"they say this is a big rich town
I just come from the poorest part
bright lights, city life, I gotta make it
this is where it goes down, I just happen to come up hard
legal or illegal baby I gotta make it"

"wassup boss man" jackie, one of roman's dealers said to him as he walked through the doors. roman just gave him a look and continued to walk.

"we got more supplies of the coke from baretti up in the bronx" he continued to tell roman, even though roman so obviously didn't want to speak to him.

"i'm aware" he said. "you know instead of trying to talk up to me you should be doing your job. you have a club to hit up at one".

"i'm on it" he said going off back to his station.

roman had difference sections off in the warehouse dedicated to the manufacturing and sell of each drug. jackie was in the cocaine department, the head department and there was the different departments of heroin, marijuana, MDMA (ecstasy and molly), pills, meth, quaaludes, you name it. just about every drug for basically every borough in new york. he runs shit for a reason.

roman got to his office which was on the second floor of the warehouse and he sat up in his chair. he opened his drawer and took out the cigar and lighter and used the lighter to light up his cigar. leaning back in his chair and smoking it.

"welcome back uce" a samoan man said to roman as he came into his office.

two of them walked in, and they were roman's cousins (who were practically his brothers) jimmy and jey fatu. they've been roman's day 1s since childhood, they grew up together and they even came into this game together to get money. once roman developed his kingpin empire, he knew to get jimmy and jey involved. the only thing is that roman doesn't have them selling.

jimmy and jey are more of roman's henchmen, they're second rate in the empire. roman didn't want his blood on the streets in case shit went left so instead of having them sell like the young bucks that were downstairs, they were his main associates, and when roman was handling business or he was out they were holding down the fort. for example when roman left earlier today, jimmy and jey held it down. matter of fact, the reason why roman even came back to work was because of something jey was told while he was gone.

"where is he?" roman asked the two, referring to the man that jey told him out on the phone.

"not here yet, he was hiding out in long island. terrence and shiny went out to get him, they're on their way" he told him.

"we believe that he was an undercover for victor and his people" jimmy added in.

who he was referring to was victor marshall. victor marshall was another drug lord and him and roman have been rivals for years. the main reason is that during roman's quest to take over all of new york, roman wanted stake in long island. however during that quest, victor had sneakily taken over long island , meaning that roman couldn't because shit is very territorial.

victor knew roman's conquest to take over long island and not wanting to be outdone by a younger lord that was already starting up an empire, he took it. it pissed roman off, especially since victor resides in upstate new york. syracuse, albany, rochester, and buffalo were his cities and he always wanted to go into other territory like westchester county and most importantly long island.

victor was known to invade into others territory, and it always made roman mad. roman wouldn't dare go into other territory of any other lords but victor? he was a sneaky piece of shit that would do anything to remain on top, and that included doing what others wouldn't and couldn't.

"little bitch a rat and a stalker, I got something for him. just wait til he gets here" roman said, taking a long puff out of his cigar.

"but anyways, did heyman ever call?".

"yeah he did. he said that he'll take the meeting" jimmy told him.

heyman, better known as paul heyman was a strip club owner that ran clubs throughout the boroughs. his biggest chain was located in brownsville, brooklyn and that's where roman wanted to do business. roman knew that starting a negotiation with a notoriously rich strip club owner and his clubs, getting his products pushed in there would mean even more booming business for the empire.

"so when's the meeting?" roman asked him.

"tomorrow, he wants to have dinner at his place in staten island. wants you to meet him and his wife" he explained.

"another dinner... looks like I gotta bring iman out to this one" roman said.

"so y'all are on speaking terms today huh?" jey jokingly asked him which made jimmy laugh. they knew about the up and down nature of roman and iman's relationship, and how they're always prone to argue.

"shut up" roman scoffed.

"so I take that as a no..." jey said.

"we got into an argument a couple hours ago and didn't speak to her until I left the house" roman told them. "she tried to say that it's like jianni doesn't have a father because i'm not home, like she doesn't know that THIS is the reason why her ass be buying designer purses everyday!".

"surprised you didn't just fuck her out of her feelings like you usually do" jimmy chuckled.

"I should've but we haven't had sex in a while" roman told them.

"when was the last time?" jey asked him.

"two weeks" roman said.

"wow two weeks, however will you survive?!" jey said sarcastically.

"you know for them that's like ten years" jimmy laughed.

"it feels like ten years" roman said as he took a puff of his cigar.

a text notification on jey's phone interrupted the three's conversation and on the phone, it was from terrence who was a muscle on roman's side. they had arrived with the guy that they found.

