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  “Ey yo. That’s how the cookie crumble with that time fa’sho. As long as that nigga don’t die, keep the paper droppin’ and he follow my guidelines and yours, shit, we coo fah real though,” Dragon drawled.

  My boy had a unique way he spoke. Everything always had a “fa’sho” on it, which fucked with my mental in a comical way. When we first met, I wasn’t keen on letting the nigga step two feet in my world, but after Micah, and after talking with Angel about him, I let him in, learning he had beef with Micah too, because of his past dealings with Dame. It only made sense to do some dealings with this dude and learn him to see if I could trust him all the way with the plan.

  I handed a pretty, fat-booty chick my bottle of Conjure and glasses, whispering in her ear to send it to some pretty pussy who kept looking my way while Dragon and me headed to the VIP.

  “That nigga here?” I asked while we walked and lights bumped to the music.

  “On the tri-level looking down on us all, my nigga, like a lame,” he explained.

  A cold silence entered my spirit and it had me fisting my hands. “Tino on it?”

  “Yup.”

  “Angel?”

  “You know it. ’Bout ta be some bussin’ goin’ down, mayne.” Dragon laughed.

  A smile spread across my face and I lit up a cigar that Dragon slid my way. We stood on the entry stairway of our section, nodding to the beat. Though I didn’t have any contacts in, my eyes still lit up with the lighting. Dragon’s eyes were red neon and he sported a set of grills that only gave him silver vampire teeth on the top and bottom of his mouth. He rubbed his chin, then fisted his hand and lifted in the air, slamming it to the beat.

  “A’ight I’m out. Angel is supposed to holla at cha ’bout that product,” I said as I moved to blend in with the crowd.

  Dragon’s steel-iron grip grabbed my arm, making me turn and eye him in exchange. If that nigga had a problem or some shit, I had no issue with going upside his steel drum head. We both stood eye to eye, and just because he was built like a freight truck really didn’t put one once of fear in me.

  “What up, homie?” I asked in question but with a light tone of “don’t fuck with me.”

  Dragon stepped closer but moved to the side, he held both his hands up then rested against the wall that was near us. “We’re good, man, but I wanted to talk to you about that Angel broad.”

  My arms crossed over my chest, and I thumbed my pierced nose then stroked my chin beard in thought. If she fucked Dragon, I wouldn’t be shocked and that was no insult to her, just the nature of the world we both came from. “What about her?”

  “Nigga, that bitch janked me fa’ my shit last time we met and I want it back, on some real talk,” Dragon growled. His eyes narrowed and I could see his nostrils flaring as they normally did when he was in a zone and ready to fuck up our opponents on the field.

  I raised an eyebrow, definitely curious about how that shit happened. “How’d she do that?”

  “We were kickin’ it awhile back. Tossin’ drinks back. I saw shawty looking sweet and tasty an’ shit, shaking her ass. I went up to her, did what I do. We talked and shit, then we got to fucking around. Next thing I know, a nigga was passed out in the back of the club. My watch, my chains, my rings, and shit was all gone. Bitch even lined up my wallet with nothing but dust, homie! If you want this nigga right here to work with that thieving bitch, I need my shit back.”

  Laughter burned in my lungs and had me narrowing my eyes, as I tried to hold it in. I played back everything he had said and held up a hand. “Hold up. Next thing you woke up with no shit? Where they do that at?”

  Dragon’s face twisted up as he watched me laugh. He stepped closer with a pleading look in his eyes. “I’m serious, man. Bitch be playing niggas for they shit. Don’t trust anything that broad got to give. She uses her pussy as game, and then drugs you, and then she got you.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I glanced around the club spotting Angel as she danced with several other Bounce Girls, working her way to get close to Micah. I thought back to when we fucked, and I wondered about if her motives would stay in line. No matter what anyone says, once your life is in jeopardy, it takes a special sort of person to not give in to their attacker and work on that side.

  “Check this out though: we all got the same agenda right now, so focus on that. I’ll holla at shawty and get you your gwap, and then we squash it, and let her use her gifts to better our cause a’ight?”

