Money Is King: The Complete Series

by Nicety

  "Are you fucking shitting me right now? Why, because her clothes costs more than mine? Mines look cheap? Is that it?" I snapped, admittedly, out of pure jealousy.

  "No one said anything about that Mink damn. You're always tripping over bullshit. Calm down." Flava spat as she headed towards the door. "Bye mom. We should be back in a few hours."

  "Have fun ladies!" My momma hollered back.

  It was all fake and phoney bullshit to me from the both of them. I knew I was the fucking outcast of the bunch, that never phased me. But I hated the way they flaunted the shit in my face like I just didn't matter at all. As we drove down the road headed to Passions, I couldn't help but think about the hurt and pain Flava would feel once she found out she was no longer Yolo's favorite piece of ass. She didn't deserve to have everything she wanted while I sat idly by in the squander of one bedroom.

  "Okay so once we get there I just want you to play the background. I'm going to go looking for her and you just watch me to make sure don't nothing pop off. If you see bullshit, you come on over." Flava went on while I pretended to listen. "Got it?"

  "Yeah, yeah. Got it."

  "I'm serious. I don't want you fucking shit up if nothing's wrong. You know how hot headed you can be. I can handle it as long as it doesn't get out of hand."

  "Yeah." I breathed not really giving a shit what she was talking about.

  If only Flava knew just how out of the way I would actually be tonight. I had no intentions on even entertaining her bullshit setup of Yolo. We were less than a mile away from the club and all I could think about was how warm that nigga's body would be in between these thick ass thighs. My tongue gently coated my lips making them as wet as they were glossed as I thought about his strong thrust busting my sweet little hole in. My legs squeezed together as well as my ass cheeks and then my pelvic wall before releasing them for rest. I started it up again over and over discreetly, careful not to make notice of what I was doing. See, I knew a secret that not many women knew and that was how to keep that pussy sweet and tight. I continued the Kegel exercises up until Flava pulled up into the back of the building out of sight of the club’s cameras, into the darkness.

  “Why are we all the way fucking back here? Um, these are Louboutins you know.” I stated in disgust.

  “Ok and bitch these are Giuseppe heels. You think I wanna ruin my hard earned three thousand dollars?” She retorted in anger.

  “Your hard earned three thousand dollars? Ha! From my understanding you don’t even lift a finger in your quaint mini mansion let alone at somebody’s place of employment.” I smirked exiting the car and walking off.

  “Look, I ain’t got time to argue with you. I’ve got enough on my damn plate. But for the fucking record, my man doesn’t want me to work so I don’t work. I’m supposed to stay at home and take care of the—“

  “The what? The house and the kids? Yeah, right.” I turned staring her square in the eye before walking back off headed towards the front of the building.

  “At least I got something to fall back on. The fuck do you have?” Flava mumbled.

  “What did you say?” I asked pretending like I didn’t hear her.

  “Ha ha ha.” She responded as we neared the long as line outside the front entrance.

  “Hmph. That’s what I thought.”

  Even though I did hear her, I just wanted to see if that bitch was woman enough to say that shit to my face rather than under her breath. A piece of me wanted her to say something stupid so I could drop her silly ass right where the hell she stood. But then again that would have fucked up my whole night. I had put this off for too long and it was high time I got what I deserved. Every time I was near him I could sense that he was miserable with Flava. He wanted sons and I could give him a whole fleet of them all he had to do was plant his seeds.

  “Hey Spook.” She said walking right up to one of the bouncers slipping some crisp folded bills into his shirt pocket and tossing him a wink. “I’d like to surprise my husband tonight if you don’t mind.”

  “Sure thing Mrs. Cruz. Go right in.” He replied in a low tone smiling back at her.

  I followed close behind turning back to catch him getting a clear view of our backsides as we walked on. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my lips turned up in repugnance as I turned back around heading up the cement stairs to the front door of Passions. That nigga didn’t have enough commas next to his dollars to fuck with this. But he could do whatever he wanted with his busted ass spectacles.