"uce, they're here with him" jey told roman.

roman suddenly got tense and knew what he had to do. he put out the cigar that he was smoking on the ashtray and went through his drawer to grab the shotgun that was there. he took out the fresh pack of bullets and loaded up the gun as he might need to use it in a few minutes. he had some business to take care of.

the three men went to the back of the warehouse where terrence and shiny had the man in question tied up in a chair. from what the men could conceal on his identity, the man's name was ronnie sharron. he was a twenty eight year old born in the bronx and was a dealer. he moved from the bronx to long island and was hired by victor to go undercover on roman, aka borderline stalking. sneaking onto warehouse territory to hear onto what the empire was doing, and even going to manhattan to go to roman's house. most of the time he wasn't even home so that meant that ronnie was stalking iman and jianni most of the time without them knowing, and that's what pissed roman off the most.

when roman saw ronnie he just wanted to shoot him then and there, but he would've loved to make him torture more through what he does best. interrogation.

"so you're the fucker that can't mind his own business huh" roman said as he got closer to ronnie.

ronnie didn't say a word, maintaining a mentality of not snitching and being vague about everything that he knows. too bad roman didn't give a shit about that, and already knew what he was doing so it was gonna fuel his fire even more.

"you mute now? now you don't wanna do shit?" roman said.

"fuck you" ronnie spat out.

roman let out a chuckle at ronnie's boldness. usually whenever this would happen, it would be a bunch of pussies that would tremble at roman's voice. but no, this one wants to be a bad boy. okay, well roman's gonna show him how a real bad boy does it.

so roman charged at him and put a gun to ronnie's head, finger on the trigger. he could've shot him at that very moment, but it wasn't gonna be as satisfying to him.

"muthafucker wants to have a mouth, he wanna talk shit now" roman gritted his teeth, putting the gun right on his skull. "you think you slick? you think you bad and shit? you AIN'T shit!".

"you wanna work for victor the bitch marshall, come onto to my work territory and try to get into my shit" roman continued to say, getting up and walking around waving the gun in his hand.

"I got into your shit, victor knows everything I heard. you're so fucking dumb you didn't even realize that someone was on your turf" ronnie said.

"i'm fucking dumb?! oh i'm fucking dumb?!" roman exclaimed. "you're the one that's fucking dumb fleeing off to long island thinking that my people wouldn't find you. if you were smart you would know better".

"I should blast you right now. you think that you so slick talking all this shit, like I can't kill you. shit I could kill you with my bare hands if I wanted to" he continued to say.

"you read the bible? you a religious dude?".

ronnie remained silent, which made roman wanna talk even more shit. he wanted to play the quiet game? okay.

"guess not. well you missed the memo, because in the old testament roman 3:16 says thou shall not fuck with the tribal chief and you did" roman said. "you fucked up with the word of God, also known as me".

"but it wouldn't be too godly of me to kill you right? especially since you have a child a home. a two year old daughter right? it would be such a tragedy if I killed you, depriving your daughter of a father. someone that's supposed to protect her, take care of her, walk her down the aisle when she gets married, and make sure that no guy hurts her. that would be so sad if I took that away from her right? it's bad enough you and her mother aren't together, imagine if you two aren't together anymore either".

ronnie was fuming at this point. he wanted to get out of the chair so bad but terrance and shiny tied him up to the point that if he tried he would still fail. the mention of his daughter that had nothing to do with this business pissed ronnie off, like any father would. too bad roman didn't give a fuck.

"but besides you being a rat working for victor and getting into my business, you also were stalking me personally, going to my place and stalking my wife and my kid" roman continued to say. "so why were you stalking my wife and my kid?".

"cause I felt like it" ronnie spat at him.

roman gave this man the dirtiest look of all time. he couldn't believe that he said that. acting all smart like he wouldn't kill him... well, guess he just might.

"I don't think you comprehended well to what I just asked" roman said.

roman ran back to him and put the gun to his head, finger on trigger waiting for him to say something else slick so he could kill him then and there. he was fuming and he was ready to murder.

"so let me ask you again, why were you stalking my wife and my kid?!" roman yelled in his ear.

"cause I felt like it" ronnie said again. "and i'll do it again too, especially if it means that I can see your fine ass wife again".

"after all, she has such a nice ass, especially when it's naked. nice and fat, something that could've been riding my dick".

and that's when roman lost it. you can fuck with roman all you want but the minute you mention iman or jianni it was over. the two most important people in his life and the thought of anyone hurting them drove him mad. the thought of any man touching iman in places that only he could drive him to the state of possessiveness and anger. only he could do that, and no one else.

roman kicked ronnie down in the chest, making him fall on the ground. he pulled the trigger on the gun that was in his hand and started to shoot. he didn't just shoot him once, or twice, or even three times, roman shot him so many times no one could even count.

he was letting all of the bullets out, shooting ronnie in every place of his body to make sure that he didn't even have a chance at living. multiple times in the head so that his brain was no where to recover, in the neck so he wouldn't be able to move, paralyzed at the spine, in the heart so his whole organ system to come to an complete halt. roman made sure that his man was dead, with what he was doing to him speaking sexually suggestive on iman, he made sure that when he was done with ronnie, it was gonna be a massacre.

the bullets ran out in the gun and the twins backed roman up from the body. blood was everywhere, ronnie's body was surrounded in blood like it was the hudson river. when the twins looked at roman's face, there were blood splats on his face and on his clothes. his eyes were crazed and they raged with fury. roman didn't give a fuck about anything, he did what was needed to be done.

