“Is it a problem?” Kemo asked, looking up at Sanaa.
Sanaa looked down at the money then back up at Kemo. She had recognized his face from the night before, figuring he was just trying to pick up where he left off. Without further wait, she let him play, and grabbed counterfeit money off the table. She gave Will the directions to recycle the money into the payouts, and not to mix it with the real money. Just like that, Kemo was back on.
Ariana and Olivia left their room, en route to meet up with Nick for the guns. It was Olivia’s idea to take the east wing elevator to get out of the building, so that Ariana could pass through the pool party and see how much fun everyone was having. She really just wanted to cheer her up a little.
They bent the corner of the hallway to get to the east wing, and the unthinkable happened. It was as if someone took a sledgehammer and knocked Ariana’s chest into her back, and for a split second, she felt like she was about to pass out. She never thought in a million years she would run into Sleepy again after hearing that he had moved out to Cali. But there he was, standing in front of the elevator looking dead at her.
After doing a double take, Sleepy couldn’t believe his eyes, and wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him. He just stood there staring at her as Ariana slowly walked up and stopped a few feet away from him. Olivia didn’t know what was going on, having never met or seen Sleepy before. In fact, she’d never seen any of the people Ariana told her about, and up to this point, she only knew them by name.
It was a confusing and awkward moment for Ariana and Sleepy, and neither of them knew what to say. Sleepy had never stopped thinking about Ariana, and had held on to the love he had for her. Ariana had nothing but murder on her mind. Until now, she’d really never thought too much about Sleepy, but more so about the seed he had put inside of her. Right now, she was just stuck, and so was Sleepy.
They stood there in silence staring at each other. Olivia knew that something was up from the looks on both of their faces.
“A, you cool?” Olivia asked, clutching the Ace of Spade bottle, ready to crack Sleepy upside his head.
“Yeah, she good,” Sleepy answered for her. “She just got a lot on her mind right now,” he said, inching closer to Ariana.
It was like all of her anger, all of her confusion, all of her stress, and all of her problems had subsided the instant she heard his voice and confirmed who she was standing in front of. All the memories she had hidden inside came rushing back to her at once. Tears filled her eyes, and unconsciously, she reached for what comforted her the most: the bullet wound on her stomach.
“And who da hell is you?” Olivia said, stepping up to get between them.
Sleepy didn’t even pay her or her question any mind. He simply reached out for Ariana’s hand. “You got a room around there?” he nodded toward the west wing.
Ariana shook her head yes, still not able to form words in her mouth.
“You wanna go back to your room so we can talk?” he asked Ariana, still with his hand out, waiting for her to take it.
It took her a moment, but her hand eventually reached back out for his. She slowly walked up to him and melted in his arms as he wrapped them around her. Her tears flowed from her face, onto his chest. It was at that moment, without his name ever being said, that Olivia knew exactly who he was. In the several months of knowing Ariana, Ariana only told Olivia one time the story of the first and only man she ever fell in love with, and by the looks of things, this had to be him.
Just being with him again was so overwhelming. Ariana’s knees got weak, but before she could fall to the ground, Sleepy scooped her up in his arms while Olivia led the way back to the room.
“Yo, why you always staring at me?” Royce joked with Joi, who was standing poolside.
“Because you look just like ya dad,” she replied with a smile.
“Yeah, well I’m a little more handsome,” he joked before the next best thing to Joi walked into the pool area.
She wasn’t the only snow bunny there, but she was by far the best looking. When Danielle dropped the towel from around her waist, the same heads that turned for Joi turned for her and she became the center of attention. Royce had to admit to himself that she was the baddest white chick he’d ever met in his life.
The bikini she had on showed off all her curves, along with the little ass that she had. Her long, curly blond hair was pulled back into ponytail, and the light pink Prada frames complemented her fresh manicure and pedicure. Her olive skin glistened in the sun; he noticed that some areas on her back were a darker shade than the rest of her body. Nothing that took away from her sexiness, it appeared she may have fallen or something, and bruised her skin slightly. She dove into the pool like an Olympic swimmer, not bothered at all about getting her hair wet.
