by Tanya Ridley
I woke up the next morning with the beautiful bright morning sun peeking through the bedroom window. It was a beautiful day, and I couldn’t wait to see what Scottie had planned. If it was anything like the night before, I was in for a treat. When I rolled over, I noticed that he wasn’t in bed, so I got up and put on my favorite Victoria Secret’s robe and went to see what he was doing. When I found him, he was on the deck naked sipping a glass of orange juice. He turned around and gave me a warm smile.
“Buenos días, beautiful. Did you sleep well?”
“Yes.” I walked out onto the deck and gave him a huge hug. “Why are you always naked at the oddest times?” My thoughts went back to the first time I stayed over his house and he was cooking my breakfast in his birthday suit.
“I don’t know. I guess it just feels like I’m free,” Scottie responded. He gave me a kiss and asked if I wanted some breakfast, and I gladly accepted. I was starving. We talked and chilled on the deck for a moment and then got dressed and went out to get something to eat.
Scottie wanted to take me to his favorite restaurant for breakfast called Wish on Collins Avenue and 8th street. The place was classy and apparently had the best omelette’s and home fries in town. After we ate, Scottie and I talked so long that by the time we finally got up, lunch time had came and gone.
My first week in Miami went extremely well. Every where Scottie and I went we were treated with top notch service, so I felt like a celebrity, or even a queen when I was with him. He made Miami my personal playground when it came to shopping and partying, and spent countless money on me. My favorite place was the Bal Harbour Shops that made our mall in Atlanta look like a flea market. The Shops had every top designer from A to Z. Luckily, Scottie had dropped ten thousand for me to shop with, so I put a serious dent in my favorite stores. My baby was definitely spoiling me.
At night, we hit up clubs like, Opium Garden, Rain and Prive. But our favorite place to hang out was the Rose Bar inside the Delano Hotel. It was a sophisticated place where we could have nice quiet conversations or even start up a game of pool. Wherever we went, it was always the same V.I.P treatment for us, no lines, quick valet parking, and endless bottles of champagne. Scottie had even informed me that he had a few partnerships in some local clubs and restaurants, but he wouldn’t go into detail about it, and once again I didn’t press the issue.
My time in Miami was going by so quickly, that I found myself never wanting to go back home. What was the point anyway? The people I knew in Atlanta, were always about drama and chaos and I wanted more for my life. It was time for me to finally get out the hood, the legal way and start making better decisions. I was having the time of my life with Scottie, and even if it took everything I had, I was gonna make sure it stayed that way.
Chapter 12
Mya
After I murdered Meeka, what was left of Praise’s crew tried to go hard and retaliate against us, but we quickly cut ‘em down like the weeds they were. I had blood on my hands, and my name was beginning to run through the streets like a track star. I’d become the first female enforcer for O.C. and Donte’s crew, and was damn proud of it. I didn’t take shit from anyone, and everyone stayed clear of me, knowin’ what I was all about.
The money started comin’ in lovely after we took over Praise’s territory. I’d stepped up my game by tradin’ in my Denali for a brand new artic white CLK550 Benz. My wardrobe had also been upgraded since our Washington Road takeover. After our lil’ war with Praise’s crew, we became untouchable and no one in Atlanta wanted to fuck wit’ us. I began to live my life like a diva. I no longer needed to rob niggahs. That became petty shit for my status.
Two weeks after my last shootout, I walked into Donte’s house ready to have some fun. Once a month, he hosted a gamblin’ party where guys came from all over Atlanta and the surrounding areas to play craps, blackjack, Georgia skins, or whatever else you were into. The parties normally started on Friday nights and wouldn’t end until Sunday mornin’ dependin’ on how much money was being made. I’d known for Donte and Ace to be at the party for the entire two days without even stoppin’ to take a damn bath. Now that was serious gamblin’. Normally at these parties, Donte invited several girls to come and work the room, and in return they would get loads of cash in tips. I always worked these parties because even if I went and got a niggah a soda, when I returned I would have a fifty dollar tip. Sometimes even a hundred, if I had on an extremely tight outfit.
