Free Street Fame by K. Elliott

don’t want you to act stuck-up. It’s just that your daddy is obviously rolling, and you ain’t wanting for anything. Most people with money act a certain way.”
“I don’t have money; this is his money. I’m just going to school trying to get mine, if you know what I mean.”
Don turned to face Tommy.
“I love this car,” Tommy said.
Don chuckled. “You don’t own one?”
“Yeah, I wish,” Tommy said.
“You ain’t living until you own a Maybach.”
“I went to the dealership once inquiring about one, but the salesman said they cost $384,000.
“That’s about right,” Don said.
“Now that’s what I call rolling.”
“That’s what I call paying your dues.”
Alicia reached over Tommy and adjusted his seat. She put it in recline mode.
Tommy lay back like he was in a bed. Damn . This is the life .
What was there not to like? And the fact that they weren’t stuckup snobs made it better.
“I got to make one stop then we can go get something to eat,” Don said.
When they drove over the Bay Bridge into San Francisco, Don turned to Tommy and pointed at what appeared to be a prison. “Do you know what that place is?”
Tommy looked confused. “Looks like a prison of some sort.”
“Yeah. That’s Alcatraz.”
“That’s the reason I gave up your occupation.”
“That place is closed now, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, that place is, but there are more prisons that are open.”
Tommy chuckled a little, not really knowing what to make of Don’s comment.
“Let’s go over to Pier 39,” Don said.
Alicia turned to Tommy. “You can visit Alcatraz if you want to.”
“No, thank you. I’ve visited enough prisons in my life.” Tommy smiled.
“So you’ve been on the inside, huh?” Don asked.
“Not quite, but my dad is on the inside, and I go visit him quite often.”
There was an awkward silence. Nobody wanted to say anything. Tommy figured the silence was because nobody wanted to offend him.
Finally, Don broke the silence and said, “Let’s go get something to eat.”
“Cool,” Tommy said.
Five minutes later, they sat at Dante’s Seafood Grill . A tall Asian woman walked up to the table.
Don rose to his feet and pulled a chair out for her.
“Tommy … Alicia … this is Jill, my new girlfriend.”
Alicia shook Jill’s hand then whispered in Tommy’s ear. “Dad is a big womanizer, which is part of the reason he and Mom ain’t together anymore.”
“I thought they were together,” Tommy said.
“No, they divorced last year.”
Jill looked to be about twenty four. She was slim and attractive with big breasts.
Alicia and Jill made small talk about everything from makeup to handbags, while Tommy and Don talked about investing and making money.
“What kind of investing would you like to do?”
“Actually, I don’t know. That’s what I want you to school me on.”
“I buy properties in neighborhoods where I anticipate the value will rise and then I sell them for profit. I started with residential, but made a transition into the commercial stuff.”
“You seem to be doing well at it.”
“I am. I have no complaints.” He smiled then Jill gave him a kiss on his cheek.
“I want to live like you.”
“Tommy, you haven’t even seen the half yet. All you saw is the Benz. I got a Bentley. I have a home in the same neighborhood as Barry Bonds.”
“Real estate helped you get all of that?”
Jill flashed a veneered smile. “Look at the bracelet Bunchy bought me,” she said, showing a diamond-encrusted bracelet.
“Bunchy?” Alicia said then giggled.
Don smiled. “Yeah, we have pet names for each other.” “He calls me Chinky because of my eyes.”
Tommy was still looking at the bracelet. It was flooded with diamonds. “That bracelet must have cost a grip?”
“Forty-five thousand dollars.”
Damn , Tommy thought. He wanted to be able to drop forty-five thousand dollars on some jewelry and drive a Maybach Benz without worrying about the feds. “So what do I need to start making