by Twyla T
“He’s been good to you, Chyna,” Ashley replied.
The waitress came with their food and gave the girls the distraction they needed. Alyssa started talking about school and wanting to pledge, and everyone welcomed the change of topic with ease. They ate their food, sipped champagne, and enjoyed the rest of the night. When they finished their meals, Chyna grabbed the gift and gave it to Ashley. When she opened it, she screamed. “Oh my!! Did you all really buy this for me?” Ashley said hysterically. She put the Cartier bracelet on immediately. Chyna saw Ashley look at it every time they were together shopping, so she told the girls they should get it for her birthday. It had pink gold, pink sapphires, and diamonds. To say it was beautiful was an understatement. “Thank you all soooo much!!” Ashley said again.
“You’re welcome,” the trio said in unison. They snapped pictures, posted them on social media, and finally said their goodbyes after laughing and talking a little while longer. Chyna was ready to leave, so she could call Babyface before dreadfully going to Pete’s place.
Chapter 12
Vice was trying his best to stick to the plan, but every day he wanted to quit his job and so did Vinny. “We gotta stick to the plan, man. I’m ready to walk outta this bitch myself, but we gotta stick to the plan because that will help us stay low-key.”
“This Big Mac was supposed to be with no onions!” the crew trainer yelled to the back.
“We sent the one up without onions. You must have grabbed the wrong one,” Vinny said before Vice could reply. “This the shit I be talking bout bruh,” Vinny vented to his boy after he was asked to make another sandwich.
“We only got one more hour, then we got shit to handle,” Vice replied. On the outside, he was calm, cool, and collected but, on the inside, he was pissed the fuck off. Money was rolling in, but he just couldn’t quit because he knew Big Mama would be on his ass like white on rice.
Vice and Vinny both hauled ass out of McDonald’s as soon as their shift ended. Since Babyface went ahead and bought a car, Vice didn’t have to wait when it was time to get off. “Let’s go handle this shit. Sean should be at the spot waiting on us and Babyface will be there as soon as he’s done with his school shit,” Vice said.
“Bet, let’s get the fuck away from here,” Vinny agreed. They hopped in the Buick and headed towards Georgetown. Vice met a chick there and broke her off with some dick, and she agreed to let them handle business there from time to time. Both of their products was selling like crazy in that area and they loved it. They would have to order a new shipment within the next week, which was two weeks earlier than they planned.
“Started from the bottom, now we’re here. Started from the bottom, now my whole team fucking here,” Vice sang along with Drake as he drove. “The way we putting in this work, we on our mu’fuckin way man,” Vice said to Vinny.
“Got damn right,” Vinny replied and pulled a blunt out of his pocket. Just as he was about to light it up, a cop got behind them. Vice got nervous as fuck when he thought about the two bricks he had in the trunk, along with one of his pistols under the seat, so he knew he had to be extra careful. He told Vinny to put the blunt back up and don’t make any sudden moves. The cop rode behind them for about three or four miles, then turned on his lights. “Fuck,” Vice said angrily. The police drove around them and sped down the highway. Vice let out a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding. “I don’t wanna even be near cops man. As much as they killing niggas and getting away with the shit. I get pissed the fuck off just seeing em,” Vice said after he was sure they were in the clear.
“I feel you on that shit. Don’t ever get caught in Madison man. They harass you just for being black,” Vinny said.
They finally made it to their destination, parked, and Vice called Bri to let her know he was outside and about to come up. They sat there for a few minutes and took a few pulls from the blunt before going up. “I use to know a Bri over here, but there are quite a few of em… I hope you ain’t fucking with the one I knew. That bitch be burning. I choked her ass because I thought she got me, but my dick was clean,” Vinny stated.
