Girls From Da Hood 10

by Treasure Hernandez

  “Where is ya boss?” Ariana said in a disrespectful tone, unaware of the movement that was going on around her.

  “Boss? Bitch, I am the boss,” Toughy shot back, feeling disrespected by her comments. He was well aware of who she was asking for, but Toughy had moved up in the game since Sanaa took her show on the road. He was also far from having any bitch in his blood, so he wasn’t about to bite his tongue, not even with Ariana having him on the jump.

  “Cut the tough guy role and tell me where Sanaa is before I blow ya fuckin’ head off,” Ariana threatened.

  Toughy eyeballed her for a second before turning around to crack a joke with his boys. “Yo, this chick think she got a dick down there,” he joked.

  Everybody chuckled at his comment, but as he turned back around to answer Ariana, he whipped out a .40-cal from his waist. Ariana didn’t see it at first, but Olivia did. She raised her gun and pointed it at Toughy. Ariana did the same.

  Toughy also raised his gun and pointed it at Ariana. It was silent for a moment, until one of Toughy’s boys cocked a bullet into the chamber of a large assault rifle. The sound of it alone caught Olivia’s attention. She looked over to the far right of her at a man holding something with a banana clip. Silence took over again, and everyone looked around at everyone else.

  “If you bitches tryin’ to work, den bust off,” Toughy taunted. “Other than that, get da fuck back in ya car before I tear ya ass up.”

  “I just want Sanaa and Joi,” Ariana said, not backing down from the possible gunplay.

  “Yeah, well if you find da bitch, you let me know, ’cause I’m lookin’ for her too,” Toughy shot back.

  Sanaa left a bad taste in his mouth after leaving without giving him a dime. After all the work he’d put in for her, he felt like he deserved some type of compensation, and she had provided none. Not only did Sanaa leave him without any money or a connect, she also left behind some old beef with a couple of go hard niggas. It was only natural that Toughy had ill feelings toward her.

  “Now get da fuck out of here before I force ya hand,” Toughy said, gripping his gun tighter.

  Ariana took a good look around, calculating the odds that were stacked against her. At the same time, she wasn’t a big fan of Toughy’s mouth. He was talking to her like she wasn’t ready to pull the trigger. It wasn’t an ounce of bitch in her blood either, and in fact, she was more inclined to set it off just because.

  She took one more look around before squeezing off the first shot. The bullet hit Toughy in his shooting arm, but not before he got off a shot too. The bullet grazed her cheek as she backpedaled to the car, firing several more bullets in Toughy’s direction. Everyone around him, including Toughy, scattered like roaches.

  Olivia fired a couple shots in the direction of the man with the Mac 90, but it was of no use. The sound of the assault rifle alone was enough to make Olivia and Ariana hit the deck, taking cover behind parked cars. The multiple shots didn’t give either of the women a chance to return fire. They scurried back to the car, letting off a couple shots in the gunman’s direction, or at least where they thought he might have been. Olivia ran around to the driver’s side, damn near diving in the seat and slamming the car into drive.

  If it weren’t for Ariana crawling into the passenger side, she would have left her.

  As they pulled off, bullets ripped through the back window. The girls got as low as they could, sideswiping a couple of cars on their way off the block. They barely escaped with their lives, and Ariana still didn’t get the information she was looking for. The only thing left was the gun smoke lingering in the night air.

  Chapter 6

  Sanaa sat in her office staring at $1 million in counterfeit money. She really couldn’t believe how real the money looked. She began separating the bills and running them through the money machine to make sure it was all there. The first million was more like a test run in Boo’s eyes. He wanted to make sure she could move the money before he dropped five million at her doorstep.

  “So this is what a million dollars in funny money looks like,” Sleepy said, walking into the office. “Dis shit look real as hell.” He walked over and grabbed a stack of twenties off the desk.

  “Yeah, dis shit is crazy. I was sitting here thinking about the fastest way we can move the money, and I came up wit’ a few ideas.”

