Guilty Gucci

by Ashley Antoinette

“No, not trying to hear it. You’re coming out tonight! We’re leaving at nine o’clock. You’ve been depressed, walking around like a zombie for months. I know it’s hard being away from your son, but tonight we are going to go out and you’re going to get your mind off of it for a while,” Chanel insisted.

  “How the hell you get tickets at this concert? K. West has been sold out for weeks!” Lisa yelled as she made her way to the center of the front row.

  “One of my niggas got ’em for me,” Chanel replied.

  “You don’t need to rob this nigga then, he’s a keeper,” Raegan said with laughter. The girls were laced thanks to Chanel’s latest sponsor. He was so friendly with the paper that she didn’t have to rob him. He kept her pockets full of money. He had plenty of it and didn’t mind sharing. Raegan’s black Prada dress looked as if it were painted on and red-bottom Louboutins made her shine like a star in a crowd full of duds. Fashion was not an issue for the girls. Chanel’s boosting skills were A-1 and she never stepped out of the house unless she was proper from head to toe. Any chick associated with her had to be up to par. There was no bad apple in their bunch. Her circle of friends was official. Bad bitches for sure. Raegan’s hair was pulled high off of her face in a genie ponytail. Everything from her eyebrows to her manicure was on point and the attention she was getting let her know she had put herself together right.

  The entire front row was full of D.C.’s finest and the crowd went crazy when the soulful rapper hit the stage. The concert was nice but it was the intermission that was the real show. Everybody was dressed in their best as they walked around the Verizon Center trying to be seen.

  “It’s so much potential in here,” Chanel said, eyeing potential victims for her latest scam.

  “Damn, girl, take a night off. Ain’t your pussy tired?” Lisa asked seriously as her face twisted in contempt.

  “Ain’t your third of the rent late, bitch?” Chanel shot back. “You need to let me put you up on game so you can get your paper up.”

  Lisa stuck up her middle finger as Raegan shook her head. A crowd of girls crowded around a group of guys standing against the wall and as Raegan walked by she noticed the guy who had knocked her off her feet earlier that day. Their eyes locked and she slyly looked away and turned up her sexy as she walked subtly, precisely ... knowing that he was looking at her ass. She glanced back and to her dismay the guy wasn’t watching. She peered at him curiously and smiled as she kept walking. Raegan had never been one to play her cards too closely. She wasn’t obvious or desperate and there were plenty niggas in the building showing her mad love. His loss, she thought as she kept it moving with her girls.

  Nahvid smirked as he sipped his Remy and stood among his circle, shutting down the event as usual. It never mattered who came to town. In D.C. Nahvid was the celebrity. This was his city.

  “Shorty bad as hell. That’s you?” Reason asked as he leaned into his man curiously.

  “Nah,” Nahvid replied. “I saw her earlier at the rehab center when I was fucking with my moms.”

  “Bitch a piper?” Reason asked in disbelief. “They making ’em like that now?”

  “I don’t know. I ain’t never seen none like her,” Nahvid stated. “She probably works there or something.”

  “You don’t mind if I get on that?” Reason asked.

  Nahvid wanted to tell him to fall back because Raegan definitely had him curious but he didn’t want to rain on his man’s parade. Pussy was on a regular rotation for Nahvid so he wasn’t sweating over one chick. There were enough women at the event to go around so he nodded toward her. “Go ahead, fam ... do you.”

  Nahvid watched as his man approached Raegan. He silently hoped that she turned Reason down. Nahvid didn’t want a chick who was easy to get so this was the perfect test to see what type of lady she actually was. Reason had women standing in line to deal with him so he was a catch around the city. If she turned him down it wouldn’t be for his looks, and Nahvid was eager to see how she handled herself against a hood legend. He played the cut as his man went fishing.

  “Yo, can I talk to you ladies for a minute?” Reason asked as he approached them, while looking Raegan up and down. “What’s your name, ma?” he asked.

  “Raegan, we’re going to keep walking; we’ll be at the little girl’s room,” Chanel shouted.

