Duffle Bag Bitches (2 page)

“Bitch please”, he huffed thinking about how bad this bitch was.

Shannon smiled at him, “Your dick hard ain’t it? You want to fuck me don’t you?”

“Girl you not all that! So why you asking if my dick hard, girl bye.” He tried to walk away, but Shannon side stepped him and jumped right in his face grabbing his dick. It was hard as a jaw breaker; she kissed him “Told you.”

Dallas was dying laughing at how this chick had just handled one of his toughest men. The nigga was steaming because he never had a woman make him feel weak and warm inside all at the same time.

“Aye D that shit ain’t funny man,” he huffed.

“Zane my bad nigga I am not laughing at you, trust me, I am laughing with you.” He was still tickled when Nisha chimed in, “I’m back for a reason.”

D stopped laughing “What? You couldn’t pull the nigga cord could you?” He asked.

“What you call cord pulling?" Jasmine asked getting pissed. He just looked at her wondering if she’d be the first out of this crew to cause him problems.

 
"I think a shot to the back of the dome and a broken neck covers that.”
 
Jasmine boasted because she hated when niggas acted like a bitch couldn’t get the fucking job done. Dallas looked at Nisha like is she bullshitin’? Nisha just smiled at him and he shook his head at what he had heard. He had his eye on Jay, the thick teapot was very quiet yet breathe taking.

 
“Baby you don’t talk much do you?” He asked Jay.

“Why do I need to talk when I already have you intrigued with my silence?” She smirked

Dallas knew that he had just gotten himself in a bunch of trouble dealing with these women.
 
He could tell they all were deadly weapons in one way or another. He lay back in his chair pondering the thought.

Nisha broke his train of thought, “Dallas are you going to daydream or get down to business?”

“Show me what you got.” He said leaning forward in his chair. Nisha dumped the four hundred grand on his desk causing him to jump up.

“About how much you think that is?” He asked.

“I don’t think, I know its four hundred grand.”
 
Jasmine told him.

“Four hundred grand? Really?” He asked very impressed with the skills before him. These hoes were going to be a goldmine.

“Yeah he was saving up to buy me a million dollar house cash money that I told him I wanted.” Nisha loved tooting her own horn. “This girl right here makes shit happen.” She patted her pussy as she gave credit to it.

Dallas was very interested in the pussy she was carrying to make a nigga grind that hard for her. Then again he thought some pussy is just better left alone.

“Now that ya’ll have made this happen are ya’ll ready to join this family? Once you’re in there's no turning back.” Dallas always let the people that got down with his team know that death is the only way out of this family. He gave them a choice to ride or not- after all, it was a free country.

“Look Dallas if we didn’t want to be here nigga we wouldn’t have came. We’re holding enough money to keep us pretty cool until we decide to make our next move boo.” Shannon had assured him.

“Lil mama why you so hot headed? Calm the fuck down we see you boo!” He checked her, so he thought.

“Well that means I’m handling shit all wrong cause I hate to be seen or heard I’d rather be felt!” She leaned in and licked the nigga on his lips very gently.

Dallas laughed, “Bitch never lick me like that again in your life, I will kill you before I let you fuck up my mind.” The whole room burst into laughter. All the men loved the new women that were about to become a part of their lives.

“We in D just give us our next move. We’re on it and will report back to you once we have the money. Even though we work for you if we come across our own lick we will get that too.” Big Jay informed him.

“So what’s my cut?” he wanted to see where their heads were.

“This money right here, you have no cut. This was our lick; we just brought it to show you how we move.” Jasmine stepped in.

“On the other hand whatever you find for us your finder fee is a sixty/forty split. The licks we find on our own there’s an eighty/twenty split only because we decided to be a part of this family. Hate it or love it, the rates won’t change.” Nisha told him.

They blew his mind on so many levels that he was already starting to fall in love with each and every one them- but Shannon, she reminded him so much of Kesha. He knew with these bitches he would have to lay down the ground rules.

“Ladies I respect all your terms. Now it’s time for you to respect mine.” He looked around to make sure he had their attention. “First thing no matter who finds the lick, me or ya’ll; they all should be okayed by me. I know everything about every hustler in and outside the STL and it’s best to have background info on the muthafucka you’re about to press, it can make your shit just a little easier.” He paused just to make sure they were feeling him.

"Second I know that ya’ll got heart like a muthafucka but I still want the Duffle Bag Boyz to be back up heat for the Duffle Bag Bitches and vice versa." Neither the men nor the women were wild about this rule but they had to deal with it.

“Last but never least, if for any reason you come across any of them Vicious or Venom workers, do not; I repeat do not fuck with them. Pass on that lick; we don’t need that kind of heat at home. It’s bigger fish out here, trust me.” Dallas finished

Shannon spoke, “Vicious and Venom ain’t shit! They can get it just like any other muthafucka.” She was pissed because she hated them hoes, their name held too much weight in the street.

“Feel free to do as you wish baby, just know that me or my crew will not go to war with them because of your ego. If you want your name to hold that kind of weight you got to put in the work love.” As much as she hated what he just said she knew that he was right. Vicious had been holding her own for some time now and once she found her twin sister Venom they became the most unstoppable women duo in the Lou.
 
It was all good though because in a matter of time the Duffle Bag Bitches would be known as well.

The ladies left the warehouse feeling like they were on cloud nine. They were about to get money with one of the newest major players in the Lou. Even though he wasn't born and bred there you would have thought he was. He held his own weight in the city, and was loved by few and hated by many. Things were starting to look up. All the women had a hundred thousand a piece and they were sitting lovely.

Nisha planned to use her money for shopping, taking care of her children, and buying herself a ride. She lived with her mother and she liked it that way. Her mother took care of the kids most of the time anyway. Nisha was about herself, she wanted to party and live the carefree life, which wasn’t a bad idea if you had someone in your corner to help you live that way.