Royce didn’t even excuse himself from Joi; he took off his sneakers and dove right into the water. Joi just smiled, watching him swim underwater across the pool.
He swam all the way up to Danielle, who was still in the water leaning against the wall.
“Oh, you can swim, too?” Danielle said as Royce came up from under the water. “A man who can hold his breath that long has a quality all women can use,” she joked in a playful but seductive tone.
“Stop being nasty,” he responded playfully. “So what brings you out?” he asked, knowing she wasn’t there just for the party. He knew Danielle well enough know that she was there for one reason, and that was to work. There was somebody here she was sitting on, and Royce was curious to know who it was.
“I told you I was working on something big,” Danielle began. “If you’re around when it falls through, I’ma make you a millionaire.”
“Yeah, I been hearing that a lot lately,” he shot back.
“Yeah, well I’m not everybody else who told you that. You of all people should know that I’m about my business, and ten times out of ten, if I say I’ma do something, it’s gonna get done,” she said with a look of sincerity.
Royce had to agree. Every time she said she was going to do something, she came through. Plus, he knew firsthand how vicious she was with a pistol. He couldn’t take anything away from her.
“So, I guess I’ll let you get back to work then,” Royce said, playfully splashing a little bit of water into her face.
She laughed and splashed him back. “I guess you should do that then.” She smiled.
“I’m in room 2009 if you need me. Oh, and you look good in a bikini,” he complimented her as he climbed out of the pool.
He left Danielle there blushing, and had it not been for the fact that Kemo was in the building, she would have tried to kick it with him longer.
A knock at the door caught Sanaa’s attention as she looked on at the poker game that was heating up. She watched as Yellow looked through the peephole then looked back over at her with a dissatisfied look on his face. It prompted Sanaa to walk over to the door. She looked into the peephole, and to her surprise, Boo was standing there looking back at her.
Sanaa threw her head back in frustration, not really sure how Boo knew about the poker room. No one who wasn’t invited was supposed to be there. Luckily, for Boo, Sanaa had a few things she wanted to talk to him about anyway, mainly concerning money.
“Damn, what, a nigga money ain’t good up in here?” Boo said when Sanaa opened the door.
Sanaa cut her eyes at him about his comment; he was the master of funny money. She stood to the side and allowed him to enter. He stared Yellow down when Yellow reached out to pat him down.
“Easy, Boo. It’s too much money up in here for niggas to have guns on them. If you strapped, you’ll get it back when you leave,” Sanaa told him in a calm and civilized manner.
He respected it, reaching in and grabbing the .40-cal off his hip and passing it to Sanaa. Yellow wasn’t done yet. Boo still had a Louis Vuitton shoulder pack with him that needed to be checked.
“What’s in the bag?” Yellow asked, not yet moving from Boo’s path.
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nbsp; “Damn, nigga. It’s money,” Boo said, trying to walk past.
Yellow stood there and still didn’t budge. Boo looked over at Sanaa, who only shrugged, standing by Yellow’s position. She wanted to make sure everyone in the room was safe.
Reluctantly, Boo opened the bag, but only showed Sanaa the contents. He had every right to want to protect what was inside, and once Sanaa saw the money plates in the bag sitting on top of a pile of money, Boo was no longer hassled.
“Come with me,” Sanaa said, leading him into the bedroom. “Yellow, give us a little privacy,” she said, closing the bedroom door behind them.
Yellow did just that, but stood close to the door just in case something foul popped off.
“Don’t tell me you’re tryin’ to sell those,” Sanaa said with a curious look on her face.
“Don’t be silly, Sanaa. I’m not that stupid,” Boo answered, walking over to the bedroom window.
Boo was actually in the process of transporting the plates and the printing machine to another location. He had concluded that having the machine and the plates in the same place where he rested his head wasn’t a good idea.