  “You’re gonna need more than a few ideas. Dis a lot of paper,” Sleepy replied, tossing the money back on the desk.

  Sleepy was starting to think that maybe Sanaa had bitten off more than she could chew. The only good thing about the cash, aside from it looking so real, was the fact that the bills consisted of ones, fives, tens, and twenty dollar bills. Sanaa requested that specifically, because fifty and one-hundred dollar bills would be harder to get rid of.

  “I want you to take some money and go buy all the supplies we need for the kitchen and the bar,” Sanaa directed. “Instead of going to the big name companies, hit up the local supermarkets and liquor stores. Even hit up the boosters and the food stamp chicks. We have to stay off the radar with this money.”

  Sleepy caught on quick, realizing that local stores would be less likely to check the bills, as opposed to big name vendors who scanned every dollar before passing it on to the bank. It would also be easier for the large vendors to track where their money came from, because they had a set line of customers.

  “What about the poker money?” Sleepy asked, amazed at how his sister’s brain functioned at times like this.

  “Don’t worry about poker. Just help Joi out with the bar and kitchen. And I need you to go and make some flyers for tomorrow and Saturday. We got to get this place poppin’ for the weekend,” Sanaa instructed as she continued to stuff money in the money machine.

  Sleepy didn’t hesitate for a moment. He grabbed a stack of twenties off the desk and headed out the door. He still didn’t know exactly what Sanaa had in store, but it really didn’t matter because he trusted that whatever she came up with would be official.

  Royce patted lightly on Raven’s back while she laid on his stomach. He was hoping to put her to sleep so that he could attend to some other business, mainly Krystol. He had purchased her some lingerie and had a bottle of champagne chilling on ice. With everything that had been going on as of late, they barely had time to themselves. Tonight, it was on, just as long as the baby was asleep.

  Royce looked down at Raven, who was fast asleep. Just when he was about to move her into the other room, his cell phone went off. It had never sounded so loud. He tried to lean over and grab it off the nightstand, but he just couldn’t reach it to quiet the sound.

  Krystol, who was coming out of the bathroom, quickly grabbed the phone, looking at Royce with a devious grin before answering it.

  “Hello,” she answered, taking a seat on the bed right next to Royce.

  The sound of a woman’s voice asking to speak to Royce damn near sent Krystol up the wall. Danielle’s sweet, soft, and sexy voice only added fuel to the fire. Instead of snapping out and drawing a scene, Krystol just politely passed him the phone.

  “Yo, what’s good?” Royce answered as he continued to rub Raven’s back.

  “I hope I’m not disturbing you,” Danielle said. “I was calling to let you know that it went down tonight. If you want this easy money, we got to get at it right now,” she advised.

  “What’s the take on it?” Royce asked, watching Krystol jump up off the bed and head back to the bathroom.

  “I don’t know the exact number, but I can assure you that you won’t leave with less than a hundred grand.”

  A hundred grand was a nice piece of money to add to whatever he was going to make from Sanaa with her lick. It was an opportunity that he didn’t want to pass up. Baby Raven’s eyes were now wide open from being awakened by the phone. The only thing left to do was chase some money. But then again, there still was a chance that Royce could salvage what was left of the night.

  “Yo, let me get back to you,” Royce said, l
ooking at Krystol standing in front of the mirror changing out of the naughty tennis player outfit.

  He laid Raven down on the bed, got up, and walked over to Krystol. She had already taken the top off, and was working on taking off the jewelry and hair ties. The night was pretty much ruined, and Krystol’s flame had been put out.

  “You mad at me now?” he asked as he walked up behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist.

  She reached back without turning around, and pushed Royce off of her. It was obvious she had an attitude, but Royce didn’t care. He actually thought it was kind of cute seeing Krystol a little upset.

  He walked right back up to her and tried to wrap his hands back around her, but again, she pushed him away. This time, a little more aggressively.