“If it is the same one, she ain’t shit but a jump off and I wraps my shit up every time, but I hope it’s a different hoe because I’ma be looking at her sideways,” Vice said and laughed. He went on to explain to Vinny that none of their product would ever be in Bri’s crib; they just needed a lookout place while they were in the area. He was working on a spot that could be used as a trap house anyway. Babyface gave Vice a constant reminder to not trust any of the random hoes he fucked because he knew there would be plenty that he fucked with and Vice agreed.
Bri opened the door, right as Vice was about to knock. “What’s up ma?” he said as he walked in.
“You,” she replied as she grabbed his dick when he walked by. When Vinny walked in behind Vice, Bri thought she saw a ghost. “What the fuck? Y’all muthafuckas tryna set me up or sumn?” Bri asked angrily.
“Oh shit… I guess it is the same one dawg,” Vice said while laughing. Bri didn’t find shit funny because she was standing there wanting to slap the shit out of him and he walked by her unbothered.
“Same girl,” Vinny snickered.
“What the fuck you tell him?” Bri screamed.
“Calm that shit down. We ain’t even here for all that,” Vice scoffed. Bri thought about how good Vice’s dick was and calmed down immediately. She silently hoped Vinny’s ass hadn’t fucked her up.
“Ima let you handle your business. Just lock the door when you leave and call me later,” Bri hastily replied.
“Bet,” was all that Vice said and looked down at his phone when he received a text message.
Candy: I’m ready to hop on that dick again.
Vice: Oh yeah?
Candy: Hell yeah!!
Vice: Make that shit happen then
Candy: Oh I will… gotta work tonight but come through when I get off.
Vice: Bet
RATATATAT! RATATAT! RATATAT! RATATAT!
Vice and Vinny instantly fell to the floor when the sound of gunfire broke out. As soon as it stopped, they both hopped up, put their hands on their guns, and ran outside. When they walked out, whoever did the drive-by was gone. Vice surveyed the scene and his eyes landed on a body on the ground. He was sure it was Bri, but he couldn’t tell if she was ducking for cover or if she had been hit. The closer he walked, he realized she had been hit. “Damn,” he said to himself. A crowd began to form and people started talking about what they saw.
“Call 911!” someone yelled.
“Oh my God!! Is that Bri?” another person asked. Someone ran up and flipped Bri over to check for a pulse and it was clear that Bri died right away.
“Who the fuck did this?” Vice fumed.
“It was a grey Cutlass,” a girl said through tears.
“Did you see who was in the car?” Vinny asked the girl and she shook her head no.
Vice saw Babyface pull up, so he started walking towards his car. “What the fuck going on here?” Babyface asked when he saw the expression on his cousin’s face.
“Man… some pussy ass niggas just did a drive-by. And how bout the chick that was letting us use her crib got hit. Ain’t that some shit?” Vice lividly stated. “You think it was some niggas after us?” Vice curiously asked.
“Any got damn thang is possible,” Babyface said while thinking and shaking his head. Sirens could be heard in the distance and Vice said they needed to dip.
“Nah… we gotta move slow. If we rush away these, people gonna think we suspects,” Babyface told him.
“Yeah, you right. She asked me to lock her door, but I ain’t goin back near her crib,” Vice said while shaking his head from side to side telling Babyface there was no way he was going back. They eased towards the crowd, so that they could blend in with everyone else.
Vice filled Babyface in on their scare with the cops riding behind them and having shit in the car. “That coulda been a fucked up situation if we w
oulda got stopped,” Vice said after he ran the story down to his cousin.
“Damn sholl coulda… I think I got the perfect plan to keep product out of our vehicles at all times. Give me a few days to think hard on it a little more,” Babyface replied. Sean walked up while they were talking, with a confused look on his face. “We’ll fill you in later,” Babyface told him. Once the crowd started dispersing, they all agreed to meet up at their spot in Brown Bottom in twenty minutes and left. They needed to split product and Babyface needed to make sure the team was still solid and talk about expansion.