Nisha wasn’t with Jasmine and Shannon’s brother Staccz anymore. After years with both of them lying and playing games with each other’s hearts Staccz had finally called it quits. If Nisha had it her way they would have stayed together forever.
 
That chance had passed though and there was nothing left to do but try and move on.
 
. As Nisha sat in the car with the trio, she was very excited about her new life and she planned to enjoy it to the fullest. From here on out, she was feeling like fuck all niggas. She planned to get money, love didn’t live there anymore.

Jasmine sat across from Nisha. She glanced at her a few times wondering what she was thinking. Jasmine and her sisters never really cared for Nisha because she was known for lying, but still they loved her no matter what. Family is family regardless of their shortcomings.

Jasmine knew that she was glad to have this money but she wasn’t gonna be able to shine or ball out like these hoes. She had four children and a husband. He was a great man and father. Korey stood about five-foot-eight, one hundred seventy five pounds of muscle, and the color of an Almond Joy. His dreads hung well pass his shoulders and he had a smile that made you feel as if the doctor was using his light to examine you. Yeah she had some eye candy on her arm, and this crazy bitch didn’t play about her nigga either. She would rip your fucking heart out for looking at that nigga too long. She sat there thinking about how she would have to hide the money and slowly inch it into her life. She could never let her husband know that she was out there risking her life, even if she felt justified doing it. In some ways she was just plain ole greedy when it came to the almighty dollar. As she sat there, she was already planning to save most of her money, because she already knew that she wouldn’t last long in this new family.

A four way split was already too rich for her blood, but they all came into this together. With Dallas in their pocket now she knew that her departure would come sooner rather than later. She really didn’t care for this dude but she would deal with anything for a small period of time just to make money. She only had one issue now that she was down with the Duffle Bag Bitches; there was no way out according to Dallas. The thought caused her to chuckle because she didn’t really think he knew who he was really dealing with.

 
“What the fuck you laughing at?” Big Jay asked.

“None of your fucking business! Damn!” Jasmine also had a real fucked up attitude.

“Bitch hold the phone and check your email for the bullshit, it just might be coming right back to you.” Big Jay was sweet as apple pie but she didn’t take no shit from anyone. People often made the mistake of taking her kindness for weakness.

“Bitch it wasn’t even like that and you know it.” Jasmine often talked rough to people but didn’t really mean shit by it, sometimes she didn’t really know how harsh she sounded and would become puzzled when someone became angry with her.

Shannon and Nisha watched the two very close friends bicker with each other. Nisha was still in her own box and couldn’t wait to get out of the car to get a move on with the rest of her day. She had shit to do and had had enough of these bitches for one day.

Shannon on the other hand was listening to them, so she laughed here and there. As always she had to put her two cents into the conversation. “Jay I don’t know why you wasting your breath on her ass, she gone find a way to be right!” Shannon looked at Jasmine shaking her head.

Before Jay could respond, Jasmine let loose, “Bitch who asked you to say something? You always got your muthafuckin mouth running like a leaky ass faucet.” Jasmine was pissed now. Shannon was her baby sister and she always found a way to get under her skin.

“Bitch pump your brakes because this here ain’t what you want!” Shannon let her know she was about to get her ass whooped. Shannon was hot headed all the time no matter if she was right or wrong.

“What the fuck you mean this ain’t what I want? Bitch you ain’t hard. I keep telling your dirty ass that.” Jasmine knew she struck a nerve by calling Shannon dirty.

“Dirty? Bitch please, never! What the fuck you thinking, I was getting money before I got down with you hoes and your little hustle.” Shannon always acted like her shit didn’t stink.

“Just because your ratchet ass did a little modeling for a book cover? That don’t mean shit to me.” Jasmine was kind of right about the book cover that Shannon was on. Their older sister wrote books and used one of Shannon’s pictures for the cover. Ever since then Shannon had felt like she was hot shit for real.

“Your hating ass had to bring that shit up didn’t you?” Shannon laughed. Jasmine was about to hit her with a comeback, but Jay had had enough of the shit already. She was pulling up in front of Nisha’s ole birds’ crib. She killed the engine and Nisha jumped out.

“Aye! Ya’ll bitches gone shut the fuck up! I am sick of hearing all this bullshit.” Jay fussed.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to tell us to shut the fuck up?” Shannon asked.

“Bitch I am Jay, that’s who the fuck I am and I don’t want to hear this shit plus ya’ll are sisters, so act like it.” Jay checked her ass.

“That bitch ain’t shit to me!” Jasmine said

“You right about that you just mad cause your greedy hating ass was sitting back there thinking about a way to say fuck the team cause too many hands in the pot now.” Shannon knew her sister too well.

“Bitch you don’t know what the fuck you talking about so you need to fall the fuck back for real.” Jasmine was pissed because Shannon had read her mind. “Jay move the ride so I can get to my crib and away from this whack hoe.” Jasmine hated Shannon at times.

Jay put the car in gear praying that Shannon would just let the conversation go. Her prayers were answered for the time being because she knew that they would go back at it sooner or later, she was just trying to get Jasmine to her crib as soon as possible.

They made it to Jasmines’ spot in no time, and Jay was so glad. Shannon was in her own thoughts. She was sitting thinking about how she would use her money to plush her crib out, shop for herself and her daughter Jailah; and trick out the Monte Carlo she got a few months ago. Shannon was excited about working with Dallas. He was hella fine, but that lil nigga Zane that she was talking shit to was gone get it with his sexy ass. She loved her sister Jasmine very much, but just couldn’t deal with her mouth or selfish ways. She knew it was time to start feeding her with a long handled spoon, family or not.