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Randi ended the conversation, grabbed her .380 semiautomatic pistol from her glove compartment, got out of her car, and walked toward Jasmine's place.

“Now that's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout!” yelled Kita as she high-fived Roni. “Get Money Bitch!”

“Oh, so now I'm ya girl again, huh?”

“You neva stopped being my fuckin' girl. I just wanted you to get yo' damn priorities straight,” Kita said as she counted her cut of the money that Roni had jacked from Dennis.

“I hope you two hoes ain't in here arguing 'cause I really don't feel like hearing that bullshit,” Jasmine said as she walked into the room. In her hands she held three glasses and a bottle of Jose Cuervo Margarita.

Then she went back into the kitchen and grabbed two boxes of pizza and brought them back into the living room. The three women sat, devouring the pizzas, and talking shit amongst one another.

“Ahight, enough bullshitin',” Jasmine finally said. “Let's get down to business. Roni, I was telling Kita before you got here about a job I got lined up.”

Jasmine smiled wickedly as she outlined in detail how she planned to set up a meeting with her high-priced lawyer. She was at her scandalous best as she shared how she planned on robbing her, killing
her, and incinerating her body. Roni and Kita listened intently as Jasmine told them that the job would net them about eighty thousand dollars apiece. Just from her conversations with Melissa, she knew her lawyer was crazy paid. All three women reached for their guns as a knock on the door startled them.

“Get that,” Jasmine ordered to Kita.

Kita looked through the peephole, snapped her head around to Roni, and rolled her eyes.

“Ah hell naw! The fuck this bitch doing here?” she yelled, looking at Roni.

Seeing the angry look on Kita's face and the confused look on Roni's, Jasmine took charge like a true leader. She walked over to the door, looked through the peephole, frowned, and cut her eyes at Roni.

“What?” asked a still confused Roni.

When Jasmine opened the door, Randi walked past her like she owned the place. Roni's heart sank.

“Bitch, I know you didn't just walk the fuck in my house like dat!”

“Well, well, well,” Randi said, ignoring Jasmine's comment. “If it ain't three the hard way,” she said, gazing from one to the other.

“The name is Get Money Bitches, slut! And since yo ass is intruding on our meeting, you need to get the fuck out!”

Before Jasmine could say another word, Randi pulled out her recorder and pressed
play
. Roni was shocked as her drunken voice poured through the device, letting Jasmine and Kita know that she had divulged their business to her lover.

“What the fuck? How the fuck you gonna tell this bitch about our operation?” Jasmine stared at Roni, shaking her head. She was too disgusted to even talk to her. “The fuck you want from us, bitch?” Jasmine spat.

“I want in. What the fuck you think I want?”

Roni sat there with her head down, teary-eyed. She couldn't believe that her lover had played her.

“Now I know you hoes probably wanna talk this shit ova so y'all can just take y'all dumb asses in the back and I'll be waitin' out here.” Randi hoped that they would take the bait and leave the room so the final phase of her plan could be ignited.

“And in case you bitches go back there and talk about killing a bitch, this recording is on my home voicemail for a friend of mine to turn into the police if somethin' happens to me.”

The three women turned and headed for the kitchen.

“Oh, by the way, Jasmine,” she said as she reached into her inside coat pocket. “You like my red wig?”

It was at that instant Jasmine remembered where she had seen Randi before. She was the woman with the red hair that Jasmine spotted in the courtroom the day of her trial. Still slightly confused by it all, she led her crew to the kitchen to talk.

When they came back into the living room to tell Randi that they would accept her offer and include her, they stopped dead in their tracks. Standing next to Randi and holding a .357 Magnum was Melissa.

“What the fuck goin' on in this muthafucka?” Jasmine asked.

“Payback, bitch,” Melissa replied. “How long did you two hoes think you were gonna keep fuckin' my husband and I wasn't gonna find out about it? I guess you tramps never realized that he talks in his fuckin' sleep. I've known about you two bitches all along.”

“Wait, hol' up.” Kita threw her hands up. “Who the fuck is you?”

“She's my lawyer,” Jasmine said, answering before Melissa could. “And we've been fuckin' her husband.”

“Who, Patrick?”

Melissa snorted out a laugh. “His name is Tony, you stupid hoe,” Melissa scolded.

“I hate a dumb bitch,” Randi chimed in. Randi then glanced toward Roni, whose eyes were glistening. “Ahhh, don't be sad, boo. It was fun while it lasted.”

Instantly getting angry at the thought of being made a fool of, Roni took a step in Randi's direction but stopped cold when Randi pulled a pistol from the small of her back.

“Bitch, you betta ease yo' pussywhipped ass the fuck back!”

“What the fuck you got to do wit any o' this shit?” Kita yelled.

“Oh, I wouldn't have a fuckin' thing to do wit it… if you and yo bitch-ass crew hadn't murdered my parents!”

The GMBs looked at each other and then back at Randi before it finally kicked in.

“Oh shit,” said a surprised Jasmine. “That's why yo' ass was in court that day!”

“Yeah, bitch! And lucky for me that your lawyer used her connections to find out who I was so we could get revenge on you bitches!”

