by Tanya Ridley
They questioned me for several more hours before they had to let me go. They didn’t have anything on me anyway. I’d admitted that I left with Praise, but they couldn’t put me at the crime scene. The building did have cameras, but the footage from that night was missin’.
I walked out the station a free woman and had Ace to thank for that. Whatever his goons did that night worked, and was obviously professional. They covered my tracks like I was the invisible woman. Now I knew why Ace kept them around. They were worth it.
After my ordeal with the two detectives I needed a hot shower and to chill for a moment. I made it back to my apartment only to see Ace and one of his thugs parked outside my building.
Ace got out of the passenger’s side with his trademark evil look. He looked good in his wife beater, baggy jeans and black Nike boots.
“Mya, everything good wit’ you?” he asked.
“Nothin’ that I can’t handle.”
“We heard that the police picked you up a few hours ago.”
Damn, news travels fast in the hood. “Don’t worry. I ain’t a snitch, so take that bullshit somewhere else. Your people did a good job, so I don’t have nothin’ to worry about, right?” I asked.
He just looked at me and ignored my question, which pissed me off. I wasn’t in the mood for his usual silent treatment. “Look, I need a fuckin’ shower. If you’re comin’ up cool, if not, just bounce. I had a stressful day, and if you ain’t tryin’ to break me off, then I don’t need this shit right now.” I was blunt and stern, but I didn’t care.
If Ace didn’t want to fuck me, then I had plenty of other niggahs to call who would happily give me what I wanted. I looked at him for a moment and sucked my teeth. He still hadn’t said a word. I was fed up with his nonchalant cocky attitude. He was fine, but his attitude was gettin’ played out with me. I turned around and left him standin’ there alone.
I walked into my apartment and began takin’ off my clothes, leaving a small trial from the door to my bathroom. I turned on the shower and sighed from the stressful day. I knew the streets would be talkin’, so from here on out, it was game time. Killing Praise was bringing down a lot of heat on me, so I had to watch my back now more than ever.
The shower calmed me down, as the runnin’ warm water smacked against my breasts. The force of the water on my tender nipples was startin’ to make me extremely horny. I needed some dick, and immediately thought of a few niggahs that were worth my time and would be able to please me the way I needed to be please.
As I gathered my thoughts, I heard a strange noise from the living room. I became suspicious and quickly turned the water off. I stepped out the shower drippin’ wet and went for my gun that was stashed under my sink. I kept it loaded at all times, just in case somethin’ popped off.
I picked up the gun and quietly walked into the living room naked. Whoever was in my house was about to see a show in more ways than one. I had an itchy trigger finger, and didn’t take too kindly to someone creepin’ around my crib.
As I entered the room, I crept around corners like I was one of the members of Charlie’s Angels. After lookin’ around for a few minutes, everything seemed to be in order. Maybe my nerves are getting to me. Yeah, I need some dick so I can calm down. I relaxed a bit, bringin’ the gun down to my side, but as soon as I did, a dark figure quickly loomed out of nowhere. Before I could raise my weapon, someone pushed me against the wall, causin’ the gun to fall out of my hand.
“Chill Mya, it’s no need for that.” I heard his voice and immediately knew who it was.
At that point, I didn’t know if he was a friend or foe. Everybody was probably tryin’ to kill me, so I didn’t trust anyone. I knew Ace and Donte were mad because I’d vouched for Diamond and that she’d fucked up the hit. I’d gone behind their backs to spare her life. If he was here to kill me, I wish he would stop tauntin’ me and get the shit over with.
“Get da fuck off me!” I shouted.
Ace’s hold on me was strong. “Chill, girl I ain’t here to hurt you,” he said.
“So what you here for!” I barked.
Of course he didn’t say a word. He kept his hold on me and stared into my eyes, not givin’ me any indication what was gonna happen next.
“For the second time, you need to chill,” he commanded.
“No!” I shouted, standing my ground. “Why you in my place sneakin’ around?”