  “Okay, I’m coming right behind you,” Raegan responded. She looked at the guy in front of her. “My name’s Raegan,” she responded.

  “Raegan and Reason goes well together,” he said with a charming smile.

  “It’s corny,” she shot back with a smirk.

  He laughed at her blunt nature, his ego slightly bruised as he rubbed his goatee. “You hard on a nigga huh? I’m just trying to get to know you, beautiful,” he said as he put a hand to his heart as if she were breaking it.

  Raegan rolled her eyes and shook her head. She could tell that Reason’s lines were well rehearsed. “How many chicks have you come at like that tonight?” she asked.

  Her question caught him off guard because he suddenly became dumbfounded. The look on his face gave him away.

  “That many?” she asked. “Listen, brother, let me give you some game. Women don’t like being a part of a herd. It’s not good to hear when it’s not meant exclusively for you.”

  She walked away leaving him staring at her backside as she entered the bathroom.

  Nahvid chuckled as he watched his man throw up the white flag in surrender. “Was it that bad?” he asked, still laughing when Reason approached.

  “Bitch was cold,” he replied as he shook his head. “She’s a crackhead.”

  “Why she got to be on crack, fam?” Nahvid asked playfully.

  “Cuz the ho got to be high to turn me down,” Reason replied. His feelings seemed genuinely hurt for all of ten seconds until his trained eye sought out another lady from the crowd.

  Nahvid’s interest in Raegan doubled just from the way she had handled herself. I’ll see her around, he thought.

  The after party was jumping. The parking lot of the Park Hyatt Hotel looked like a foreign dealership as the East Coast’s biggest players came out for a night on the town. D.C. wasn’t the only city in the building. New Yitty, Baltimore, Richmond, even Norfolk had come out to play. The girls parked their cars a block away from the hotel, along with the other ordinary folks with ordinary cars and made their way to the party. The entire hotel had been reserved for the after partiers with the famous rapper promising to make an appearance.

  As Raegan walked through the parking lot she noticed Gucci standing near the black Benz she had gotten picked up in earlier that day. She was stunning from head to toe, dipped in gold. Gold dress, gold doorknocker earrings with the matching thick rope chain, gold stiletto pumps with the beautiful red bottoms ... The bitch was gold everything, reminding Raegan of a hot girl from the ’80s. Raegan had to admit that Gucci’s man kept her fly. She was the epitome of a dopeman’s wife. The girls waved to each other as Raegan passed by and made her way inside.

  As soon as they entered the building Chanel found her victim for the night. “I’ll probably meet you guys at home. Here are my keys. I see something I like over there,” she said before making her way across the room.

  “Want to get a drink?” Lisa asked.

  Raegan was about to say yes until she saw Micah walk into the hotel. Her stomach instantly went hollow and her heart fell as she turned to Lisa. “No, I’m not feeling that well,” she lied. “I think I’m going to just catch a cab home.”

  “You sure?” Lisa asked, unaware of why Raegan’s mood had suddenly run cold.

  “Yeah, I’m sure. It stinks in here all of a sudden. Too many grimy niggas,” Raegan responded. She felt sick as she tried to remain inconspicuous while heading toward the door, but it was inevitable for Micah to see her. When he laid eyes on Raegan she could see the idea of revenge in his stare. He blocked her path.

  “Fuck you going?” he asked harshly as he gripped the top of her arm. “
What you rushing off for?” His tone was taunting as if he dared her to pop off.

  “Let me go, Micah!” she said between clenched teeth as she pulled her arm away from him. “Where is my son?”

  “I should fuck you up for that little stunt you pulled,” he threatened as he backed he into a corner. His hostility was evident. He stood so close to her that it appeared as though they were an intimate couple, but behind the visage his hand was wrapped tightly around her small neck. She struggled against him. “Stop,” she whispered as he put one hand up her dress. She pulled at his hand, desperately. “Stop, Micah!”

  Her voice was loud but the music was louder and her protests were swallowed up in the sea of chatter.

  No one would have even noticed how he was handling her if Nahvid hadn’t been watching. He had spotted her from across the room and as he made his way over, his temperature rose in anger. He could see the look of concern on Raegan’s face and although he did not know her, he wanted to.