  On the outside of the club was pure silence aside from the noisy voices of the awaiting crowd. But once we hit that front door, the ambiance hit us like a ton of bricks. Nicki Minaj was yapping about having her Moment For Life while I was on my way to create one. The music was so loud in fact that I couldn’t even hear what the hell Flava was griping about as she leaned back from in front of me. Everything was tuned out once I feasted my eyes on the man of the hour, Yolo.

  He dressed in an all black tailored made suit, I wondered if that was his favorite color. There were so many people around him he could have been mistaken for a rich and famous celebrity. I tried not to stare but once the picture of everything I could have with this nigga flashed before my eyes, I couldn’t hide the drool that formed in the crevices of my lips. I licked gently to sop it back up into my mouth as Flava broke my concentration.

  “Go wait at the bar.” She yelled into my ear. “The bitch told me she’d have a yellow rose in her hair and I think I just spotted the slut. Watch me; keep your eyes on me. Got it?”

  I shook my head not even willing to compete with the loud ass music. She handed me a crisp hundred-dollar bill as she walked away. I looked down into my hand wondering if this was her way of trying to pay me off for this simple ass task. Nonetheless, I turned to the bartender and ordered a top shelf Long Island, blue. A few seconds later, he handed me my change and skirted me my drink as if he had already had a bunch of them premade for the night. Flava was sitting over in a booth talking to the female like she was actually going to get something accomplished tonight. The two of them rose from their seats simultaneously and headed over to Yolo and his crew in the cut all leaned against the back wall near the winding staircase.

  The confrontation had begun and it was nothing but pure entertainment for me. I sat there finishing up my drink since there was nothing else better to watch. It looked like a bad Jerry Springer show, one that I was unable to listen to due to the loud ass music. I could see them pointing and yelling all in his face but like a boss he held his ground. He didn’t crack a smile nor did they knock him off his square and make him angry. Yolo was just as calm and collective as he was before they showed up cackling in his face. I sat the glass on the bar and walked off headed for a nearby corner of the room so that Flava couldn’t find me when she was done. Shoving my way through the crowd of people, my eyes looked up and gradually became as fiery red as the flames in the pits of Hell.

  "Ain't this a bitch?" The words flew from lips.

  Chapter 8-

  **Cesar

  We walked in hand in hand stepping through Passions’ doors like we were Will and Jada already knee deep in years with our love. There was not a broad in the whole joint who could touch or compare to her in my eyes. We moved through the crowd with ease, but I caught a glimpse of the drama happening right in front of Yolo’s face. That was some shit I wasn’t prepared to deal with, deciding to make our way to the bar until he finished handling that.

  SMACK!

  “Nigga this is what the fuck you been doing since you left me?” Mink said rushing me in the middle of the crowd slapping me upside the head like she had lost her damn mind.

  “Bitch is you crazy or something? Key words, I left your ass! Who the fuck are you to check me?” I spat grabbing her arms roughly and shaking her to calm her ass down.

  “Baby, you got this shit or you need me to handle this bitch?” Lasha asked stepping in the mix.

  “Handle me? Bitch I will toss your baby doll lo
oking ass, ho! You don’t know me like that!” Mink yelled feverishly. "Cesar she don't know me! You better get her! You better get her!"

  “Yeah handle you! You fake ass bitch!” Lasha yelled back laughing in hysteria.

  “Naw baby don’t let this bitch knock you off your square. She ain’t shit and I’m not about to let y’all fight in this motherfucka. Mink you need to take your ass on somewhere with that shit.” I intervened.

  “Oh, I ain't shit now, Cesar? Really? So is this the bitch you tryin’ to have around my son? Is this the bitch you trying to replace me with?” Mink huffed. “She ain’t even that fucking cute.”

  I turned back towards Lasha to see if those words affected her but they hadn’t. She just stood there laughing sinisterly enough that it even had me looking at her crazy. But I brushed it off feeling like she just wanted to instill fear in Mink’s heart. What she didn’t know was that Mink was as ghetto as she wanted to be and fought ruthless and dirty. I couldn’t allow her to get fucked up in that matter no matter if she could hold her own or not.

