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Red and Chris knew they had reached Kim’s apartment because they could hear Young Jeezy’s remix of “Hustle Hard” shaking the ground from her residence. Red looked at Chris and laughed while instinctively mouthing off the words to the chorus. Chris shook her head. “Ghetto as hell!” she mumbled. She rolled her eyes and marched into Kim’s apartment. The cheap ass furniture and fixtures were very different from what she was comfortable with. As the song ended, Kim came out of the bedroom.

“Heeey!” Kim ran up to Chris and greeted her like they were long lost sisters, even though they had never seen each other before that moment. Kim looked up at Red. “What up, punk?” She gave him a hug also.

“What up, bitch!”

“Bitch? Nigga, you know what?  Neva’ mind.” She was a firecracker for a five foot two, one hundred-ten pound chick. She looked comfortable in her baggy off brand jeans, extra long T-shirt, and pink and white low-cut Nike shoes. Then she pushed him away before giving him a hug. “You lucky I love you, nigga,” she said as she took two sets of keys out of her pocket. “These keys work the locks on the bedroom and the front door.”

Red reached for the keys. “Cool.” He walked to the bedroom and opened the door to find the room fully furnished with neutral colored bedding, lamps and furniture. Ready to relax, he started to reach for the remote to turn on the television, but remembered he needed to handle something. He got up from the bed and walked to the common living room area. “Yo Chris, I’mma get yo’ bags and bring ‘em up ‘cause I gotta go handle some bizness.”

Chris dug into her pocket, took out the car keys, and tossed them to him while she and Kim went on with their conversation as if he were some random nigga walking up to them at the club. He couldn’t believe how Kim and Chris were really hitting it off. Usually, women were not so girly-girl with one another upon first meeting, especially not Chris.

He retrieved the bags from the car and took them upstairs. He grabbed a box cutter out of his bag and headed out the door.

***

Red drove back down North Tryon and turned onto Mallard Creek to a second set of condo apartments near UNC-Charlotte. He parked, exited the car and made the flight up the stairs to J. T’s old condo. Luck had it that it was empty. He looked toward the sky and thanked God. He picked the lock and entered the unit. It looked like someone had just recently moved out. He hadn’t been to the condo since he followed Justice to Chicago, opting to leave everything in case he needed to come back to it at a later time.

Red looked up and couldn’t believe the bullet hole near the ceiling fan was still there. He could remember the day Cross was playing with his pistol and it went off. It brought a feeling of dread over him as he reminisced about his cousin. As he stared at that hole, he remembered that Carlos was the reason for Cross’s demise.

“I’mma slump that faggot ass nigga, too. Two birds wit’ one stone, my nigga,” Red vowed, as if he were talking to Cross. “I put that on everythang.”

Red made his way to J.T.’s old bedroom and panicked because he noticed the carpet had been replaced. He walked over to the closet and knelt down to the spot where the loose floorboards should have been. He took out the box cutter and cut a chunk out of the carpet. Once the carpet was up, he tapped on the floorboard and noticed it was still loose. He used a key to pry it up. Inside was one of J.T’s safes. Elated, Red reached in his pocket and took out the small piece of paper in which he had written the combination. As he opened it, he found some of the most treasured ratchets he and J.T. had owned. He found his old Desert Eagle and one of J.T.’s Tec-9’s. “I’mma toss this on that bitch’s grave,” he muttered.

Before Red stepped out of the condo, he glanced back up at that small hole in the ceiling and he had a vision of how Carlos and his boy pulled up and murdered Cross execution style. He shook his head as he closed the door behind him. Now he wanted that nigga just as bad as he wanted Justice.

***

“I’m up in here all the time.” Kim bragged as she and Chris stepped into BobCutz. “Deb always make sure my shit tight.”

Chris nodded her head. She liked Kim and felt a closer friendship with her than she had thought she would. Probably because Chris and Kim were a lot alike. They both liked money.

Kim wasted no time in pointing niggas out as they walked towards the back of the shop. “That second nigga right there—” She pointed to the young man in an orange barber jacket with baggy blue jeans, “That’s War. His uncle, Carlos, owns the place. And them niggas look just alike, too, you’ll see,” Kim rambled.

Chris made a mental note of War’s features for future reference.