  “Ask ya girlfriend for some pussy tonight,” she said, stepping out of her heels. “You must think I’m a fuckin’ fool.”

  “That’s not my girlfriend.” He chuckled. “And I know you’re not a fool,” he said, and approached her again.

  When he tried to grab her waist again, Krystol snapped, turning around and landing a punch to the side of his eye. The punches kept coming, and before long, it turned into an all-out fight, at least from Krystol’s standpoint.

  Royce would never hit her, nor were Krystol’s punches hurting him. He simply just grabbed her arms as she continued to swing. The wrestling match ended quickly as Royce overpowered Krystol, turning her around and pinning her against the dresser with her face pressed against the mirror.

  “I swear on Raven’s life that I’m not fucking her, nor will I ever fuck her. She’s not my girlfriend, and if I’m lying to you, God can take our daughter’s life right now,” Royce argued.

  When Royce swore to God on Raven’s life, Krystol knew instantly that he was telling the truth. Royce would never swear so hard on Raven’s life unless he was telling the truth. But even though she might have felt that he wasn’t lying, she was still mad, mainly because her face was smashed against the mirror and she could have sworn that in the midst of the fight, Royce had tagged her. She tried to get up, but Royce wasn’t sure if she was done swinging, so he held her there.

  “Do you believe me?” he asked, seeing that she was still struggling. “Do you believe me?” he yelled again.

  “Yeah, now get da fuck off of me,” Krystol yelled back, still trying to get out of his grip. “I believe you, I believe you,” she pleaded.

  Reluctantly, he let her go, and she finally got up and turned to face him. It looked like she was about to cry. Royce leaned in and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her into his chest.

  “Babe, you got to trust me. I will never cheat on you,” he said with sincerity.

  Krystol just sniffled and tried to pull away from him. She believed him, but she was still mad, and, for some odd reason, all the wrestling and fighting had turned her on. She went back into fighting mode, throwing several punches Royce’s way. This time it was different. They were playful punches, and Royce playfully defended his face. They both laughed and wrestled.

  Royce spun her around and pinned her against the dresser again. Her face pressed against the mirror for the second time. She started to fight back, until she felt Royce kicking her legs apart like a cop when they’re about to search somebody.

  “Stop fuckin’ playin’ wit’ me,” Royce said, hiking up Krystol’s miniskirt.

  Bent over on the dresser, Krystol resisted a little, feeling the tip of Royce’s dick breach the walls of her pussy. He stuffed the whole of his dick inside of her, keeping her crammed up against the mirror. The whole dresser rocked back and forth with every stroke. The mirror damn near fell off its hinges. Although it was a bit awkward being in that position, Krystol loved every bit of the back shot. She felt powerless with him behind her, pounding away like a madman.

  The sex felt so good that for those moments all the problems of the outside world didn’t exist. It was so good neither of them paid attention to baby Raven lying on the bed innocently playing with her pacifier.

  Chapter 7

  The line to get into Club All In damn near wrapped around the corner. The capacity of the club was to its max, and even still, cars were pulling up, and more people continued to flock. A crowd this big only meant two things: free food and cheap drinks. Those things were enough to get almost any black person in the building.

  Not only was it packed inside, the women outnumbered the men three to one, which meant the amount of drinks being purchased would go through the roof. Joi had even managed to turn the whole third floor into a strip joint. She had several strippers walking around giving lap dances for dollars, along with dancing on the tables in a private booth like it was a stage.

  The music was loud, and the dance floor was packed with just about everybody dancing. Not a stool was empty at the bar, and at times Joi couldn’t keep up with the orders. Beautiful women were all around, and handsome men coming up with their best pickup lines were there to entertain them.

  To see the club doing it this big in such a short period of time was amazing to Sleepy, who stood off to the side and took in the whole atmosphere. All the money they had spent on advertising was really working out, and they had spent a lot, but it didn’t matter because it was all fake.

  “You need some help?” Sanaa screamed over the loud music to Joi, who was running around crazy behind the bar.