“And before you hoes think about trying to rattle me by telling me that my husband is dead, I already know about it.” Melissa laughed. “I followed that punk-ass nigga to your house and waited outside for you to leave. You killing him just saved me the trouble of doing it and having to cover it up. As soon as you left, I went inside and spit on his no-good ass. I did play the naïve, hurt wife good, though,” she said, patting herself on the back.

Jasmine's mind raced a mile a minute as she tried to think of a way to get to her .38 that was lying under a pillow on the couch. Roni had her pistol in the small of her back but was too heartbroken to think about reaching for it. Kita had left hers in the kitchen but knew if she made a sudden dash for it, she would be rewarded with
a bullet in the back. But from where she was standing, she could easily grab Roni's. Knowing that was probably their only chance, she made her move. Melissa and Randi high-fived each other, causing a slight distraction. That was all the time Kita needed as she snatched Roni's gun from her lower back and aimed it at Randi. Acting on pure lover's instinct, Roni screamed at the top of her lungs. “NOOO! DON'T SHOOT HER!”

Just before Kita let off a shot toward Randi, Roni pushed her arm, causing the shot to go wild.

Pow!
Kita's body hit the floor with a resounding thud as a bullet from Randi's .380 ripped through her chest.

Jasmine was in total shock. She couldn't believe that Roni had caused the shooting of their friend over a bitch she had just met.

As Kita lay on the floor bleeding profusely and gasping for air, Randi walked over to her and kissed Roni on the lips. “Thanks, baby,” she said as she shot Kita in the throat.

Coming out of her shocked state, Jasmine grabbed Roni around the neck and tried to choke the life out of her. “You stupid bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you? You got our best friend killed over this bitch?”

Heat suddenly seared through Jasmine's back as Melissa put two hot slugs into the small of her back. Life drained out of her body as she slumped to the floor. Roni took one look at her two dead best friends and lost it, screaming and crying.

Pow! Pow!

“Bitch, shut up all that damn noise,” Randi said as she dumped two shots into Roni's forehead.

“Now,” Melissa said. “Where did motor mouth over there say that Jasmine kept her cash?”

Randi ran to the back and checked each room until she came to
Jasmine's. Then she looked up under the bed and pulled out a large black trunk. She dragged it back into the living room and shot the lock off of it. When she opened it, both of their mouths fell open.

“This bitch been stackin' all kinda paper,” Melissa said of the trunk loaded with hundreds and fifties. “It's gotta be a half a million in there.”

Melissa then walked over to the door where she had dropped two duffle bags down on the floor. “Let's bag this shit up and get the fuck outta here. Grab two of them glasses and that wine, too.”

After bagging up the money, the two women cracked the door and peered outside. Cars were passing by, but there was no one standing around so they hurried to Melissa's Lexus SUV, popped the hatch, threw the money inside, and pulled off.

After stopping at a convenience store and having Randi run in for a couple of blunts, Melissa drove down to the lake so they could chill out and celebrate. She pulled up close to the edge of the water and cut the car off. “That's what the fuck I'm talking about! We got paid and we got our revenge all at the same muthafuckin' time! You know what? Go back there and get two hundred-dollar bills outta that bag. I got an idea.”

While Randi was getting the money, Melissa poured both of them a glass of wine and set them in the cup holders. When Randi got back inside the truck, Melissa took a lighter out of her pocket. “Let me get one o' them blunts you rolled up on the way over here.” Melissa then flicked the lighter and lit both bills. She then lit her blunt with the burning money, hoping Randi would follow suit, which she did.

“Look, Randi, I know that this money doesn't make up for your parents not being here, but we did get our revenge,” Melissa said, noticing that Randi hadn't spoken since they'd left Jasmine's house. “Let's have a victory toast.”

The two women picked up the glasses, clicked them together and downed the wine. Five minutes later, Randi got out and walked around. Melissa looked in the side-view mirror just in time to see Randi collapse to the ground. The boric acid that she had poured
in Randi's wine while she was getting the money had done its job.

Melissa puffed on the blunt twice and blew smoke into the air. “I don't split money or niggas with bitches,” she said, driving off. She smiled as she looked in the mirror. “Get money, bitch,” she said to herself. “Get money.”

C.J. Hudson grew up in the inner city of Cleveland, Ohio. He witnessed firsthand what it was like to be around murderers, crack dealers, and thieves. Refusing to become another statistic, C.J. attended Kent State University after graduating from East High School. Years later he enrolled at Kaplan Institute, where he received his certificate in electricity. An avid reader for over eighteen years, C.J. signed with Life Changing Books in 2009 and penned his first novel,
Chedda Boyz
, in 2010. Since then he has penned
Next Door Nympho
, also published by LCB, and has self-published
Mo Chedda
, the sequel to
Chedda Boyz
, and an ebook entitled
Hood Luv
. He is currently hard at work on his next project. Visit the author at
www.authorcjhudson.com

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“A quarter of a million.”

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Harvey extracted the implant filled with liquid heroin out of the twenty-three-year-old mule's right breast and held it in his palm. Blood painted his latex gloves ruby red and glistened in the brightly lit operating room. Groping the implant with his fingers, he took a whiff of it, allowed his tongue to retreat out of his mouth, and licked a portion of it until it was stain free.