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Babyface was the first to arrive at the trap house. A weird feeling overcame him as soon as he parked and was getting out of his car. He locked the Impala and headed towards the spot. The car he got wasn’t his car of choice, but Chyna told him it was perfect because it wasn’t too flashy, and he agreed and took her advice. Babyface took the safety off of his gun and turned the silencer on because he felt like some shit was about to go down.
Walking slowly to the door, he could tell that someone had tried to get in but was unsuccessful because of the extra locks he had put on. After unlocking the door, Babyface slowly crept in, pulling his gun all of the way out since he was now out of sight of neighbors. “I’m tripping. Ain’t shit going on,” he told himself and relaxed just a little. BOOM!! That sound came from the back room and Babyface ran back that way and found someone falling inside through the window. “What the fuck? Nigga, you got a muthafuckin death wish!!” Babyface fumed. When the guy reached for his pocket, Babyface let off one shot to his heart.
He sent the emergency code to the crew, even though he knew they should already be en route. Babyface walked closer and watched the man bleed to death. He bent down and felt his pocket and confirmed he was, in fact, reaching for his gun and shook his head. A few minutes later, he heard Vice, Vinny, and Sean furiously walk inside and he told them he was in the back.
“What the fuck going on?” Vice asked. Then, his eyes landed on the body on the floor. Vinny and Sean walked closer and immediately knew who the man was.
“This muthafucka finally got caught. This nigga stay robbing people and nobody could ever catch his ass,” Sean snapped.
“I’m glad I came when I did, but what the fuck was the window doing unlocked anyway?” Babyface fumed.
“These windows ain’t shit to unlock from the outside to a known criminal. We probably need to change these shits out,” Vinny retorted.
“I damn sholl wish you woulda said that shit earlier, but it all worked out. Let me call Corey and get the number to the cleanup crew he suggested. Didn’t think we would need the shit so soon,” Babyface irately replied. Babyface instructed them to check the product because he didn’t, then he went to make the phone call. “All this shit comes with the mu’fuckin territory,” he told them before walking out of the room.
Chapter 13
Candy and Ki were dressed and ready to leave for work when Ki received a call about a private party. When the caller told her she could make five grand, Ki knew she was about to call in. She knew she would make great tips on a Friday night at work, but a private party was much easier, with more money, and it was more entertaining with the possibility of making more than the set fee. Ki told the caller she would be there and told them she would probably bring her girl and informed them to text her the address. Ki could have taken the whole five thousand by herself, but she always looked out for her girl so when she got off the phone, she put her up on game and Candy was all in. Twenty-five hundred each wasn’t bad at all for a few hours anyway. They double checked themselves, agreed that they both looked fly as hell, and dipped out when Ki received the address via text message.
As Candy was driving and heading towards the Fairfield Inn by Marriott in Brandon, her and Ki sang Trap Queen along with Fetty Wap, while passing some Kush back and forth. They got high as fuck as they sang, laughed, and talked shit while on the way to make some easy money. Nicki Minaj’s Truffle Butter, featuring Drake and Lil Wayne, filled the car next.
“Uh, thinkin out loud, I must have a quarter million on me right now. Hard to make a song bout somethin’ other than money… two things I’m bout is talkin’ blunt and staying blunted. Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?” Ki and Candy tried to out sing each other and they both sounded like a hit dog.
They got out of the car after freshening up and headed up to the fifth floor. Hearing the music before they knocked, Candy and Ki looked at each other and started shaking their asses to the country music and giggling. They were feeling themselves something serious. Ki knocked and someone opened the door within a few seconds. “Let’s make this money biihhh,” Ki turned around and squealed to her home girl before heading inside. When they walked in and looked around, they were surprised to only see three men there. Ki was under the impression that were dancing for a bachelor party and expected a room full of niggas.
“This a bachelor party?” Ki asked confused. She was down for whatever, but she didn’t want to be misled in any type of way.
“Yeah… I just wanted a different type of bachelor party? Y’all cool with that?” the man asked, then threw back a shot of Hennessy.
“We down, but business always comes first,” Ki pressingly said.