  “Listen babe,” I began as I turned to Lasha. “Let me calm this bitch down and get this shit through her head. Have a seat at the bar and order whatever you like. Tell him I sent you.”

  “Okay baby. Handle your business.” Lasha tongued me down before rolling her eyes as she pimped to the bar.

  She knew she had my heart so she didn’t have to worry about this daddy dick going nowhere. Before I knew it I yanked up Mink’s arm leading her out of the club and down the stairs to the pavement of the parking lot. My mind was so fucked up by the way she showed her ass inside, that I couldn’t even speak to her until I calmed down. I knew that if I didn’t I was going to haul off and slap the fuck out of her. Without noticing, I had made it all the back to my Infinity truck.

  “What the fuck do you think you are doing, Mink?” I asked walking up close, standing nose to nose with her. “You got what you wanted.”

  “You’ve got no idea what I want.” She replied folding her arms and pouting her over glossed lips.

  “Really? You wanted freedom to fuck any nigga out here and you got it. Stop worrying about me and what I'm doing and go get on your job. Go slang some pussy. All you doing is trippin'. Why you actin’ like you don’t know what this is?”

  “Because you belong to me, Cesar. We have a fuckin’ son together. You can’t just throw me away like a piece of trash!” Mink yelled as people began walking past.

  “Would you shut the fuck up, man?” I snapped grabbing her arm and escorting her inside the truck.

  “Oh so this is your new truck, huh? You done traded in my old truck for this shit? This truck is half mine you know.”

  “You don’t own shit bitch.” I bellowed getting in the driver’s seat trying hard not to slam the door out of anger. “I switched that Jeep into my name years ago because you weren’t taking care of shit and you know it. Don’t try to claim shit now.”

  I could see her eyes scan the inside of the truck in jealousy for signs of her, Lasha. When she found none she reached over to caress my leg the way she used to do back when we were together. I quickly brushed that shit off though. She wasn’t slick and I wasn’t about to be a fool letting this ho back into my life again. Besides, I had a good thing going on and I was never about to fuck that up.

  “Why are you talking to me like you’ve never loved me?” She asked putting on the puppy dog eyes. "Like you never cared about me."

  “Because you’re deadly venom, a fucking vacuum. All you want to do is suck a nigga’s dick and pockets dry.” I snapped. “Ain’t nobody got time for that or you.”

  “You don’t know what I want. I’ve changed, Cesar. Can’t you see that? I just want to be a family for our son and our unborn child.”

  “Oh now it’s our son? Mink, you’ve never gave a damn about anybody but yourself so how can you sit here and tell me you’ve changed in a matter of weeks?” I asked turning to her and pausing for reaction. “Oh…let me guess. That nigga you was fucking with left your ass high and dry, didn’t he? That's whose baby you're pregnant with.”

  “No! No! I left him, fuck him. All I want is you. I told you that and this baby is yours Cesar. Its yours.” She replied snatching my hand placing it over her flat stomach.

  “Well you can’t have me. I’m a taken man and you doing all of this is not going to make me believe that this is my baby.”

  "What do I have to do to make you understand that I'm pregnant with your baby?" She asked with glossy eyes.

  "Have the baby, first of all. Then after that there's nothing better than that DNA test. If its proven to be mine then I'll most definitely take care of my seed. You know that."

  "And what about us?"

  "Mink, listen to me. There is no us! Us is no more. I'm with somebody and I'm happier than I've ever been. Quit sweatin' me."

  “So you just jump out of one relationship right into the next unless you have been fucking this bitch all along.” She woofed.

  “You know her name, so you ain’t gotta keep disrespecting her like that and no we weren’t fucking around when you and I were together. Anyway, I don’t owe you shit. No explanation, no conversation, none of that. At this point, I’m being nice and you’re pushing me.”