“It ain’t like that. I don’t have any beef wit’ you, Mya. I’m just here to watch your back. Meeka put a twenty thousand dollar hit on your head for killing Praise,” he informed.
“That bitch!”
“So do you wanna chill and trust me, or do I gotta get real ugly,” he said, in a demandin’ tone. His eyes never left mine.
I was pissed that Praise’s dumb ass girl, Meeka had the fuckin’ nerve to come at me. It was only right for her to lash out at me to gain her respect and credibility back after the way I embarrassed her at the club the other night, but I was still upset.
“Now go put some fuckin’ clothes on,” he ordered. “We need to go take care of somethin’.”
I hated the way he treated me. Here I was standin’ in front of him in my birthday suit and he hadn’t even bothered to look. Yeah, this mutha-fucka is gay, I thought. It was no way a straight dude could stand in front of a drippin’ pussy and not get hard.
I watched as Ace moved away from me and bent down to pick up the gun. He took a seat on my couch and stared at me like I was a fuckin’ clown. “Do you not like pussy?” I asked with my hands on my hips.
He continued to look at me and never said a word.
“Whatever!” I uttered with an attitude and walked into my bedroom to get dressed.
A few hours later, I was sittin’ in the back of a rented minivan holding a Glock in my hand. I had on a short platinum blond wig and dark shades to disguise my identity. I was hyped and ready to prove myself to my crew once again. This wasn’t my first murder and certainly not my last.
Ace sat up front in the passenger seat while another one of his goons, drove us around. It was quiet as we all waited for the victim to loom from out the shadows and into our view for the slaughter. Ace turned around and looked at me. The shades that covered my eyes hid the coldness I’d formed.
“You did good wit’ that Praise thing, so I know this shouldn’t be a problem for you,” he said.
I stared back at him and remained silent. I kept my hand planted firmly around the cold steel, trying to get familiar with the gun. I’d never shot a Glock before, and couldn’t wait to see what kind of mess it could make with my victim. I tried to bring my own gun when we left my apartment, but Ace informed me I would be crazy to use my own.
“That weapon right there is fresh, no bodies are on it,” his goon pointed out. “Make sure you get up close, so you can see what that mutha-fuckin’ steel can do.”
“She’s a soldier,” Ace responded.
His comment made me smile. Hearing him speak so proudly of me, made me want to carry out the hit like a true professional, assassin style. For me, this was personal. I wanted to see the whites in my victim’s eyes, before I spilled their brains out on the pavement.
We sat in the van for another half hour, watching all the activity around us, especially who came and went. The less people that were around to witness what was about to go down, the better. I was starting to get antsy and needed the target to make an appearance.
Suddenly, out of nowhere the mark strutted out the building. “Bingo,” I said.
I watched as Meeka walked down the street, with a small poodle on a leash. We all observed the area around us one more time, just to make sure nobody was around. When the coast was clear, Ace’s goon slowly pulled up to the sidewalk and positioned the vehicle near a bunch of thick shrubberies in the direction she was walkin’ her dog. I cocked the gun and stepped out the van with a stern look on my face.
With my disguise on, and my victim in view, I moved forward. As I quietly walked towar
d her, she had her back to me, which was her first mistake. I could hear her on the phone cursing someone out as her poodle trotted around the bushes, tryin’ to find a place to pee. Meeka was so distracted on her cell-phone, that she never saw me comin’.
Dumb bitch, I thought. Always watch your back.
I raised the gat and aimed it at the back of her head, but for some reason I wanted to see her eyes when I fired the hot slugs into her. Suddenly, the dog noticed me and began barkin’. I guess the lil’ mutha-fucka knew Meeka was in danger.
Meeka instantly turned around with the cell-phone still clutched to her ear, but when she saw me, she dropped the phone like it was on fire.
“Yeah bitch, now what!” I yelled.
She was in shock. She stared at me as the dog continued to bark. “Please don’t….I’ll give you whatever….”
