Twenty-two-year old Supreme is originally from Long Island, New York. He had moved to Atlanta, Georgia, to live with his brother, Ryheem, when he was 18. He had been paroled from a federal prison after serving three years on drug charges.
Twenty-nine-year old Ryheem became partners with Supreme in a strip club. They also sell lots of drugs on the side, so I guess you can say they’re both ahead in the game.
One night, Supreme was home watching his favorite dope movie, Scarface, on the 70-inch flat screen television and drinking Moet champagne. His cell phone started ringing, so he grabbed it off the coffee table and put it to his ear.
“Hello,” Supreme said into the phone.
“Hey, what’s up, Supreme?”said a guy on the other end.
“This is Jahod.”
“Oh, what’s up, Jahod? What’s going on?”
“Nothing much. Just trying to get that money. Will you sell me three kilos?”
“Alright, when do you want them?”
“Now, if you got it.”
“Yeah, come by the house.”
“Okay, I’m on my way,” Jahod said. They both hung up.
Supreme grabbed the small mirror with cocaine and a straw on it off the coffee table and snorted a line. Then, he put the mirror down, stood up, and walked into the kitchen. In the kitchen, Supreme reached inside the top cabinet over the sink, grabbed three big bags of cocaine, and put them on his scale. He went back into the living room, sat back down in the recliner, and started watching his movie again.
About five minutes later, the door bell rang. Supreme got up off the recliner, walked over to the front door, and peeked out through the peek hole. He saw that it was Jahod, so he opened the front door.
“What’s up fam, you got it ready?” Jahod asked as he walked inside the house.
“Yeah, come on in, it’s on the scale in the kitchen,” Supreme answered as he closed the front door. Then he walked towards the kitchen.
“Alright, A where is Ryheem at?” Jahod asked as he walked behind Supreme.
“Oh, he’s still at the club counting money. Tonight was his turn to close. He’ll be here in a little while though. Alright, look, it’s three thousand and twenty four grams on the dot,” Supreme said as he pointed at the scale.
Jahod pulled a glock seventeen pistol out of his coat pocket and held it to Supreme’s forehead.
“Okay Supreme, you know what it is. Show me where the rest of the dope and money at. If you don’t try anything slick, I’ll get it and leave without killing you!”
“Damn Jahod, all the shit I’ve done for you and you come at me like this!”
“Look Supreme, I don’t wanna talk about it. Just show me where the rest of the dope and money is at so I can go.”
“Alright, come on!” Supreme said angrily as he walked towards his bedroom.
When they got to Supreme’s bedroom, Supreme went straight to his closet. He didn’t bother to turn on any lights because he knew he had a better chance of grabbing his pistol without Jahod noticing it in the dark.
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