“And that old man sittin’ on dat ugly ass green chair is Luther, he runs the place. The man sitting next to him with the long locks is Supreme—he always in here. He talk a lotta shit, but he perfectly harmless,” Kim said with confidence. She just didn’t know how ruthless ‘Preme really was. “And the nigga in the wheelchair that look like he could be Chucky’s daddy is Scarface.”

Chris shook her head at Kim’s description of Face. However, she had to admit, those facial features and that scar definitely put him in the running to play “Who’s the Father” on
The Maury Povich Show.

“What up, Kim?” Carlos asked as he walked up behind them. He had just entered the shop. He and Kim hugged and then Carlos stepped back and admired her for a minute. Then he looked over at the fine stranger standing beside her.

“Hey Carlos. I didn’t see you come in.” Kim spoke. She saw him scoping out Chris so she made an impromptu introduction, “this my friend Jasmine. She just moved here from Alabama.” Chris was impressed at how quickly Kim had changed her name and came up with a lie about who she was and what she was doing with her. Kim had definitely won some brownie points with her for that. Carlos extended his hand to shake Chris’ and she obliged.

“You gettin’ that ‘do’ did today?” Carlos asked, not really caring because he was still checking out Chris’s thick thighs in the short skirt she was wearing.

“Nah, not today. I just wanted to bring Jasmine by to check out the place so she can make an appointment to get her locks twisted.” Kim lied.

“Oh okay, that’s what’s up. I’ll holla at ‘cha.” Carlos said, and then added. “Nice to meet you Jasmine. Hope I see more of you.” The flirtatiousness in his voice was hard to miss.

Chris smirked. “Oh, I’m sure you will.” she replied.

After the brief exchange, Carlos walked off and headed towards his office while Face rolled his wheelchair to the back after him. Chris did a double take between Carlos and War and noticed that Kim was on point when it came to describing their looks. She had taken in everyone in the shop from the young receptionist at the front to the baller who had just graced her with his presence. From what Red and Kim had already told her about Carlos she knew he wasn’t gonna be an easy mark, but she figured with the proper planning, she and Red could pull it off and probably end up with some paper as well.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Normally, Tan would have had one of her workers serve Loon, but she decided that she would meet Loon herself this time. She had visited Club Nikki’s, a popular strip club off Little Rock Road. There, she befriended a dancer that called herself Honey because of her moist-looking D-cups and cinnamon colored ass that had niggas licking their lips every time she graced the stage. Her curly, blonde-streaked hair had her looking exotic.

 Tan had put a couple of hundred dollars on a pre-paid debit card and sent Honey to check into a hotel on Sugar Creek and she began to put her plan into action.

 Honey was the type of chick that was down for whatever and thirsty as hell for dough. Besides, she was no stranger to getting involved in some grimy shit! In fact, the grimier the better. No one expected a chick that looked like Lisa Raye in the face, but had a body like the porn star Pinky, to be up to anything scandalous other than fucking for a buck.

 Once at the room, they stepped out of the rental and Tan popped the trunk. She grabbed two large suitcases and handed Honey a traveling bag and a suitcase of her own to carry. She followed Honey into the hotel room and immediately went to work. Honey went into the bathroom to change into her outfit and Tan focused on taking down the hotel’s stale white curtains and putting up a mesh purple set she had gotten at Wal-Mart. She pulled the sheets off the King-sized bed and put on a foam mattress pad and white fitted mattress sheet that she had gotten from Bed Bath & Beyond.  Then she put on a purple and crème sheet set that she had also gotten from Wal-Mart. After fixing the bed, she took the light bulbs out and replaced the white lights with blue ones. Once she finished, Tan sat on the bed, picked up the remote, and set the channel to BET. When she looked up, she saw Honey walking out of the bathroom in a French maid outfit.

“How a bitch look?” Honey asked as she modeled her outfit for Tan. Tan licked her lips, but remembered that this outfit was for Loon, not for her.

“You good, babe,” Tan said, letting the stripper know she was pleased. At that moment, the
Loony Tunes
ringtone blared and she put her finger up to her lips to tell Honey to be quiet. “Where you at?” she spoke.

“I’m getting off the Sugar Creek exit now. I should be there in a few minutes; traffic fucked up.”

“Cool,” Tan said as she gave him the dial tone. Meanwhile, Honey was cleaning up the room, setting up the air fresheners, and creating the perfect ambience for Loon. “Remember what I told you. Follow the script, boo boo.”