I strolled into the spot in my short red BCBG wrapped dress and three inch stilettos. I topped off the outfit with some bright red lipstick that made my lips beg for attention. Normally, I didn’t wear red because it reminded me of a prostitute, but tonight that was the look I was going for. I wanted to be a hoe as long as I was a paid one. I concealed my nine millimeter in my Fendi bag, and moved through the apartment with a grim stare. I saw several people bobbin’ their heads to an old Eric B. and Rakeim song as I made my way through the small group of gamblers. I noticed the stares from a few men as I made my way toward Donte’s bedroom to meet up with my crew. During the parties, Donte always had a high rollers room for people who really wanted to get down. The minimum bet on any game was normally five-thousand, so they kept the bedroom door locked at all times and had someone guard the door. This way nobody could get in, but also no one could get out, just in case they didn’t want to pay up. I guess Donte had him a regular fuckin’ Caesar’s Palace.
Before I reached the bedroom door, I noticed a girl with a honey colored complexion keepin’ this one gentlemen company. I had to look twice because she looked a lot like Diamond, and I knew that couldn’t be true. I’d heard she went down to Miami to chill with her bitch ass boyfriend, Scottie. I was sure she’d probably gotten scared knowin’ what was about to go down and moved down there for safety. I’d gone by her crib in the middle of the night a few times, and noticed that her old apartment was completely empty, so that bitch was officially, M.I.A. But didn’t she know that if I wanted to find her down there I could. Obviously Diamond was underestimating me and more importantly, my skills. Before I could walk over and confirm if really was Diamond, the look-alike turned around. Oh, shit that’s not her, I thought. Besides, I knew she couldn’t be that dumb. Damn near everybody in the house was a part of my crew, and wanted her ass dead.
I walked over to the high rollers entrance where one of Donte’s goons was standin’ guard tryin’ to look intimidating for the crowd. I laughed because the niggah looked like he was tryin’ to protect the President.
I eyed him down, and he glared back at me like I was a fuckin’ pain in the ass.
“You got a problem wit’ me?” I asked.
“Nah, Mya, I ain’t got no beef wit’ you,” he said, in a very stern tone.
“So why you lookin’ at me like that?”
“Hey, I’m a man so I’m just lookin’. … that’s all,” he replied.
I didn’t like his attitude toward me.
“You like what you see?” I walked closer to him and placed my hand gently on his chest, then slowly moved it down until my hand rested on his crotch.
He tried to tense up, but I felt the excitement spread throughout his body as I squeezed his dick tenderly; caressin’ the small bulge he had growin’ in his jeans.
“Go ahead, and say it. I know you wanna fuck me, and I can probably make it happen for you,” I teased.
He tried to keep his thuggish composure, as he allowed me to fondle him for everyone to see. I began caressin’ him, and he reluctantly let a slight moan escape from his mouth.
I wanted to see how far, I could go with this dude, so I continued with my lil’ game. Besides, if I ever needed a niggah to help me bring Donte’s ass down he might be the one. “Imagine my thick lips wrapped around your dick,” I whispered in his ear.
I suddenly felt his erection on the rise.
“Mya, please stop. You belong to Donte,” he said softly.
My eyebrows began to wrinkle. “What? I don’t belong to
no one. Donte’s name ain’t engraved on my pussy. I’m wit’ whoever I want.”
He just stood there. I knew he was contemplatin’ the sexual offer. I knew I had him so excited that he was willin’ to betray his loyalty to Donte just to get a taste of me. I knew he was weak, and the thought of that, turned me the fuck on. My pussy and my gun could bring any niggah to his knees. I got a rush by flirtin’ with the weakest ones in the crew.
Lookin’ into his eyes, I had him in a frenzy, so to fuck with him even more, I took his hand and moved it up my thighs underneath my short dress and rested it against my manicured treasure. I’d given myself a Brazilian wax that mornin’, so I was bald as a baby’s ass. As usual, I didn’t have any panties on. With one of my lovers in the next room, I was takin’ a risk, but risks always turned me on.