  “Is there a problem, my man?” he asked.

  Micah turned and looked at Nahvid, but didn’t loosen his grip.

  “Nothing that concerns you,” he shot.

  “Yo, you don’t know me and I think you want to keep it that way. I’m not on no rah rah shit, fam. I don’t do that. So I’m gon’ say this one time and how the rest of your night plays out is up to you. Walk away,” he said with malice in his tone.

  “Didn’t I tell you, mu’fucka ...” Micah got loud and turned toward Nahvid, which proved to be the biggest mistake of his life. Nahvid never traveled without his goon squad and they were waiting, more than willing to put in work.

  Out of nowhere his li’l niggas mauled Micah, causing Raegan to turn her head. “No, please ... make them stop,” she said, thinking that Micah might harm their son just to get even with her.

  Nahvid frowned in confusion. He wasn’t beat for the drama. “Just a minute ago the mu’fucka was choking you out. Now you saving him?” He was about to dismiss her as a birdbrain, until she explained.

  “He has my son. He’s petty and is keeping him away from me out of spite. I don’t want him to do anything to my baby just to get back at me,” she pleaded softly.

  Nahvid looked across the room at Reason and nodded toward the mob. He knew that was his cue to stop the commotion.

  “Carry him out,” Nahvid instructed as he led Raegan out of the building.

  “Thank you,” she said gratefully.

  “You’re welcome.”

  As Nahvid looked down at her, he had a million questions he wanted to ask ... but he barely knew her and he didn’t want to pry into her personal life too soon. She had just told him she had a kid ... that he could deal with, but he wondered what other skeletons she had in her closet.

  “I need to find my girls. I’m just trying to get out of here,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around herself, shivering from the winter cold.

  He removed his Armani jacket and placed it around her shoulders. “Don’t let my man mess up your night, ma.”

  “My night? Ha! That’s funny. Try my life,” she exclaimed as she shook her head. “I can’t believe I ever fucked with him.”

  “I saw you. I kind of bumped into you earlier ...”

  “Oh yeah, that was you! I have a knot the size of a baseball on the back of my head thanks to you,” she said half joking. She smiled at him and his heart fluttered. He was never a sucker for women, but Raegan was interesting. She was something different ... new.

  “My fault, ma. You got to let me make that up to you sometime,” he replied.

  “Anytime,” she answered. “I’m Raegan by the way.”

  “Like Ronald?”

  “Like Sunny,” she said with a chuckle. “My last name’s Raegan, but I’ve gone by that since I was a kid,” she explained.

  “Sunny Rae. I like that. I’m Nahvid,” he introduced.

  “It’s very nice to meet you, Nahvid,” she said. She discreetly looked him up and down, admiring his almond-colored skin, slanted Chinese eyes, and full lips. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen. It was more his style than anything that attracted her. He had a grown-man vibe to him that made her cream her panties.

  “I’m about to shake this shit though. It’s not my type of scene,” he said. “Here’s my business card,” he said. “You let me know when I can take you out for dinner. You know? To apologize for knocking you off your feet.”

  “I will. Have a good night, Nahvid,” she said. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and whispered, “Thank you for handling that mess for me earlier. You didn’t have to but I’m glad you did.”

  Raegan hopped into the first cab she saw and this time when she looked back at Nahvid, he was watching.

  Chapter Five

  Chanel looked around the hotel room as her eyes adjusted to the dark. The sound of snoring beside her let her know that her victim was asleep and it was time for her to make her move. She slid from underneath him, slowly, carefully so that he didn’t awaken. She wanted to wash the smell of sex from her body, but there was no time. I’ll do that when I get home. Right now I just need to get the money and get out of here, she thought. Locating her clothes she slid into her dress and heels quickly, then rifled through the LRG jeans that were strewn on the floor. Bingo, she thought as withdrew a large knot of money. Chanel flicked through it, seeing that it was all big faces. She threw the dough into her clutch bag then headed for the door. She cracked it slightly, not wanting to allow any light into the room. Before she could step one foot outside the door, a forearm came from behind her and slammed it shut.