“No doubt.”

Tan got up and gave Honey a hug, squeezing her ass a little. She shook her head, knowing that she would never be able to grab a piece of that again. She exited the room.

***

Loon knocked on the door and Honey opened it. Loon stared at the girl, momentarily dazed. Honey licked her lips and curled her fingers, enticing Loon to follow her inside. “Welcome to the Sex Room,” she cooed. Honey stepped aside and watched as Loon waddled in and took off his jacket. His rank smell offended her, but like a true actor, she kept the charade going, pretending she didn’t notice. “Why don’t you take a shower and loosen up while I finish cleaning up?”

“A shower? Fuck I’mma take a shower for.” Loon laughed as he walked around the room, checking shit out.

“Tan told me
to take care of you.
But if you in a hurry . . .” She let her words trail off.

“Business first, shawty. Money over bitches all day,” Loon lied.

Honey smirked. “Tan havin’ your work put in the trunk right now.”

Loon peeked out of the window and saw a man taking out the bag of money and placing the familiar looking duffel bag full of yayo in its place. Loon smiled at the thought of how much profit he was gonna make off the twenty keys. At ease that everything was going smoothly and that Tan had set him up with a sexy ass bonus as well, he wasted no time taking off his clothes. He was anxious as hell and silently thanking Tan for setting this shit up.

Once Loon was in the shower, Honey stepped to the window and gave the signal for Tan to come to the room. Tan was back in the room in less than two minutes. Seeing that Loon was still in the shower, she had changed into a khaki-colored trench coat. Underneath, she was rocking a purple leather Teddy that matched the décor of the room. Her gloves and her boots gave her the ultimate dominatrix look. She looked at the chilled bucket of chanpagne on the counter next to the nightstand and smiled at Honey. “Thanks, babe.” Tan took out three one hundred dollar bills and placed them in Honey’s garter.  

Tan had opened her trench and smiled when Loon stepped out of the bathroom with an extra large towel wrapped around his waist.

“Surprise!” Tan yelled excitedly as she dropped her trench coat, revealing her dominatrix outfit to Loon.

“I’ll be got-damned!” Loon responded in shock. “I heard your ass was a freak, but I didn’t think it was true.” Loon was shocked beyond belief at the fact that he was about to fuck Tan’s fine ass.

“Well” Tan played coy even though she was repulsed by the comment. “Let’s just say money makes me cum and you’ve been makin’ a bitch plenty of that. So I just thought I’d show my appreciation.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Loon dropped his towel, showing off his thumb-sized erection peeking through the hair and fat. Tan and Honey tried not to laugh.

“Babe, won’t you give us a minute.” Tan told Honey and watched as she stepped into the bathroom. “Let’s get on the bed,” Tan said seductively as she crawled on one side and Loon fell on the other side. She handed Loon a glass and she took one and poured both of them some of the chilled champagne. “To gettin’ money . . . and gettin’ bad bitches.” She nodded toward the bathroom where Honey had gone. “And many more to come,” she added. They toasted and both of them downed their first glass. Tan refilled both glasses and she sipped hers slowly while she watched Loon down his like a glass of water. Repulsed, Tan refilled Loon’s glass while putting hers down. As Loon downed his third glass, Tan started playing with his dick, wanting to laugh at how firm the tiny dick got in her hand. As she stroked, she realized that the head peeked past her hand just slightly and that Loon was leaking pre-cum. Fortunately, her hands didn’t have to touch it as she was still wearing her gloves.

“Damn, girl. Yeah, stroke that big muthaucka,” Loon moaned as Tan continued to stroke him with one hand and reached under the pillow and pulled out three small syringes filled with rat poison and battery acid with the other. She switched hands and lowered her face to his dick as if she were going to give him a blowjob. “I’mma get you ready for my girl.”

“Hell yeah, suck this shit,” Loon commanded, not believing his luck. He couldn’t wait to get back to the ATL and brag about this shit to his niggas. He had his eyes closed in ecstasy, so he didn’t see when she grabbed the syringes. However, he felt the sting as she jabbed him in his ass with all three needles simultaneously and pressed the caps, releasing the poison. Tan jumped up from the bed and watched as Loon’s eyes widened in disbelief. He didn’t know what was happening to him as he felt his blood begin to warm in his veins. The acid was already eating away at his arteries.