  This was the hardest Joi had worked for some money and Sanaa knew it. Joi was like a wild lioness, and Sanaa was trying her best to domesticate her and give her a different life from the murderous one she was used to living. For the love of their friendship, Joi was willing to try anything once.

  “No, I’m fine. Go back downstairs. We’re fine up here,” she screamed back over the music.

  Downstairs, the poker tables were pretty much packed as well. Sanaa allowed her wealthiest clients to bring somebody with them as a tagalong, provided they were gambling. That turned out better than what she had expected. Every table was full to the max, and for the first time there was actually a waiting list to get a spot at the tables. Even Boo was impressed with the way things looked.

  Everything was moving, but at the same time everything had a purpose. Real money was being generated throughout the whole club. For instance, Sleepy took a couple grand of funny money and purchased pounds of Buffalo wings, French fries, boneless chicken breasts, hot dogs, hamburgers, and all the accessories to go with them, all of which was bought from the local supermarket. The method behind it was to draw people into the club with free food. He then purchased alcohol, which was sold for a cheaper price at the bar. The average drink cost two dollars, and the top shelf drinks cost three dollars, filled to the top of the cup. When patrons paid for drinks, Joi would take the real money and put it in a separate register. If somebody needed to get change back, she would give them the counterfeit money. Sometimes, the counterfeit money was recycled back into the bar, but they had marked every counterfeit bill, so Joi was on point with distributing the funny money and withholding the real stuff.

  The strippers on the second floor served a purpose also. Sleepy was on deck, exchanging large bills for singles, so dudes could make it rain. Every time someone wanted change for a fifty or a twenty, Sleepy would give them counterfeit one dollar bills, and in some cases, five dollar bills. Joi even got a kickback from the strippers for allowing them to dance on the third floor.

  The poker tables were the jackpot of the whole operation. Sanaa ran them with an iron fist, monitoring every dollar that passed through the hands of the dealers. Each time someone cashed in, they got chips. The real money was secured in the slot boxes near the tables. During the course of the game, if that person wanted to cash out, he would go to the window and get the counterfeit money for the chips. The funny money would be pushed back out on the floor if any of it was mixed in with the real money. It was also good for business for the occasional hot hand to win big at the tables. It fueled others to drop more cash, in an attempt to do what all gamblers wanted to do
, and that’s break the house.

  The sex was so explosive it put Krystol and Royce to sleep. The lick that Danielle had for Royce was back on, despite the missed opportunity he had the night before. Royce crept out of the bed, leaving Krystol and the baby asleep, or at least that’s what he thought he was doing.

  Krystol woke up the minute she felt Royce’s body leave the bed. She knew that eventually he was going to leave the house, having been there all day with her and Raven. She was just waiting for him to make his move, which he was now doing.

  He even had the nerve to be sneaky about it, taking his clothes and getting dressed downstairs so he wouldn’t make any noise that would wake her up. He was a little heavier than just his clothes. He also had his vest, a Glock, and an extra clip to go with his outfit.

  As he was getting dressed downstairs, Krystol was getting dressed upstairs. She had promised herself that the next time Royce left the house she was going to follow him. She wanted to know what in the hell he was doing when he left their home.

  Chapter 8

  Atlanta

  Shannon pulled up in front of his house with his infant son in the back seat. He was trying to hurry up, drop his son off, and head back out the door for some playtime. He was moving so fast unstrapping the baby from the car seat, he didn’t even notice the pretty-faced young lady who was sitting on his porch. It wasn’t until he got on the steps that he noticed her. At first, he thought it was one of his baby mother’s friends, but the gun in Olivia’s hand quickly made him realize that she was a foe. He clutched his son tighter as he climbed the steps, not knowing where this confrontation was about to go.

  “I know you?” Shannon asked with a slight attitude about the gun being out around his baby.

  “Naw, she don’t know you, but I do,” Ariana said, walking up the stairs behind Shannon.