by Mike Sanders
Precious smiled devilishly as she read the look in Justice’s eyes.
“So, Lucy Lu, you might wanna be mindful of who you threaten the next time you open your mouth ’cause you neva know who might know what you think they don’t know, feel me?”
Justice stammered, “I…I don’t know what you talkin’ about. You need to get outta my office and outta my building before—”
“Oh, I think you do know what I’m talkin’ about. But that’s gonna just be between the three of us...for now.” She looked back at Virgin and winked. “But right now, me and Virgin got a couple of VIPs lined up out there. So, we gonna finish out the rest of this night, and tomorrow night, and the next night, and the night after that, and...you get the idea.” Precious scowled at Justice, then turned to Virgin, “You ready to finish getting this money?” Just that quickly, the tables had been turned a whole 360 degrees.
“No doubt,” Virgin replied as she arose from the sofa and headed for the door with Precious right behind her.
When Precious reached the door she turned to look at Justice, “Holla at cha later, boss lady.” The sarcasm was thick.
Then they were out the door.
Toni was standing outside the door waiting for the girls to exit. As soon as they came out, Toni went in.
“How much time you give them to get their shit and get out?” she asked Justice. Then she noticed the look on Justice’s face. “Girl, what happened?”
Justice buried her head in her desk and ignored Toni’s question. After a few minutes, Justice raised her head and stated a weak “They’re staying.”
“What?”
She looked at Toni and told her, “Lemme think for a minute. Come back in thirty minutes and we’ll talk.”
She watched as Toni reluctantly left the office. As soon as the door was closed Justice’s mind began reeling. She tried to come up with scenarios as to how the two girls could possible know her secret.
After about twenty minutes of pondering over this, she came to the conclusion that the two girls couldn’t possibly know what they were talking about. They had to be speculating on rumors. This wasn’t the first time Justice had heard about her past of setting niggas up to be robbed, but it was the first time the word “murder” had been mentioned.
Speculation or not, Justice decided that she couldn’t take the chance of letting those two bitches keep that secret dangling over her head. She opened her desk drawer and looked down at the .9mm she kept stashed there for protection. She picked it up and had flashbacks of the day she’d killed J.T. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would have to pull the trigger again to take a life, but the way she figured it, she had no choice.