Chapter 35
I let a full week of chillin’ and King buggin’ pass before I decided to worry about the eighteen g’s we were short.
I drove to my storage and I grabbed the five pounds Diamond bought and called the crew together.
“‘ight,” I said meeting at the apartment I got with the girls in East Palo Alto. Everyone was there including Vicky and King. The girls were all working on their own and had cars. Two had quit and started working legit and going to school. I still kept a small cut from them, way smaller than before. I only took 15%, and that was because they liked me.
Diamond was the new me, she didn’t work often and just made appointments and took care of the apartment and bills. She and I had discussions on what we would do once all the girls were where they were supposed to be. There was talk about a new batch of girls but…
…it was a means not a way.
A few girls were planning on moving out and branching off on their own. I mean hell I just made them legal prostitutes. And it would have really been an issue with me, however, that part of my life was passing, and my means for a way were changed. To be blunt they were no longer any of my concern. However, no matter what they still claimed to be Shi Girls and Madame Shiesty Shi was the H.B.I.C.
No one was use to the new me, but everyone loved it and had questions. But I had to stay focus.
“Look girls, I need a very big favor. Y’all know I’m about mine and money is my goal. Ok, I need to get one hunit racks, and I got ‘bout seventy five,” I lied. I didn’t want Diamond getting all suspicious. “I’m branching off, and I now got another hustle. I got about five pounds of Royal Purp I need to move, and I want yo’ help.
"Don’t act brand new y’all know the get down. Sell it to yo’ dates if you have to, I don’t know, and I don’t care I just need it gone…” They were all silent. “I’ll pay y’all of course but I ask y’all to treat it as a minimum wage part time gig that y’all do full time. Once I get a-hunit I’ll take care of y’all, y’all know I will.”
They all nodded. I fucking loved those bitches.
“I’ll be packaging the shit, and I’ll let you know the get down on prices and shit. We trying to make a name, so I’m slashing prices. I wanna get rid of this shit.
“If a nigga trips off the package or look give him another dime for half the price, he still on one give him another for a third; don’t take no for an answer…” They were all nodding and I felt good. They were following me, and my puzzle pieces were finally falling into place.
“…and if they ask whose shit it is?”
“Shiesty Shi’s,” they all said.
“Who’s the boss?”
“Shiesty Shi.”
“That’s my girls, now spread my name as much as possible. I’ll get at y’all in a few days.”
The meeting was over, and I turned to talk to King. It was time for me to work my magic on five pounds of weed and pray my ass off that these simple ass niggas fell for it again. The price of weed was up and if it was anything like before I could easily double my money.
“Shi?” I turned, and Diamond was handing me the little Nokia I bought when I first got out of the hospital. It was all but forgotten by me since I was on my second phone and the one I had made the one she was holding look like a cheap toy from the dollar store. “I forgot to tell you this lady keep on calling for you.”
I lifted my perfectly arched eyebrow, “Who?”
Diamond shrugged, “I don’t know Dr. Something.”
My heart sank. “Richards? Dr. Richards?”
“Yeah, her.”
I’d forgot all about her. I hadn’t spoken to her in over a month, and I was too busy to think about it. Things were moving too fast. I had got a new number and forgot to give it to her.
I knew she must have been going crazy about now.
“When’s the last time she called?” I asked looking around for my purse. I was about to call her back not knowing what the hell I was going to say.
“She on the phone right now,” Diamond said putting the small phone in my hand.
Swallowing the dry lump in my throat I said, “Hello.”
“Scheyenne? Oh my God are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I smiled trying to think up lies for the questions she was yet to ask.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m, I’m okay Dr. Richards.”
“Simply Shi’s?’
Fuck I thought. “Dr. Richards are you free?”
“Huh? When?”
“Now.”
The line went silent. I used the silence to go to my purse on the couch and grab my phone.
“You need me to come out there?”
“No, I’ll come to you,” I said opening up my Google Map app.
“How?”
“I’ll drive.”
“Scheyenne?”
“I’ll explain when I see you. What’s the address?”
She reluctantly gave it to me, and I punched it into my cellphone. I clicked driving directions. Bakersfield was five hours away, and it was eight o’clock.
“Will you be up by one?” I asked.
“I’ll stay up Shi,” she said and I could tell she was confused and conflicted on me coming.
“Here’s my new number,” I said giving her my number. After I made sure she had it down I said, “I’ll see you in five hours.”
I took a quick shower there and put on some sweats which were tight as hell. I put on a tee shirt, grabbed my big bag purse, put up my hair, told everyone where I was going, declined a riding buddy, guaranteed my safety, got a pack of sunflower seeds out the cabinet, a red bull from the fridge, got in my car, looked at my smart phone and started my journey in silence.
No radio, I had to think what I was going to tell Dr. Richards and how much of it would be the truth.