  Dragon gave a sigh as if uncertain in my word. “A’ight, man, just saying. Was some serious shit she took from a nigga. Lot of money in it.”

  “Look, I gotta bounce to handle my part of this game, but now you know not to flash your house payment on your body like that, man. 2 Chainz!” I joked.

  Dragon gave a laugh. “Man, fuck you.”

  “Nah, nigga, she fucked you.Why don’t you buy some new gwap?” I quickly asked as he turned away.

  “Because my shit had symbolism. I got it when Dame fell, and I want to remember how that nigga’s death claimed him,” he said with all seriousness.

  I could respect exactly what he was saying. I got inked the very next day celebrating that nigga’s fall. Dragon and me gave each other dap in understanding, and I headed out disappearing in the crowd, making sure that I saw Micah surrounded by sponsors and women. I had shit I needed to handle quickly, without him noticing; one of those things was to change into all black.

  After driving away, doing a run through to ditch anyone who may be following me, I headed to the Trap, where I swapped out my ride at an old garage I shared with the Misfits. I sped out then made it to my third new piece of property hidden in Decatur. I grabbed what I needed, put on my black gloves, a black skullcap, with a jacket that had a mask attached to it. I padded up my shoulders to change the shape of my body, and then headed out in a different ride that I planned to dispose of later. Driving through ATL, I found my way back at the club.

  I took the back way just in case it was still busy, but considering how late it was, I knew it wasn’t. A lot of us players had moved on to after parties and I knew where this club was located, wasn’t shit going to be going on outside of the club. My all-black 1972 Camaro backed up slowly as I worked the shift and kept my foot on the clutch, into a shielded blacked-out alley across from the club but close to the club’s parking zone. I quieted the engine, pulled my skull cap low, adjusted my mask, and pulled the large hood of my jacket over my head while my gloved hands gripped the steel silver chain design of my steering wheel.

  My attention stayed on the side and the front door of the club. My hand went to my cell then I hit send on my cell, alerting Angel to kick it to phase two. If everything was going to go right, Angel had to hold up on her end. I had scoped out his place for a while now. Monitoring every camera there was, and anyone who would be in the area, I watched my watch and saw the lights outside flicker. It was a signal that one of the team sponsors had handled business and taken out the security cameras.

  It was close to game time. My eyes glanced to the back of my leather black seats, settling on my bag of goodies. I sat, and waited for a nigga I had plans to have a long conversation with for however long that I wanted. Flashes of my dream played in my mind and a slow, sinister smile played across my lips as my eyes turned ink black, and the weapon I had pressed against the lower part of my back waited in anticipation to be used in battle.

  Chapter 16

  Angel

  “Yo, my niggas, this joint live as fuck, right?” Dragon yelled over the music.

  “It’s a’ight, but the party at my crib is about to better. This rat trap ’bout to close in about an hour. Bring that shit to the crib and let’s keep it turned up,” I heard Micah yell outside of the VIP doors.

  I’d know his voice anywhere. It was something that a woman would love to hear greet her in the morning and would be even better to hear in your ear when he was fucking you. I heard most of the players yell their excitement over the music.

  “You br
ing the bitches. I got everything else,” Dragon called out.

  “No doubt. Round the baddest ones up in here and let’s get it cracking. Niggas thinking ’cause they caught a ma’fucker slipping that I still ain’t ’bout that life, you feel me? Nothing stops me, my nigga. Feel me?”

  Everybody knew he was talking about the fact that he been found drugged in his car. They didn’t know the details of what had happened so Micah and his PRs started placing stories on all of the entertainment blogs saying he had been drugged, beaten, and robbed. He had been embarrassed. Everyone knew Micah was well connected in the A and even more so since Dame had bitten the dust. He was supposed to be an untouchable so the fact that he had been touched had grated his pride. This party, the fact that he was out of the hospital and showboating around the place attested to that. He had to show the A that the underworld conglomerate still couldn’t be stopped.