Bang! The first shot went into her skull and her forehead exploded. The force from the gun pushed her back a few feet, and she hit the ground like a fallin’ tree.
I didn’t care what she had to say, I just wanted to see the look on her face when she knew death was near. I walked up to her body, and stared at her. The bullet had hit her inches from her right eye. The dog continued to bark at me from a distance but dared not to come forward.
I fired another round, strikin’ her in the chest just to make sure there was no comin’ back. I looked down at the barkin’ dog, which was annoying the fuck outta me, and fired again.
Ace’s goon pulled the van up and shouted for me to get in. I quickly followed his command without hesitation. I knew the gun was loud and messy, but I loved what it did. The bitch tried to challenge me by puttin’ out a hit, but she was the one who’d fallen on the tip of my sword. I had no regrets on layin’ her ass down.
“Damn Mya, you a cold bitch, you shot the dog too,” the goon said, as he drove the van toward the expressway at top speed.
I just sat in the back with the gun still gripped in my hand and stared out the window. The last expression that Meeka had on her face when she saw me, was so fuckin’ priceless.
Of course Ace was distant and acted as if he could care less about the hit. He just sat in the van like I didn’t even exist. One minute the niggah was giving me props and the next minute you couldn’t pay him to talk.
I wasn’t going to let him ruin my excitement. As I continued to stare out the window, I thought about what it would feel like to be a chick that nobody fucked wit’ in ATL. I wanted my name and reputation to be feared, because I had plans to show this city how hard I could truly get. And if Ace couldn’t give me the respect that I deserved, then he could lay down too. I just didn’t give a fuck.
Chapter 11
Diamond
I arrived at Miami International Airport smiling from ear to ear. I strutted through the airport in my Rock and Republic skinny jeans, sexy halter top and new Gucci bag that matched my luggage. All the men stared as I made my way through the terminal.
It was my first time in Miami and I couldn’t wait to hit South Beach with my bikini. As I began to think about the clubs, the people and the atmosphere, I could barely hold back my excitement.
Once in the baggage claim area, I removed all three pieces of my luggage off the conveyer belt with the help of a male sky cap who either liked what he saw, or wanted a big tip. He was a nice looking guy with a dreamy pair of eyes.
“You here alone, beautiful?” he asked me, in his strong Cuban accent.
I smiled. “Actually no, I’m waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up.”
“I knew you were gonna tell me that disappointing news. Well, if you ever get tired of that man of yours, give me a call.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that he already had his number written down on a piece of paper. “Thanks for the help with my bags, but I see my boyfriend,” I replied.
Scottie walked into the terminal wearing a blue Polo sweat suit, along with a diamond encrusted Presidential Rolex that could be seen from miles away. Seeing his thuggish style immediately turned me on.
I ran up to him and jumped into his arms, causing everyone to stare at us. I gave him a deep kiss that seemed to last forever.
“You miss me, baby,” Scottie asked, with his hands on my ass.
“Yes, can’t you tell? I’m so glad to be here in your arms right now.” At that moment, I realized that he looked different. He’d shaved his head and now rocked a goatee. “Why did you cut your hair?” I asked.
“I just wanted a different look. What’s wrong, you don’t like it?” he asked, putting me back on the floor.
I rubbed his head. “No, it’s fine. I just have to get used to it.”
“Good, where are your bags?”
“By the conveyer belt,” I said, pointing to the huge pieces of luggage. I’m sure by the way I’d packed, Scottie probably thought I was never going home.
As Scottie and I walked over to my bags, I saw the cute sky cap helping another woman. He looked at me and smiled. Another ones bites the dust, I thought.
Scottie called over another sky cap to come get my bags, and all three of us headed out the door with me nestled against my man’s chest.
As we walked out the terminal hand in hand, the fresh air and beautiful Miami sun instantly hit me in the face. “Oh my God, I know I’m going to love it out here,” I stated, staring up at the sky.
“I’m sure you will. It’s pretty addictive,” Scottie responded.