"you need to chill uce, that shit was crazy!" jey exclaimed.

"so what? he deserved it, should've never mentioned iman" roman said.

"yeah but I didn't think you were gonna do him like that!" jey said.

"that was a bloody massacre, that's gotta be the bloodiest you've ever done besides in a shoot out" jimmy added.

"y'all should know me better than that, I was gonna kill him regardless. he mentioned my wife in that nature and it pissed me off, and y'all know how I get when people even speak of iman or jianni's name in a way I don't like" roman explained.

roman looked over at the body and the blood that was around it and he laughed. he enjoyed what he just did, he took pleasure in what he just did.

"that's what he gets for being a smartass" roman said.

"terrence, shiny, y'all know what to do. get rid of this body, dump it off somewhere far from here" he instructed his muscle. "imma have to call up the cleaning crew, they got some work to do. yikes".

yikes indeed.

a couple hours later roman was home, he did his annual check up of the rooms and then went to his. what surprised him was that iman was actually sleep. she's usually awake until he gets home but today she was sleep. he was gonna have to wake her up though to let her know about their plans tomorrow.

"iman..." roman whispered as he was shaking her to wake up. a groan escaped iman's lips, so she must've felt something.

"iman... wake up" roman said again. she still wouldn't get up.

"iman!" roman exclaimed, which finally made her wake up. she rose up from the bed and looked at her husband agitated at him waking her up and confused as to why.

"what roman" she whined. "what time is it?".

"time for me to talk to you real quick I gotta tell you something" he said.

"wait.... what's that smell?" iman wondered as she started to sniff at the distinct smell that was aroming her bedroom.

"roman... you smell like blood".

after roman killed ronnie he took an hour's worth of a shower to scrub off the smell and blood off of his body. he washed everywhere so he had no idea how a sniff of blood could've still been on him. now maybe he should add an extra thirty minutes next time.

"you killed someone didn't you?" iman asked him.

"..... yeah I did" roman said.

"ugh" iman sighed. "cmon roman it's bad enough you're a damn drug kingpin but killing people too? even more to add to your already fucked up resume".

"it's apart of the life iman do you really expect drug lords to not kill people?" he said back.

"I just don't want you going down, don't wanna lose you" she said.

"and you're not, trust me. ain't nobody touching me" he reassured her.

"besides, hope you know that the reason why I killed the person I killed was cause of you".

"is that supposed to make me feel better?" iman asked him, rolling her eyes.

"the guy was a stalker and he was watching you and jianni, he said some shit about you and I used every bullet in my gun and massacred him" roman told her. "may her rest in hell".

"stalker?! you knew that someone was stalking us and you didn't bother to tell me?!" iman exclaimed as she was now annoyed and scared.

"I didn't know until recently myself, if I would've known ahead of time I would've made sure everyone was relocated" roman told her.

"this is why I keep telling you we need to move, I don't wanna raise jianni around here if her life's gonna be in danger" iman told him.

"they're gonna find us anyways it's not gonna make a difference" roman said. "sorry to say".

".... I know you've been in this life long before we met but sometimes I wish you'd just, retire. or stop at least" iman said.

"money needs to be made baby" he told her. "which is why tomorrow night we're going to staten island ".

"i'm meeting up with this guy that owns a strip club chain in the boroughs and he invited me to dinner at his house in staten island tomorrow night. he has a wife that will be there, therefore you will also be there".

"so the same shit where you're kiking with a old white man and i'm forced to talk to a old white woman who I have absolutely nothing in common with" iman scoffed.

"can you start doing business with some black people? people i'll have something in common with".

"race don't matter when you're making money" roman told her. "and you're going so make sure you wear one of those dresses".

iman groaned and laid back in bed. she really didn't wanna go but it was basically the life of the wife of a drug lord so she had no choice. the positives were that she was gonna look nice, and maybe the food would be good? hopefully it's seasoned they are white after all.

when roman finished taking another shower to rid of the blood that iman smelled on him he laid in bed and grabbed iman by the waist and pulled her close to him. he nuzzled his face into her neck, leaving a small kiss there and drifted off to sleep.

meanwhile iman felt that and she smiled in her sleep. she snuggled up closer as the two were in each other's arms fast asleep. a form of intimacy, something that she hasn't really felt in a while.

and she loved every second of it.