“Now doesn’t that feel good? Go ahead; stick your fingers in, she won’t bite.” I gripped his wrist tighter and tried to force him to do it. I knew he wanted to. We had onlookers around, but no one dared to say a word to us.
“I can’t, Mya. Donte’s in the next room,” he said, tryin’ to fight the urges he had for me.
I gave a disapprovin’ stare and quickly removed his hand from underneath my dress. “Next time don’t look at me so fuckin’ hard if you too scared to take risks. If I were you, I wouldn’t give a damn about Donte because he sure as hell don’t care about you. Next time you see me, show me some damn respect,” I responded.
I walked past him, probably takin’ away a few points from his manhood. I loved fuckin’ wit niggahs that doubted me. “Now use the secret knock, so I can get in,”
He had a look of death in his face, as he used the code for the door. After waitin’ for a few seconds, someone finally opened it. As I walked into the high roller section, all I could smell was smoke and ass. Damn, it stinks in here. I looked around at all the young women who were barely dressed. “I’m the only woman in this room wit’ clothes on,” I mumbled to myself. That’s odd.
I looked at Donte who really seemed to be into his card game. I didn’t want to disturb him, because it looked like he was betting tons of money, so after the hand was over I cleared my throat to get his attention. Donte, Ace, and two other strange men were seated around a large round table that was cluttered wit’ bottles of Grey Goose, ashtrays, and a few lines of coke.
“There’s our girl right there,” Donte pointed out.
He stood up and gestured for me to come and give them some company. I strutted over and sat next to my lover in my sexiest walk. Donte placed his arm around my neck and began introducing me to the two men who were unknown.
“Mya, these are my two niggahs from up top,” Donte said. “They came down here to do some business wit’ us…so we can make some money.”
After the introduction, Donte snorted up a quick long line of coke off the table; which disappeared up his nose like a vacuum. Ace just sat there and watched. I guess like myself, he was disgusted with Donte’s daily drug use. He was using his own product, and that was one fatal mistake in the game.
One of the up top dudes looked at me wit’ some contempt, and instantly put a bad taste in my mouth. He was a high yellow niggah who sported long braids and a fitted Yankees hat.
His partner, was a cutie, but had a fierce image about him; one like Ace carried around. He was quiet, and also had long braids that looked like thin little ropes. It didn’t hurt that his hazel colored eyes were hypnotic.
Off the break I wanted to get at him, but Donte knew how I felt about dudes from New York. I hate ‘em. They had New York written all over them, especially wit’ their fitted baseball caps, northern accent, and ignorant personality. Why is everybody in New York so fuckin’ up tight?
“Is this your bitch?” the light skinned New Yorker asked Donte.
“What da fuck did you say?” I barked. I was ready to get in his ass.
He looked fiercely at me. “She looks nice, but I don’t do business wit’ hoes sittin’ at the table, they talk too fuckin’ much.”
I couldn’t believe what that fool had just said. Didn’t he realize that he was in a room full of killers? Ace cut his eyes over at him, but kept his cool. “Watch how you talk to our women down here.”
“Yo, this is business, and when I do business, I don’t want a bitch around me,” the New Yorker stated boldly. He looked at me. “Now, shorty, take your fine ass away from this table and make you some money dancing on niggahs or some shit. You look like you need it.”
I’d had enough. “Mutha-fucka!” I shouted, jumpin’ up. I was about to charge at him, but Donte pulled me back down.
“Mya, take a walk for a minute.” Donte ordered.
“What! A walk, please tell me you jokin’?”
“I said go for a walk, let me talk to my people for a minute,” he said. I knew he was high.
I cut my eyes at Donte. I was ready to murder his ass too just for allowing that bum ass niggah to talk to me like that. If it was O.C., that niggah would’ve been down on the floor after he said the word bitch to me the second time. He usually only gave people one warnin’. At least Ace tried to stand up for me.
I looked at Donte for a minute, disgusted with his decision to have me leave the table. Ace seemed appalled by Donte’s action, but why did he just sit there and let that niggah talk shit to me. Wasn’t I part of the fuckin’ crew?
“Fuck you, Donte! And you, whatever the fuck they call you, I’ll see around. Don’t leave town so soon,” I warned the high yellow dude.