“Oh, I understand that,” the man said and went and got his checkbook.
“We take cash,” Candy said when she saw him writing a check.
“I don’t have that much cash on me, but this check is good. I promise,” the guy pouted.
“Don’t make us have to fuck y’all up,” Ki said in a high pitched voice, as she felt herself getting angry and getting played.
“You can’t threaten us,” one of the other men slurred and said.
“It ain’t a threat. It’s a promise. I don’t give a fuck if y’all are cops,” Ki said and Candy agreed.
“The check is good… let’s get down to business pretty ladies,” the guy with the checkbook said while handing Ki the check. Ki took the check and told them to give her and Candy a few moments to get ready. They went into the bathroom and came up with a plan to get some security on the three men, just in case. Ki’s connect told her they were secret clients, so she figured they were white; she just didn’t know that they would be police officers. The fact that they had their uniforms on was stupid for them but great for Ki and Candy, just in case. They changed into their costumes that had secret cameras that would capture just enough. One fuck up in the past made them both step up their game. They were all about making money, not getting over on people, but they wouldn’t tolerate be fucked over.
“You ready boo? You already know what these fools got in mind. Asses in love with black pussy but don’t want a soul to know,” Ki said annoyed.
“Yep, I’m as ready as can be,” Candy said.
When the girls walked out of the bathroom, Ki connected her phone to the Bluetooth speaker and Pony by Ginuwine filled the room. Candy and Ki hopped on the middle coffee table and crawled to the center and started their show. They grinded on each other and felt each other up, turning the men on. When they started kissing, the men started making their way to the bed. When Oh My by Tweet came on, the girls started taking some of their costumes off. They disposed of just enough to get the men going. Ki and Candy broke away from each other and grabbed whichever man was the closest to them and stripped their clothes off of them. The third guy was sitting in the chair across the room, recording them and jacking himself off. Candy turned towards him and smiled seductively.
Candy turned back around and started giving her guy a hand massage, which led to her sucking his dick. Ki was doing the exact same thing. They stopped every so often and fixed the men shots to throw back, trying to get them sloppy drunk. After seeing that the men could handle their liquor and not getting drunk like they wanted, Ki and Candy took their game up a notch. Ki went and got the guy that was recording and brought him over with the rest of the guys. She began to kiss him and stroking his dick.
Before you know, they all were in a group orgy. Ki and Candy made sure that they got shots of the cops touching each other as a backup plan, just in case they ever needed to use this information in the future. What was supposed to be a couple of hours turned into a whole night of freaky activities that none of them would ever forget.
Chapter 14
Chyna was lying in her bed, outlining a paper for English Comp I. Her mind drifted to the day before and she got an exhilarating feeling when she thought about what she pulled off. When she met up with Babyface later Friday night and he told her that he would give her idea a try, she remained calm on the outside but, on the inside, she was feeling a rush. She initially told him that she wanted to do this for money and independence, which was true, but she left out the part that she would do anything just to be connected to him. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
After he explained what he needed her to do, she told him that wouldn’t be a problem at all, but she didn’t know if Pete had made plans or not, so she wrecked her brain to come up with a believable excuse, just in case he made plans and she had forgotten. On Saturday around noon, Pete called and told her that he was going out with the guys that night and she was hardly able to contain her excitement. “You cool with that?” She remembered him asking her and she told him of course. The feelings that she had for him were pretty much gone and it was about time that she stopped leading him on, but she knew her parents would never accept Babyface, so she had to think it through before making a move.
Chyna drove and met Babyface in The Bottom the night before, right after it got dark. He loaded her car up with product, and she delivered with no problem at all. He almost backed out on letting her make the delivery, but she showed him her gun and guaranteed him that she would be just fine. “I might need to ride with you on the first run,” Babyface told her and Chyna told him that would defeat the purpose of the entire plan, so he stood back and let her go. It took her two hours to make the deliveries, and she headed back to the main trap house and met Babyface.