C-note
K and two of his cousins sat in a car outside of C-Note’s house around two a.m. waiting on him to return from the club, where they had known he and everybody else would be. Their plan was to catch him coming in since he would most likely be drunk and off balance making him an easy target. They had initially considered going to the club and waiting on both C-Note and Smoke, but they weren’t certain they would be able to get them at the same time anyway. There was also a greater chance of them being identified by one of the numerous people who would be there. On top of that there were sure to be a lot of cameras recording, something that could definitely give them up as well. K was willing to wait as long as he had to outside of the house, and he was sure that it wouldn’t be too much longer until C-Note showed up. He was high himself, and listening to hardcore rap to boost his courage to do what he had on his mind. Though he would rather have been alone to better cover his tracks, there was always the chance that someone would be with C-Note when he got in. He didn’t give a damn if C-Note showed up with his momma and a car full of children he would empty the clip of his Tech-nine.
The night continued to pass with no sigh of C-Note’s Buggati. K knew he was in the car because they had someone that they knew at the club that night specifically to watch C-Note, and they had spotted him getting out of it. They had received a call nearly an hour ago letting them know that C-Note was leaving the club alone and he was moving like he was drunk, just as K wanted him to be. The thought had been crossing his mind to jump out and snatch C-Note up if he was slipping hard enough. If he could get him like that then he would beat C-Note like he had done him only worse, and there was also the chance he could hold the nigga for ransom. He’d still kill him after he got paid, but Smoke wouldn’t be the wiser to his plan. Around four a.m. there was still no sign of C-Note and all but K had fell asleep. For some reason they hadn’t considered the possibility that C-Note could end up at a hotel or some other place. K gave up for the night, but he wasn’t done, he would have his revenge one way or another.
C-Note awoke around two o’clock in the afternoon with a light throb in his head from all of the smoking and drinking the night before. He thought last night’s party was one of the better ones he’d ever been to and it had definitely set a high bar for the M’Famous parties to come. As fun as the party was though, it was at least equaled by the ménage a trois he had with the three women still asleep in the bed. He wouldn’t have believed he could come as many times as he did if it hadn’t happened. Each one of the women had made up their mind that they would swallow a nut from him and they all worked together on him to make sure they each got what they wanted. Before it was all over he was so tired that he just lay on the bed and let them have their way with his dick. He felt drained like never before, but he would definitely do it all over again in a heartbeat. He got up and got dressed leaving the women laid in the bed huddled up with one another.
“These bitches in a come coma,” he said to himself as he left the room.
C-Note saw various celebrities and others from the party as he walked through the lobby of the famous Peabody Hotel. Knowing he smelled like sex and sweat amongst other things C-Note was headed straight home, but first he wanted to stop and grab something to eat. While he waited in the drive-thru of the Backyards Burger more thoughts of the women and their antics passed through his mind again, along with the fact that some of it was on camera. There was a chance that he would be on TMZ, or some other publication before the day was over, but he didn’t give a fuck. It would all just be more publicity for M’Famous and free publicity at that. Publicity meant more attention, and that was exactly what they wanted, especially with their big project about to get underway. After getting his food he jumped on the expressway and went home, showered, and decided that after the long night he would spend the day relaxing there.
C-Note’s cell phone rang and he picked it up and saw Smoke’s name on the screen. If it had been anyone other than family they likely wouldn’t have got an answer that day.
“Wassup cuz?” C-Note said into the phone.
“Ain’t too much. I was just making sure them broads left some of you around,” Smoke joked.
“Barely, I feel weak as shit and my head spinning. I’m thinkin ‘bout chilling on this partying shit a lil bit.”
“Nigga please, you couldn’t stop if you wanted to. How long you been up?”
“Shit it ain’t been a whole hour yet. What about you? You get up wit’ that girl from last night, her lil ass was kinda fine.”
“Naw. I ain’t leave wit’ shawty. She don’t seem like that type of girl, but shit I’ve been fooled before. Time’ll tell though. I ended up hooking up with that girl from the mall I was tellin’ you ‘bout.”
“Yeah, she was ai’ight, but nigga let me tell you ‘bout the three swithchin’ bitches I had.”
Smoke cut him off. “Some other time nigga, cause I know it’s gonna be a long story.”
“You damn sho’ right.”
“We’ll get to that later. I’m trying to get some last few details squared away with Legend.”
“Nigga ya’ll in the office on the weekend, after a party like that?”
“Naw, we was just on the phone, and I’m goin’ talk to him again a lil later on. But look, on some real shit, you get that contract from ya’ boy yet?”
“Naw mane, the nigga left early, and I ain’t get to catch up wit ‘em before he did. We was talkin’ ‘bout it though and I’m sho’ he signed it. Matter of fact, I’m goin’ call him to see if I can shoot through later to pick it up. You know he take after me a lil bit, so he probably stayed up a lil late.”
“Ai’ight, that sound cool, we just need to be sho’ he in, cause if not we gon’ have to switch up some of the collabos we got planned.”
C-Note hated the fact that he had been letting this issue drag out without really having a handle on it. The truth was that although he thought Triggamane was on board, the man never actually said that he had signed the contract. But at the same time, he also didn’t say that he hadn’t signed it, so there was really nothing to stress about. He just had to get with Triggamane to actually get his hands on the document.
“Yeah I’m gon’ call as soon as we hang up,” C-Note said to reaffirm that he would handle the pressing matter. “Is everythang else cool though, we ready to green light this thang?”
“Everythang set up and we can get started tomorrow, but we want to start with the biggest guns first,” Smoke replied. “We can go ‘head and get a big single out and build up our steam from there, just like we planned. Aye, I talked to ya’ grandma this morning too, and she say she need some mo’ bingo money. I told her you had a pocket full of cash last night too, so you can go ‘head and stop by there and break bread.”
“For real her ass need to stop gambling ‘cause she ain’t won shit yet, and that’s fucked up that you told her that shit like that. You know today Sunday, and she gon’ try to preach to a nigga.”
“You’ll be ai’ight, she might say something you need to her, especially’ bout all them hot ass girls you chasin’.”
The two shared a laugh and agreed to talk later after C-Note had spoke with Triggamane about the contract situation.
C-Note dialed Triggamane’s cell phone number, but he didn’t get an answer, so he sent a text for the two to talk as soon as possible about the contract. After an hour passed with no response, he tried calling again, but still got nothing.
“I know this nigga ain’t ducking me,” C-Note said to himself and got up and got dressed.
He went and jumped in his Cadilac Escalade since he was getting in the mood to run a nigga down. As he drove towards his destination, C-Note dialed the number a third time.
“This nigga could at least answer the damn phone,” C-Note thought increasing his speed as his temper began to flare up.
He didn’t believe that anyone coud be asleep this deep into the day, so the only logical conclusion was that he was avoiding him, and the more C-Note thought about it the more it made sense. Even on the night he had given Triggamane the contract, he had been acting cagey about renewing it.