Page 13 of Gang of Roses: Kash

Nodding, I stood from my desk with my cell in tow. Once Angel was out of earshot, I called Donnie. He answered immediately with, “What’s up, big bro?”

“We ‘bout to count this money, then it’s on. You ready?” I inquired.

“Nigga $3,000,000 gon’ make everybody and they mama ready,” he voiced hype as fuck.

“Bet that. Give me an hour to get him right. You seen what he pulled up in?”

The line went silent for a second before he said, “Look at what I just sent you.”

I did so and smiled. “I ain’t gon’ hold you, I think I want that, too.”

“All you got to do is say the word, and I promise you we can get that up off him, too.”

“We gon’ talk. Let me handle him. Tell everybody else to get right. We got a safe to empty tonight.” With that, I ended the call and made my way down to the conference room.

The bank was officially closed and ready to handle a discreet withdrawal. Counting this money from the vault took two days, just to have to do this shit again within an hour window. Thank God we had three new money counters come in to make this easier for us.

Entering the room, Tyler Valorie was already cussing out my tellers. “You incompetent people aren’t worth shit. Not only did I have to wait around all day, you brought me in during the five o’clock traffic, and I can’t deposit my money until Monday morning. A real fuckin’ inconvenience,” he spat.

“Mr. Valorie, this is a place of business, not your family barbecue so you will treat me and my staff with respect. Unless you’d rather reschedule your appointment and come back when you got some sense!” I bellowed.

My presence, my voice, and my demeanor silenced the room completely. That salt savage might’ve run other muthafuckas but up in Ross Savings & Loans, I was the head nigga in charge. I didn’t play ‘bout my staff either. They got on my last nerve but the only nigga who was gon’ disrespect them was me.

Walking over to the money counters, there was a row of five. Three were brand new counting faster than the older ones. An hour tops, if that, was all we really needed. I picked up the first stack close to me and inserted it in the machine. That stack alone was ten bands. I proceeded to count up his… my money while he sat there red as a clown's nose. I had his bitch ass upset and that brought a smile to my face.

“You got something to get off your chest, Mr. Valorie?” I asked knowing he was fuming.

“I just want to take my money and go. I’m more than annoyed and would like to remove myself as quickly as possible,” he answered without making eye contact.

“In due time. I mean, we can skip out on counting it out, have you sign the waver, and send you on your way. It’s really no big deal. I assure you that,” I taunted.

He waved me off, and I released a small chuckle. I knew he wasn’t gon’ bite. His bark wasn’t solid enough to scare a nigga. When all this was over, he was gon’ realize his mouth wrote checks his ass couldn’t cash.

Time flew by and before I knew it, we’d filled the three duffle bags he’d brought with him. He was handed over forms to sign completing the final withdrawal and closure of his account. When it was all said and done, he walked away happier than how he arrived. It ain’t make me no never mind ‘cause me and my crew was ‘bout to piss in his cereal one more time before the day was over with.

Me and my security proceeded to walk him out to his car while my staff remained at the doors. It was protocol to escort clients with large transactions out to make sure no harm came their way. I noticed Donnie sitting across the street in the throw away and threw him a nod. He threw one back as he started the vehicle.

“Mr. Valorie, we apologize for your experience here and losing your business. Hopefully, one day you’ll give us another chance,” I said keeping it as professional as I could.

“One day my ass,” he replied throwing his bags in the trunk of his CLE 300 Coupe. From that moment on, I couldn’t help but smile. He climbed in his whip and drove off ‘causing Donnie to pull out and trail behind him.

“Candy from a baby. This shit too easy,” I voiced aloud.

“Mr. Saint, if that’s all, we’d like to head home,” Angel spoke from the door.

“Of course. Go ahead and grab your things, I’m right behind you doing the same. He was the last transaction of the day. I hope you all enjoy your weekend.”

We headed back inside, collected our belongings, and were parting ways in the parking lot shortly after.

Climbing into my ride, I immediately removed my blazer and tie. It was too hot outside and inside this muthafucka to be bundled up. Normally, I would go to the family home to decompress and relax but from the day I had, but today my condo a few blocks over was the best option.

I pulled out into traffic hoping and praying niggas didn’t irritate me any further than I already was. I just needed them to drive their automobiles and stay the fuck out my way for two to three minutes. I had a Glock full of bullets, and I wasn’t afraid to use it.

Magnolia Towers was more my speed, but my family would lose their shit not seeing me every damn day. My mother would be at the top of the list with her worries. Speaking that we all participated in a dangerous game, she slept better at night knowing we were only a few feet away.

As I pulled into the parking deck, a call came through on the dash. Seeing that it was my ole lady, I perked up knowing all it took was to get around her and peace would be restored. I answered with, “What’s up beautiful?”

“Hey, you got something going on tonight?”