  “So what am I supposed to do then, Cesar? I’m still in love with you.” She whimpered like she was about to cry.

  “Get over it! I’m not in love with you anymore and honestly I haven't been for a long motherfucking time now. I just stayed with you to try and be a man of my word and keep our family together but you blew that all to hell.”

  “Naw, I’m not even trying to hear that.” Mink replied seductively as she maneuvered her body halfway over to my seat kissing me softly on my neck.

  “Hmm, well, hear this.” I said sliding out the seat and exiting the truck. “Don’t worry. You can sit here for as long as you need to. I ain’t worried about you stealin’ it. Oh and don’t worry about locking the doors on your way out. It’ll do that automatically.” I said slamming the door, heading back into the club. “I’ll be to get my son like I said and that's the only thing I ever want to talk to you about ever.”

  **Mink

  “ARGHHHHH!” I screamed as I watched his body grow smaller and smaller the further away from me he became headed back towards the club.

  His coldness cut me deep like a razor blade to my jugular vein. I wanted to rip the seats out of the car and scrape the paint off with my keys. I wanted to find a brick and bash every fucking window out of his precious brand new truck. I wanted revenge so badly on the way he was making me feel but something inside of me knew that I probably deserved it. It was the only thing that calmed me down, the only thing that made me think logically. Seeing him made me forget the whole reason why I was at the club in the first place. He thought he was so big and bad but he didn’t anticipate what I had in store for him. If I became Yolo’s new queen bitch that would mean no more cash flow for him or his little bitch girlfriend once I convinced Yolo that Cesar was a traitor.

  I searched the car for something, anything that might belong to her. I just needed to know something about her besides her name and the fact that she was a broke bitch working for Home Depot. The armrest was empty and there was nothing under the seats or above the sun visors. The car was brand spanking new so it seemed hopeless until I opened the glove compartment. Sitting inside was a nice dirt black gun. It was different from his other one, not like the one he had pointed at Cash weeks ago. I hated guns, barely even knew how to shoot one but I wanted it. I only wanted it because it was his and because I knew he would go crazy looking for it. That would teach him.

  The gun took up all of the space inside of my small clutch but it was worth it. A few minutes later I found myself back inside the club headed for the bathroom just to clear my head and regroup to face Yolo. I didn’t want to be all distraught and crazy looking from my run in with Cesar. I had to clear him from my memory so I could put my confidence on high in front of the man who
truly mattered. I checked my makeup in the mirror and freshened my lip gloss tucking it down inside of my strapless bra. For a moment it seemed as if I was in the bathroom alone but once one of the toilets flushed I knew I was wrong. I towed my clutch to the other side of the double faucet sink so whomever that was wouldn’t be tempted to compliment me on my bag and try to touch it in the process.

  “Ugh, I swear they need to stock the tissue in the stalls completely instead of making us chicks fight for the one stall that has some.” Lasha said as she walked up to the sink still with her head lowered attempting to wash her hands.

  “Really?” I answered harshly.

  “Oh, its you.” She said finally looking up into my eyes. “Let me let you know something. I don’t want to fight you, but don’t tempt me. Okay?”

  “Please. Like I would waste all this beauty whooping your ass? Naw, you can have my refrigerated leftovers, for now.”

  “Mink, what makes you think you have a shot in Hell of getting that man back? He despises you to the point where just thinking about you makes him wanna vomit.” Lasha smirked leaning in closer as if I couldn’t hear her from a few feet away. "He's tasting new pussy now, slut."

  “Hmm, that ain’t what he was just saying out there in y’all new truck.” I spat nastily licking my lips and rubbing my hands from my inner thighs to the outer part teasing her. "He was all in between my thighs whispering in my ear all of the nasty things he wants to do to me tomorrow when he comes to get our son."

  "Is that all you've got?"

  "Huh?"

  "Is that all you can come up with to try and piss me off?" Lasha stated placing her hands on her hips. "See what you fail to realize is that I'm not a simple bitch who believes everything some whore tells her."

  "What did you just say to me?"