  “Damn, bitch, why you always in some shit?” Tino fussed as I kicked the man in the nuts who lay at our feet. One of the men that Micah used as his personal guard lay out cold at our feet. I knew there would be no way I could get close to Micah at this point. The look in his eyes when I’d seen him earlier said that he wanted to kill me and I knew if he got me alone, he would. So me and Tino changed up the plans after I got Enzo’s text.

  “I spilled most of the damn drink so that’s why the pill didn’t take effect like it was supposed to,” I told Tino. I kicked Kruger in his nuts again just because. I would never forget that he raped me along with Micah and Hemp and I would never forget what they did to Drew.

  Tino stood back with his hands on his slim hips. Sweat beads on his forehead. We both had to fight like hell to get Kruger down. Both of us sported the bruises to prove it. But it was the Taser in Tino’s clutch that had taken the big man down finally.

  “Bitch, you owe me a day at the spa and two days’ pay for this shit, ho. Whew, chile,” he said through bated breaths.

  “I got you. You remember where my crib is right?”

  He nodded and repeated the address off to me.

  “Good. Meet me there to get the rest of your pay.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, bitch. I’ll probably be there before you do.”

  I only nodded, too winded to say much else. We both stood in the dark corridors behind the black double doors that led to the exit. We could still hear the club in full effect and it sounded like Micah was about ready to leave.

  “We gotta get him out this hall,” I said after a while.

  “How we gon’ move this big nigga?” Tino asked with a frown and a tilt of his head.

  “I don’t know, but we gotta do something and we gotta do it quick.”

  The double doors came open. Both Tino and I stood upright, ready to take another nigga down if need be.

  “I’ll meet you at the crib, my nigga,” the man shouted back behind him.

  The male figure that came through the door made us relax a bit; well, not me because the man who turned to look at us was a man I had robbed. Dragon locked eyes on me and the bottom of my stomach fell out. I had been avoiding him like the plague since I’d taken him for his loot.

  “The fuck is you doing?” he barked out at me.

  “What I’m supposed to be doing. Help us move him,” I ordered.

  Dragon looked at me as if I had lost my mind. He was one of the guys that I actually felt bad about robbing. He’d been a cool dude, had opened up to me about some things. But he had to understand that it was a dog-eat-dog world and a bitch was hungry.

  “You know if it wasn’t for my nigga Enzo, I’d put your ass to sleep back here,” he spat at me. “I want my fucking chain back.”

  I shrugged. “I’m sorry, it’s gone,” I said with no remorse. I couldn’t let him see that I was rattled or that I had felt bad about what I had done. He wouldn’t respect my hustle then. Wouldn’t respect the fact that I had to do what I had to do.

  “You better be fucking playing, fa’sho, Angel, or else you on your fucking own. I’ll dead this whole shit and deal with Enzo later.”

  His face held a malicious frown. I’d known the necklace had meant a lot to him because he’d told me the story behind it. But none of that mattered; there was no way we could not see this plan through. For some reason I felt the need to show Enzo he could trust me.

  “Okay, look, maybe I can speak to my contact guy and see about getting it back, but I ain’t making no promises,” I finally said.

  For a while Dragon just stood there glaring at me.

  “Okay, are you two just gonna stand here and eye fuck or are we gonna go ahead and get down with the get on? Y’all got a bitch like me working way too hard,” Tino chimed in.

  Dragon shook his head then grabbed Kruger by the lapels of his jacket. He dragged the big man down the hall and then into a room before closing the door behind him.

  “A’ight, Angel, this all you,” Tino said as he pulled a ski mask from his pocket and pulled it over his head.

  I watched as Dragon did the same. I nodded, was ready to do my part. Tino pulled football pads on his shoulder then pulled on a sweater. The pads totally changed the shape and outline of his body build. No more words were passed between us as they headed out the exit door. Micah had wronged a lot of people so it had been nothing for us to convince a couple of players to get in on the plan. Dressed in all black, I had on black skinny jeans that hugged my ass so tight they looked as if they had been painted on, a black leotard with a cut showcasing a hint of breasts, and a pair of black thigh high boots that came with six-inch heels.