“Well, look, while I got you here, I wanna discuss business,” Sanaa said, walking over to the closet. “I wanna buy some more money. I don’t know how much you got on you, but I’ll take all of it off ya hands for the right price,” Sanaa said, placing the shoebox she had taken out of the closet onto the bed.
It was only a few days since she’d bought $1 million in counterfeit money, and now she was ready to buy more. At that moment, Boo knew that Sanaa was ready for the $5 million in funny money he was ready to drop in her lap. The only thing was Sanaa wasn’t trying to be fronted anything. Whatever she got from Boo she wanted to buy on her own, and with her negotiating skills, Sanaa was going to get as much as she could for as little as possible.
Balil had several surgeries before doctors could stabilize his condition. The bullets had done so much damage to his insides, that it was only an act of God that he managed to survive. His cell phone sitting on the patio table was the only thing that saved him.
As he finally opened his eyes in the recovery room, all he could see was a blurry image of a nurse standing by his bed checking his vitals. He so desperately wanted to contact Sanaa and Joi to let them know that Ariana was more than likely on her way to Philly.
“Nurse, Nurse, I need a phone,” Balil whispered through his dry throat.
“The detectives are in the process of contacting your family. Right now, you really need to get some rest,” the nurse told him.
“Please, please,” Balil pled, holding his hand up and pointing to the phone.
The nurse, feeling sorry for him, looked around before grabbing the receiver to the phone on the stand next to the bed and reaching it out to him. Balil began spitting out Sanaa’s cell phone number while the nurse pushed the buttons. After the phone started ringing, the nurse left the room so that she wouldn’t get into any trouble for helping Balil get on the phone in the recovery room.
Sanaa was letting Boo out of the hotel room when her phone went off in her back pocket. She didn’t recognize the number, but knew from the area code that the call was coming from Atlanta. She felt that more than likely it was her father, as he was the only one in Georgia who had her cell phone number.
“Yes,” Sanaa answered, walking back toward the bedroom. “Hello,” she shouted, irritated that nobody was saying anything on the other end.
She was just about to hang up when she heard a faint voice whispering. It was hard for her to make out what was being said, but she could hear the beeping sound of the heart monitor in the background. She took a seat on the bed and listened more carefully to the whispers.
“Coming . . . for . . . you,” Balil whispered, going in and out of consciousness.
He was so tired from all the pain medication and the anesthesia that was wearing off from his surgery he could barely keep his eyes open. Feeling his body getting weaker, he tried to speak again, but instead, the phone just fell out of his hand and landed on the side of the bed.
“Well, come get me,” Sanaa snapped, unaware of who she was talking to. She hung up and tossed the phone onto the bed next to the money she had just purchased from Boo.
“You good?” Yellow asked Sanaa, knocking on the door to get her attention.
“Yeah, I’m good. Come in.” She waved, telling him to close the door behind him. “It’s a hundred grand there,” she said, pointing to the money. “Circulate it into the poker game. I can’t mark it, so you and Lisa gotta be on point,” Sanaa said, getting up from the bed and walking over to the window. “Remember old Ben has a flaw in his halo,” Sanaa said speaking of the kink in the circle surrounding Franklin’s face of the funny money.
Yellow understood and nodded as he walked over to the money. Sanaa just stood by the window looking out at the crowds of people flocking into the hotel. She was on a mission, and determined to make the best out of the situation that had fallen into her lap.
Chapter 15
It was ten o’clock in the morning and Sleepy was still wide awake. He hadn’t been able to get one bit of sleep after Ariana confirmed everything that happened between her and Joi. He still hadn’t made up his mind about what he was going to do to Joi; he had a lot to consider in the event that he decided to kill her. His only problem was having to explain to Sanaa and his father why he did it. He knew in his heart that Sanaa just wasn’t going to accept him killing her best friend for a female. Balil wasn’t going to be any happier. All these thoughts and more raced through Sleepy’s head all night.
Ariana let out a small yawn, opening her eyes to see her body wrapped up in Sleepy’s arms. He looked down at her with a smile, removing the loose strands of hair from her face so that he could lean in and kiss her on the graze she got from the shootout with Toughy.