“Don’t come at me wit’ no threats. I don’t give a fuck who you fuckin’!” he shot back.
Rage burned through my entire body. I was more than ready to take his ass out. I stared at him so long and hard, that I could’ve put a hole through his chest.
“Mya, this is business, so bounce and let us talk,” Donte continued takin’ his boy’s side.
“Fuck you!” I shouted and stormed off.
“Yo, man, excuse my bitch, she can fly off the handle sometimes,” I overheard Donte say as I headed out the door.
“No problem, but I like to keep my bitches on a short leash. Looks like you need to do the same,” the New Yorker replied.
I briskly walked past Donte’s bodyguard, and headed for the bar that Donte had set up in the kitchen. I needed a drink to calm me down before I did somethin’ stupid. And once my mind had murder bounchin’ around, it was gonna take a miracle for someone to calm me down. Just knowin’ his bitch ass was only a few feet away, had me in a burnin’ frenzy.
I fixed a Grand Marnier with lemon and instantly took it to the head. Minutes later, I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply and then exhaled a large cloud of smoke with my eyes glued to the entrance of the high roller area.
Just do it, Mya, just fuckin’ do it, my mind kept racin’. I took a few more pulls from the cancer stick then put it out under my shoe. What am I doin’? Just go home, Mya.”
I ended up leavin’ Donte’s apartment a few minutes later and walked outside to my car. I knew I should’ve gone home, but I felt stuck to the ground. I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about that high yellow mutha-fucka. Couldn’t they see he was a problem? I didn’t give a fuck what kind of business Donte was doin’ wit’ him, he was gonna pay one way or the other.
It was around three in the mornin’ when I dozed off in the driver’s seat of my car with my gun still in hand. It felt like I was only sleep for five minutes before I heard a sudden tap on the driver’s side window. I jumped, pointin’ my nine millimeter at the target. I was startled a bit, and almost shot Ace.
Realizing it was him, I lowered my gun and rolled down my window. “Why are you scarin’ me like that, I almost shot your ass,” I said.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine, but I’ll be even better if you go and pick out that niggah’s casket.”
“Chill,” he said, wit’ a stern look.
“Fuck being chill, you heard how that niggah disrespected me in there. I’m gonna fuck him up, Ace. How y ‘all g
onna let a New York niggah come up in here and talk shit like that to me! He’s in ATL now, far from up north!” I shouted.
He looked at me wit’ that same trademark straight-faced look of his, and replied, “Mya, just chill.”
“What did I tell you before, huh…”
Ace reached into the car and strongly grabbed me by my chin, and then stared at me wit’ the coldest pair of eyes, I’d ever seen. “For the last time, you need to chill.”
I stared angrily back at him, but kept my mouth shut. I placed the gun next to me on the passenger seat, and told him that I was cool. He looked at me for a short moment and then walked off. I watched as he got into his Hummer and drove off.
“Fuck you too,” I uttered.
I had such a strong yearnin’ for Ace, but I was fuckin’ pissed off at how he was handlin’ the situation. I began to wonder why Ace was the only one who’d said somethin’ in the first place. Now I knew Donte was a bitch ass niggah who only cared about business. I wanted to tell O.C., but it wasn’t a need, I could handle myself.
I put in a CD and was about to drive off, when I looked to my left and saw the two New York dudes exit Donte’s house. The sight of the high yellow dude instantly sent me into rage. I picked up my gun, and was ready to step to the niggah, but gun shots would’ve brought Donte out the house faster than I could blink.
So, I remained calm and watched their every movement. Minutes later, they got in a champagne Cadillac STS, it looked like they didn’t have a care in the world. They both were smilin’ and laughin’ like they’d just won the lottery. I hated to see him have a good time, and couldn’t wait to wipe the smile off his high yellow face.
As I began to follow, I drove two cars behind them the entire ride. They got on I-85 and headed south, toward the city. I tried to be discreet, but I knew they didn’t know my car, and besides, the high yellow one was actin’ as if he was untouchable. But little did he know, he was gonna learn the hard way and pay wit’ his life for underestimating me.