  “Bitch, where you going?”

  She turned around to face the man she had just slept with hoping that he hadn’t seen her rob him. “Empty that bag, bitch,” he said as he put the chain lock on the top of the hotel door.

  Chanel held on to the clutch and lunged for the door, but was pulled back by her weave. The guy violently dragged her back to the bed.

  “You want to rob me, bitch? You can keep it, but you about to earn that paper. Get on your fucking knees,” he ordered.

  “Look you can have it back. Just let me go,” she begged.

  The dude grabbed his gun off his nightstand and without warning pistol-whipped her until she fell to her knees. Blood seeped from her mouth as she cried. “Grimy-ass bitch ... You gon’ take that paper with you, but you gonna work for every dollar. Open your mouth.”

  Chanel sobbed and keeled over as she begged him. “Please don’t.”

  “Don’t cry now, ho. Get up!” he shouted as he kicked her in the ribs.

  Chanel crawled to her knees and reluctantly opened her mouth as the guy removed his dick. Urine filled her mouth as he ignorantly aimed his dick at her face, disrespecting her in the worst way. She spit it out while turning her face, but he wanted to shower her with every drop. He grabbed her hair roughly and shoved himself down her throat, choking her as he fucked her face. “Swallow that dick, slut,” he seethed. He grinded so hard that it felt as though he would take her head off. There was nothing gentle about his stroke. He was punishing her. Chanel had been hustling and scamming men for a long time but never had she been caught. By the time her victims had even realized that she had run their pockets, she was always long gone. If she had known that this would be the repercussion to her actions she would have never done it. Chanel gagged and scratched at his abdomen, but his grip on the back of her head was so tight that she couldn’t move. After releasing in her mouth he slapped her across the face, the gun cutting into her cheek as her head snapped to the right.

  “Please ...” she cried as she spit out a combination of semen, blood, and urine.

  “Please what, bitch?” he asked. “Say you’re sorry.”

  “I’m sorry!” she cried, still on her knees. She tried to climb to her feet, but he knocked her back down.

  “Sit the fuck back down. I didn’t tell you to get your ass up!” he shouted as he pointed the gun in her face, daring her to move. The guy retri
eved his money out of her bag and peeled it off, flicking at her, making it rain all over her. After degrading and defiling her, he was letting her keep the cash. It was never about that. He had punished her because of her disrespect.

  “You can have that little paper, bitch,” he shouted. “Now get the fuck out.”

  Her greed wouldn’t allow her to leave the money on the ground. She hadn’t gone through this pain and humiliation for nothing. She came there for the dough and she planned on leaving with the dough. She picked up every bill and then scrambled from the room, grateful to leave there with her life.

  Chanel stumbled into the house. She was barely able to keep her balance as the room spun wildly. Her head pounded to the beat of a faraway drum as she reached for the light switch. She was too embarrassed to awaken her roommates. She didn’t want Raegan and Lisa to see her at her lowest point, but when the stairway light illuminated she knew that she would have to face them.

  “Chanel, is that you?” Lisa called out from the top of the stairs.

  “Y ... y ... yeah, it’s me. I need help,” she replied back, her voice trembling.

  Raegan and Lisa rushed down the steps and stopped in shock when they say Chanel bleeding all over their hardwood floors.

  “Oh my God. Who did this to you?” Raegan asked as she ran to her side. The strong stench of urine filled her nostrils as she led Chanel to the couch. “Sit down.”

  “What happened?” Lisa grilled.

  “The nigga I was trying to hustle caught me,” Chanel admitted.

  “I told your ass this would happen,” Lisa said. “You should have stopped while you were ahead. You wasn’t getting big money from those niggas. You’re risking your life for chump change and shopping money.”

  “Money is money and no matter what you say I needed it. This is all I know. This is my hustle,” Chanel defended.

  “Then you need a new hustle, hon,” Raegan said sincerely.

  Chanel looked at Raegan in disbelief. “So now you jumping on the knock my hustle train too?” she asked, not trying to hear what they were saying at the moment.