“You know I’ma kill Toughy when I catch him,” Sleepy said with a serious look on his face.
Ariana chuckled, burying her head into his chest and tapping him on the side. Not that she needed one, but it felt good to have a knight in shining armor who was willing to kill for her. That was one of the many reasons why she was so in love with him. She always felt protected. In their moments alone Ariana felt like she could take off her armor, and be a woman. She could be soft, and feminine. Instead of being a soldier, she was the protected queen. Sleeping was a foreign affair to Ariana, but with him around, he was like her Tylenol PM. She was able to relax, and know that nothing would get past him, and nothing could hurt her.
“You know I gotta go take care of that,” Ariana said, sitting up in the bed.
As bad as she wanted to lie up with Sleepy, she knew that there was still work to be done. Now knowing that Joi was in the building, she wanted to make the best out of the opportunity. Sleepy could see it in her eyes that her mind was made up, and had been for some time. How could he blame her? Joi took her baby’s life and left her for dead. What woman wouldn’t want revenge?
Sleepy had to think this one through. Ariana, if given the opportunity, would go in blazing her gun at Joi and wouldn’t care who stood in her way. She would sacrifice the lives of others just to kill one, and he couldn’t afford for Sanaa to be anywhere around her when bullets started flying.
“I can’t sit here and let you kill my sister,” he said, giving Ariana a stern look.
“I don’t wanna kill ya sista. I just want Joi.”
“Yeah, but if my sista is there, she’s gonna shoot at you. In fact, she’s gonna end up killing you as soon as you start gunning for Joi,” Sleepy advised.
“So what da fuck am I supposed to do?” Ariana screamed, frustrated with Sleepy’s comments. She really didn’t care who was around Joi when it was time to work. Sanaa was just going to have to do what she had to do, if not get killed herself. “She killed my baby. She killed your baby, Sleepy,” she cried out.
“All right, all right,” he said, grabbing her and pulling her into his arms for comfort. He
was feeling her pain. “Listen, let me get my li’l brotha and my sista out of the way. I’ma text you and let you know it’s a green light,” he calmly spoke, wiping the tears from her cheek.
“And what’s gonna happen to us after this?” she asked with a concerned look on her face.
“Don’t worry about that. We gonna be all right. I just want you to be careful,” he shot back, walking over to the nightstand and grabbing his gun. “You got ten shots in here,” he said, raising the gun. “When you go to my room to get ya girlfriend, it’s another clip under the mattress.”
Sleepy hated for it to go down like this. He didn’t care much for Joi from the day he met her, and now knowing she had killed his seed made his heart even colder toward her. If it weren’t for Sanaa, he would have done it himself, and he was still considering doing so as he watched Ariana grab the gun. She checked to make sure a bullet was in the chamber before tucking it away in her back waist.
Royce woke up to the sensation of his dick being smothered in something warm and wet. Before he got the chance to open his eyes, he could hear the spit along with his dick, slashing around in her mouth. When he finally cracked open his eyes, he could see long, blond, curly hair draped over the bobbing head. The head felt so good he decided not to stop her, even after pulling some of her hair back and seeing Danielle looking up at him seductively. It looked like she was making love to his dick, slowly licking up and down the shaft before taking him deep within her throat.
“How you get in here?” he asked, exhaling from pleasure.
She took his dick out of her mouth to answer him. “The front desk gave me a key,” she said right before kissing the head of his dick then licking down the shaft.
She kissed his balls while slowly jerking his dick. The spit from her mouth was a lubricant. As she jerked, pre-cum began to leak. She didn’t hesitate to take him right back into her mouth. She could feel his dick pulsating in her throat. It was an indicator she was well aware of, and she only added more spit in her mouth as she increased the speed of her head motion. Royce grabbed the back of her head with both hands as he felt himself cumming. The cum squirted into her mouth, and she swallowed every ounce of it until nothing was left.
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