I kept looking up at the cloudless sky as Scottie led me to one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. When he hit the button to unlock the doors to his shinny silver convertible Bentley Continental GTC, I almost fainted. You could tell from the look on everyone’s face that passed by that the car was stupendous.
Scottie displayed a huge smile. “You’re not a baller in Miami if you’re not pushing something like this. You have to do it real big down here, Dee.” He walked over to a guy in an airport security uniform and reached in his pocket. “Thanks for keeping my baby safe,” Scottie said, pulling out a hundred dollar bill.
“No problem, anytime,” the security guy replied.
I could tell by the way the sky cap beamed that he was happy he had my bags. He couldn’t stop smiling and staring at the car, as he placed my bags into the trunk. When he was done, Scottie gave him a hundred dollar bill as well.
“Thank you so much, Sir…thank you,” the sky cap responded.
When we finally got in the car I was in awe at the beautiful cream interior. I started visualizing myself in the driver’s seat with the top down and the wind dancing through my hair. I loved a convertible car. Before driving off, Scottie leaned toward me and planted a huge kiss on my lips.
“I’m so glad to see you, beautiful,” he said.
“I’m so glad I’m here.” Especially in this bad ass car.
“Well, are you ready to see what Miami has to offer?”
“Hell yeah, let’s roll,” I replied, pulling out my favorite Chanel sunglasses.
He dropped the top down as we pulled off, headed toward paradise. I felt like royalty. He took me straight to Ocean Drive, so I could see Versace’s mansion and all the beautiful art deco hotels that lined the famous street. I immediately fell in love with the atmosphere along with the numerous restaurants and boutiques. Everyone walking around looked happy. I guess the intoxicating sun had that affect on everybody.
After touring the Bayside and Bal Harbour areas, we decided to head to Scottie’s place. As he drove, his right hand rested on my thigh and he massaged my leg soothingly, making my pussy moist. I loved riding in his Bentley, it felt like I belonged. This was definitely a come up from living in the projects of Atlanta, Georgia.
When we entered the lavish section of Biscayne Point, it took my breath away. You could tell by all the million dollar homes and luxury cars that there was nothing shabby about this part of Miami.
As soon as we pulled into the gated driveway of Scottie’s 2.8 million dollar waterfront home, my eyes almost popped out of
my head. This house even made the one he owned in Atlanta look like shit.
“You like?” he asked, getting out the car.
“So far, I’m kinda impressed,” I replied. I knew comments like that got under his skin.
“Kind of.” He laughed. “Well, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He grabbed my luggage out the trunk. “Damn, Dee what do you have in these things, dead bodies?” Scottie asked pulling two of the rolling suitcases onto the smooth driveway.
I laughed. “Just a few items,” I replied grabbing the third suitcase.
Once I stepped inside his house, I was overwhelmed by the beauty and structure of his all white palace. I immediately walked over to the huge floor to ceiling window in the living room and looked out onto the breathtaking view of the water. I also admired the infinity pool that was surrounded by several swaying palm trees.
“So what do you think of my place now?” he asked with a smile on his face.
“I’m speechless.”
“I thought you would be,” he replied. “Well, enjoy and relax yourself. This is your place too.”
I almost fell out on the floor after he made that comment. The thought of me living in a place like this was like a dream. I took his advice and stepped out onto deck and stared at the water. This was heaven. A girl like me could get used to this.
I felt that gentle breeze brush against my face, and I thought about how it would feel to make love out here, under the warm blue sky, or under the stars. I closed my eyes, enjoying my life for the moment.
The view was so beautiful it immediately put me in a short daze. I became hypnotized by what Miami had to offer. I didn’t think about Atlanta, Mya, or the bullshit that was going on back home. I felt so peaceful and relaxed, it was a new world for me.
Scottie stepped out onto the deck and embraced me into his arms, with my back pressed against his chest. He stared out at the water with me. “It’s beautiful, just like you.”