“Everything cool?”
“I just need to talk to you. Swing by tomorrow before I head to work.”
“Okay,” I dragged. “You got my anxiety up. Can I get a hint?”
“Phones, nigga! You know that shit. I’ll see you tomorrow, big head.” He hung up in my face.
Three hours later, I was throwing cash at the strippers as the music blared from the speakers. I believed in investing in the strippers. A lot of my information came from them when I was getting my hair or nails done. The niggas didn’t have respect, but the bitches did. Whodie had them selling pills throughout theclub, and the shit was bringing in so much money that I needed to see how it was running with my own eyes.
As I let the stacks rain down on a thick dark-skinned stripper, I watched the bottle girls serving drinks from the bar while the dancers worked the stage. Everything looked normal. If you weren’t part of the street life, you would never notice what was really happening here. Pills were being passed between dances, and money was being moved between VIP sections. Security made sure nobody looked too closely. The shit was smooth.
I popped the last rubber band off the stack and tossed it in the air. The strippers squealed as the bills rained down. The operation was running exactly how it was supposed to. Which meant there was no reason for me to stay around any longer. I stood up and started looking around for Whodie, but he hadn’t made it yet. He had texted and said he would be here by now. Instead of thinking too far into it, I headed to the bathroom. The Remy was running through me, and I was about to piss myself. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom stall and shut the door, the music outside faded into a dull vibration through the walls. A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened.
“If they knew what the fuck you were doing, they’ll kill yo’ ass,” a girl’s voice whispered nervously. “I’m not about to be part of this shit with you.”
“Bitch, how they gon’ find out unless your scary ass starts running your mouth?” the other girl snapped. “Watch the damn door and make sure nobody comes in here.”
I cut my piss off so they wouldn’t know I was in the bathroom.
“And Shay,” the girl added, “Don’t go out there looking fucking suspicious or you won’t get shit tonight.”
I didn’t even bother to wipe. I pulled my panties up, fixed my dress, and quietly reached down to the strap on my thigh. The little .22 slid into my hand like it belonged there. Stupid bitchdidn’t even check the stalls. When I pushed the door open, I caught the girl mid-movement, stuffing small bags of pills up her pussy. I leaned against the sink and pointed my gun straight at her head.
“If you shove one more bag up that wide ass pussy, I’mma shoot that bitch off,” I said calmly.
The girl froze instantly. Piss started dripping down her leg.
“Adore…I…it’s not what it looks like.”
“Hoe, you stealing. That’s exactly what it looks like.”
Her friend was still standing there by the door, looking like she wanted to disappear.
“How many bags you got up there?” I asked.
“About…five.”
“Bitch!” I went across her head with the gun. “So, you got racks worth of product up your pussy? What you planning on doing with it?”
“I…I don’t know.”
“You the dumbest bitch in the club.”
The blood from her head was changing the color of her blonde wig. I leaned in closer to her.
“I hate a fucking thief.”
“Please, Adore. I promise I won’t do it again.”
“Oh, I know you won’t.”
I fired my gun twice. The bullets ripped through her thigh and she collapsed, screaming.
“I want my shit outta your pussy tonight, bitch. If it gotta be cut out, it better be on the desk in one hour.”
I moved towards the door where her friend was shivering.
“Move, bitch!”
