Trife Life To Lavish Part 2 Genesis & Genevieve...Am I My Brother's Keeper (10 page)

When Supreme entered Arnez's crib, he only had one
agenda and he wasn't leaving until it was guaranteed to get
done.

"Supreme, you know I'm always honored by your
presence..."

"Cut the bullshit," Supreme barked, interrupting
Arnez before he could continue. "I don't have time for
no silly ass song and dance wit' you because my wife is
expecting me. So let's just get down to it," Supreme said,
as he sat down on the sofa with his hands tightly clenched.

"This is your show, tell me what you need."

"Ain't shit changed! What's the holdup with Nico?"

"I'm confused. I thought you put the brakes on that."

"I put the brakes on the hit. But the money I invested
in your drug business was supposed to monopolize all the
necessary territory to shut Nico down so he would be dried
up and dead ass broke."

"At one point it seemed things were moving in that
direction but I came across some bumps."

"What sort of bumps?"

"As you know, my main partner, Chanel was murdered. Then this dude in Philly got a major hard-on for me
so my moves have to be a little more discreet until I can get
rid of his ass."

"What the fuck does any of that have to do with Nico?"

"Because while making smaller moves, Nico has been
having a come up."

"And how did you let that happen?"

"From what I understand he linked up with Genesis
who has a major connect with this big time cat Quentin. So right now it's impossible for me to dry him up on the
drug game because where they getting their product I can't
touch it. But give me some time because I'm working on
shutting that motherfucker Genesis down for good. Once
I get him, Nico's finished."

"I know all the players you're speaking on and I don't
give a fuck about some vendetta you have against Genesis.
The only concern I have is getting rid of Nico. If you can't
bring him down by eliminating his pockets then the hit is
back on and eliminate his life."

"Are you sure you want Nico dead?"

"Hell yeah! If I had that nigga wiped out like I wanted
to the first time, then I could've eliminated all the bullshit
jumping off right now. I want him out of my family's lifeimmediately!"

"I'll get my men on it."

"You do that. And don't fuck up Arnez, or you won't
see another dime from me."

"Have I ever let you down? It's funny how you seem
to forget that it was me that funded your career when you
were a struggling rapper in Queens."

"I didn't forget shit. When I wrote you that check with
all those zeroes behind it after I blew the fuck up that was
payment in full, plus interest and a fuckin' bonus. So if
anything, you owe me and don't forget it. Now handle my
shit."

Arnez simply nodded and watched as Supreme left.
There was no sense in arguing with him because he knew
he could never win. Not only was Supreme arrogant and
self-righteous, he was also stupid rich. Oh, how the tables had turned in what seemed like such a short period of time.
Years ago, before Supreme became a rap phenomenon it
was Arnez that was his saving grace.

Arnez was young, rich and hood famous from his
rapid come up on the drug scene. One summer when he
was making a routine stop through New York, one of his
workers told him he had to hear a local kid from the block
spit. Arnez wasn't interested as so many people came his
way wanting him to fund their grand ambitions. It never
amounted to much because everybody thought they were
the next great talent, when in actuality, they were the
weakest link. But because Arnez's best worker asked him to
take a listen he obliged and was willing to give the kid a few
minutes of his time. Never did Arnez expect for those few
minutes to turn into a few hours.

The moment Arnez walked up to the corner there was a
huge crowd of people, boppin' their heads and pumpin' their
fist as if at a Jay-Z concert at Madison Square Garden. But you
weren't witnessing the evolution of Shawn Corey Carter, but
instead the birth of Xavier Mills aka Supreme. When he spit, his
flow captured you and wouldn't let go. You were hypnotized and
there was no breaking out the trance until Supreme let you go. He
had a lyrical gift, there was no denying that and Arnez wanted in.

From that day forward Arnez became the unofficial
sponsor of Supreme's career. He funded everything from
studio time, his wardrobe to jewelry so Supreme looked like
he had signed a seven figure advance even though he was still
living in the basement of his parent's house. Arnez had no
doubt in his mind that eventually Supreme would rise to the
top and be a star but nobody was prepared for how rapidly it happened or the magnitude it grew to be, nobody except for
Supreme.

It was as if Supreme had caught a glimpse of his
future because as he was coming up he refused to sign
paperwork with anybody. Because he was low key and nonconfrontational people let it slide not thinking Supreme
was being slick. But the joke was on them. He remained a
free agent until he finally signed with a label. If Supreme
didn't want to, he wasn't legally obligated to give anybody
a piece of his pie, but when he hit the jackpot, everybody
got paid back plus extra. Supreme knew exactly what he
was doing. The people that held it down for him got more
than what they were due and he maintained ownership of
himself from them.

When Arnez sized up the moves Supreme made, he
realized that he was not to be fucked with. When they
say bad boys move in silence, Supreme was the perfect
representation of that. He knew that Supreme was ruthless
and calculating so you could either play by his rules or
move the fuck out the way because everybody else would
fall down but him.

King... ring... ring

"Hello," Nichelle mumbled in the phone half asleep.

"I need to see you."

"Renny, is that you?" she questioned trying to come
out her sleep induced coma.

"Yes. Can I see you?"

"Are you talking about right now?"

"Yes."

"It's three o'clock in the morning," she said eyeing the
clock on the nightstand.

"I know it's late but I figured this would be a good time."

"Why is that?"

"Because it's late and it's less likely for someone to be
clocking our moves."

"I couldn't get out even if I wanted to."

"Why?"

"Because after what went down last week, there has
been a bodyguard with me twenty-four seven."

"Bodyguard ... you big time."

"There is nothing big time about having somebody
watching you like a hawk."

"Nah, you do need the protection."

"I guess you would know that more than me. What
happened to you? I thought you were going to call me later
on that night. I'm just now hearing from you."

"Nichelle, there's been so much crazy shit going on.
I'm trying to keep our contact limited to protect you."

"Protect me from your cousin. I don't understand
what he wants from me."

"It's a long complicated story that I promise to tell you
once I see you."

"When will that be?"

"Since you can't see me now, when is good for you?"

"I have a photo shoot in the morning. It'll probably
last all day. What about afterwards?"

"Like what time?"

"I'm not sure. Can you call me around four or five? I
should have a better idea by that time."

"Cool, that's what I'll do."

"OK, so I'll wait for your call."

"Nichelle," Renny called out as she was about to hang
up the phone.

"Yeah."

"I never stopped loving you."

"I've been wanting to hear you say that for so long but
how can you love me and leave me like that?"

"Baby, I didn't leave you. If I would've come to you
sooner I only would have put your life in further jeopardy. Believe me it was for the best. But I'll explain all that when
I see you. Now get some rest. I know you have to get up
early but remember I love you."

"I love you too," Nichelle said but Renny had already
hung up.

When Genesis got back to his hotel room he was completely exhausted. The first thing he did was lay back on his
bed and closed his eyes. T-Roc had pretty much held Genesis
hostage once he knew he wouldn't be available to him the next
day and now all he wanted to do was sleep. But that didn't
seem to be in the plans when he heard knocking at his door.

At first Genesis ignored it but the knocking persisted.
"Genesis, I know you're in there, so open the door."

Genesis instantly recognized the voice as being CoCo's.
"Hey, CoCo," he said opening the door.

"I thought you were going to call me when you got
back?"

"I literally just walked in moments ago, but then you
probably already knew that."

"So what you trying to say, I'm stalking you?"

"No, I'm not saying you're stalking me but it seems you
know what moves I'm making since you were knocking on my
door before I even had a chance to get comfortable."

"I apologize. I guess I might be coming off somewhat
pushy but it's only because I feel like you're pushing me
away.