  I made sure no one saw me as I walked back into the party. I made my way to the bar amid getting hit on and ass grabbed a few times. I laughed and played it off like everything was everything. Did a quick scan of the room to see if I could spot Micah again. I didn’t see him. But I knew he was around probably watching me from a hidden spot. I grabbed four shots back to back. Took those shits to the head then made myself the life of the party.

  “Look me in my face, I ain’t got no worries.”

  The bounce of my ass moved in tune with the loud deep bass of the music. Lil Wayne’s annoying, alien-like voice floated around the club as lights flashed and vibrated because of the reverberation of the speakers. I was in my zone. All eyes were on me. I closed my eyes and just imagined it was me and Enzo back at my condo as I hopped on the small stage in the VIP, bent over, and made the Twerk Team, made famous by ass clapping and shaking on YouTube, look like amateurs. At that moment, I didn’t have no worries. Money was flowing, raining down on me. Several of the other Bounce Girls stood looking like they had run afoul out some rank pussy.

  I had a job to do. That was what I kept telling myself. I had probably taken one shot too many, but it was the only way I could keep my game face on. I lifted my head and made eye contact with Micah. He hadn’t been in the VIP moments before. But that was okay. Just like I had thought, he had been watching me from somewhere. That was the thing that made him most dangerous: you never knew when his eyes were on you. Niggas screamed and yelled wildly at me. Some just stood gazing curiously. I’d heard one ask Micah why he hadn’t showcased me before now. Then asked him how much it would cost for me for the night.

  “She’s priceless, my nigga,” Micah told him. “But give me a few minutes and I might change my mind.”

  Kruger stood behind Micah watching me too. That worried me. Micah must have found him in the back room. He had an ice pack on his eye as he and Micah whispered back and forth. I made eye contact with both men then smirked. I was bold knowing that in a few short hours, maybe minutes, both of them would meet their Maker. Club Rize’s VIP section had stripper poles and a small stage that was perfect for me. I stood up straight, slung my Brazilian Remy over my shoulders as I did the stripper bounce from side to side.

  Micah moved to sit right in front of me, arms folded across his broad chest. There was a plush black and red leather sofa, riddled with ones that he sat on. In his eyes was a coldness. I was almost turned on by it, al
most; but he was missing something. He was missing that demonic look, that predatory glare that said in this jungle called the Trap you would always be his food before he would be yours. Enzo had that look. Enzo had perfected that look. I imagined he was Enzo as I sauntered over to him. I balanced myself over his face. The softness of the couch almost made the stance in my heels awkward, but I had perfected the art of dancing thanks to my girl Coco. I could shake my ass standing barefoot on burning coal if need be.

  I squatted over Micah’s face and popped my pussy so hard that every nigga in the place got closer to see. It looked as if I was getting off by damn near having Micah eat my snatch in public, but it was flashbacks of the night before that had me gone. Micah had always had a weakness for my sex. This time was no different. Although I knew in his head he’d planned to kill me, that cold look in his eyes turned into another look I was very familiar with. He was turned on, ready to fuck or be fucked.

  “You see pussy right there, red bone mangoes right there.”

  Micah licked his lips then leaned back. His eyes never left mine. Jaw twitched, eyes glossed over, he was high.

  “Mad at me?” I asked him sarcastically.

  He didn’t respond. Back when he was paying Dame for me, he used to like when I played the seductive kiddy games with him. It used to get him off when I would pretend as if I cared whether he was upset with me and his dick would get harder and harder at the thought of me making it up to him. I smiled then dropped down to straddle his lap. Moved my ass and hips in a way that would make him remember what it was like to fuck me or to have me fuck him. I leaned in, placed my lips close to his. I knew he was mad, knew he wasn’t in the mood to play or talk to me, but he couldn’t deny his infatuation and attraction to me.

  It must have annoyed him to know I was getting a rise out of him. He jumped up quickly, almost causing me to fall on the floor. Micah’s hand caught the back of my hair. He grabbed my arm and forced me to walk toward the black double doors with the glaring exit sign above them. Kicking the doors open, he shoved me into the dark hallway I’d just been in moments before. I fell into the wall as I caught my balance.