Page 14 of Cannon

My story doesn’t end and begin with me being a hustler. I was smart when I was out there putting in work, but I was set up and locked away. I’d deal with those that set me up soon, though.

But first, I needed my own place, which meant I needed consistent cash until I got access to what was out of reach for me. I’d have to get a normal job. I knew that Smoke would want me back, but I didn’t want to take any more risks.

I knew that Tessa King had left me some cash, but I ain’t want her guilt money. That bitch gave me up for adoption and didn’t want a relationship with me. Then her husband killed my birth father. She didn’t say shit to me until last year after her husband was dead.

As I sipped my drink and ignored calls from Reese, in walked this fine ass woman. She was about 5’7, voluptuous curves, dressed in a tight dress, and a pair of stilettos. Those heels made her calves pop, my eyes zoomed into her shapely legs.

Her skin was a smooth color of sienna, and looked soft to touch. Her bedroom eyes were accompanied by lush lashes, but her full dick-sucking lips were curled in a frown. She looked mean as fuck. I wanted to fuck that meanness out of her but I held my composure.

I ain’t have time to deal with bitches. They were a distraction to everything I had going on right now.

“Nori, just come through in the morning. I’m exhausted and I got a lot on my plate right now,” she said before ending her call.

She breezed by me, the scent of her perfume pulled me in. I could tell she was a little older than me because of how confident and mature she moved. I preferred women with age because immature bitches gave me a headache.

But my preferences didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was getting to my money.

“Double shot of Don Julio Reposado,” she commanded the bartender.

She wasn’t with the pleasantries but that was how I spoke to that nigga too.

“What’s the magic word?” The bartender asked.

“Excuse me?” she scoffed.

“What is the magic word?” he said while raising his eyebrow.

“Oh…” she feigned acknowledgement. “Right now…” she growled.

“You disrespectful bi?—”

I jumped up and slammed his face to the bar. “Get the fuck off me!” he howled.

“Nah, you the disrespectful bitch, apologize to her and pour her a drink on the house,” I demanded. My hand was firmly on his face and he couldn’t get up if he tried.

She looked over at me and smirked. “Okay… okay…” he whimpered.

I let him loose and he quickly poured her requested drink.

“Thanks, but I can handle myself,” she said while rolling her eyes before sitting at the bar. She left a seat in between us, which was cool. I didn’t feel like her making small talk with me.

“I’m sure you can,” I responded, looking her up and down with lust in my eyes. Her confidence quickly turned into something bashful. I couldn’t lie, it made my dick hard to see her soften under my gaze. She came in here ready to fight but she settled down with a glare from me.

The bartender handed her the drink. “Thank you little boy… It’s Monty right?” she replied to him, her disposition much more relaxed from when she first walked in.

He nodded and turned away.

“Oh you know him?”

“I own the strip club down the block. I’m friends with the owner of this bar. Monty is new and doesn’t know any better. But I’ll let his boss know how he treated me.”

“Wait, you’re Queen?” Monty said as he turned back around with fear in his eyes.

“Yep,” she replied.

“I’m so sorry, Queen. I didn’t know…” Monty began to grovel.

“Too late for apologies. Leave me alone with my drink and maybe I’ll forget about what happened here tonight,” she said as she shooed him away.