dreamz over as they held their position standing there in front of him.
“Gon head! Jump! I bet dis bitch rip you a new asshole!” Dreamz said to the two men as he eyed the man on the left while pointing his gun at the man on the right.
The two men hesitated for a moment then turned and followed behind Bizzy. Dreamz watched behind them until all three men were out of the club then turned to Face.
“You gud bruh?” he asked Face, who sat there shaking his hanging head.
“Man, to be honest with you, I don't think I wanna deal with all the drama that’s coming with this owning a club shit!” Face looked up and answered truthfully.
“Man fuck dat bitch ass nigga Bizzy! Dat nigga don't run shit, we do! I got out there and hustled everyday just like everybody else to get my money up! Da only difference between me and him is, I chose to turn my money legit and he didn't! He just wanna bully his way in on other people shyt! Man, fuck dat nigga!” Dreamz snapped.
“Man….I just don’t wanna get involved in all that shit bruh. I’mma play my part, but that’s it! Everything else on you!” Face stated cleary as he looked into his younger brother’s eyes.
“Bruh, all you gotta do is jus stick to wat we agreed to. I sent you to college so you can handle all da legal shyt of da club and keep dem krackas off our ass. Don’t worry bout nothin else cuz I'mma take care and handle EVERYTHANG else!” Dreamz said confidently.
Face just smiled and shook his head helplessly as he stared at his wild little brother in disbelief.
"How the hell I let you talk me into this shit with you?" Face asked jokingly.
Dreamz stood up and put his arm over Face's shoulder.
“Cuz you love me nigga! Trust me, I got dis bruh! You kno I got dis!” Dreamz replied with a convincing smile.

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