Free New York's Finest by Kiki Swinson

on it. Don’t worry, somebody’s gonna slip up and say something.”
    “ I know.”
    Damian let out a long sigh. “Well, since you ain’t gon’ invite me over, then I’ma holla at you tomorrow.”
    “ Yeah, you do that,” I told him. Immediately after I hung up with him, I sat back on my bed and imagined how he would be as my man. He was definitely my type. I loved a dark skinned man. Plus, he had the right height and a nice body. And to make his package complete, I knew he was sitting on a nice fat nest egg. He was my brother’s right hand man, so I knew he was raking in the same amount of dough as I was and even more. On a weekly average, we were pushing about five kilos of coke, which meant we were making at least $800k per week.
    What a lot of people didn’t know was that we got our coke raw and uncut. So we were able to step on it three times and that made us be able to triple our quantity, without damaging the quality. To the average user or someone coked out of their mind, it still felt like it was pure. It was easy math and we learned very quickly. And the most promising part about it all was that I was able to get our product through the airport customs without any hassles.
    Of course, I had my team of TSA agents working around the clock making sure my shit got through. We all knew if it weren’t for the shipping program that our airline had in place for major corporations who were in good standings, then we’d be up shit’s creek.
    This was how it worked: once or twice a month we’d get our shipments to come in under a well-known corporation’s name that had been using our airlines to ship their goods for a long time. Since they paid top dollar for us to ship their goods, we, in turn, didn’t x-ray or scan anything that came through our channels with their labels on it. And since me and my team knew this, we would get that company’s registration code and shipping labels and place it on the containers that concealed Marco’s coke so it could come through with ease. So far, we had been lucky. I was keeping my fingers cross that we could make a few more hits before our trail got hot.
     
    New York’s Finest Kiki Swinson
     
    Chapter 9 – The Boss Man
     
    We had the short run today from New York to Chicago and back. I was back in the city by six that evening. Marco was already in town and wanted me to come see him at once. I believed I had a ten-minute debate with him about me going home first so I could change. But he insisted that I come directly to his apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. He assured me that he had something very cozy for me to change into. He should have known I wasn’t going to listen to him. I liked having shit go my way. Instead of going by his place first, I stopped off at mine as I had planned. I instructed my valet to keep my truck outside because I was only running in my apartment for a few seconds.
    While en route, my Blackberry rang. I couldn’t answer it because I was in the elevator and I knew the call would drop. So I ignored it. I knew it wouldn’t be important anyway because it was Vanessa. She either wanted to complain to me about how Reggie was still cheating on her or she wanted to warn me about how she planned to call the police if he hit her again. Unfortunately for me, her calls persisted. She called me four times straight, so on the fifth call I decided to answer it.
    She started wailing through the phone as soon as she heard my voice. “Naomi, Reggie’s in the hospital.”
    Alarmed by her outburst, I dropped my house keys on the floor directly in front of my front door. “What for? Is he all right?”
    “ He was shot,” she continued to sob uncontrollably.
    I reached down and picked my keys up from the floor. “Which hospital is he in?” I panicked as I ran to the elevator.
    “ New York Presbyterian.”
    “ I’m on my way there now,” I assured her.
    Immediately after I hung up with Vanessa, I got back onto the elevator and headed