A nigga out the city mind is the only way to survive is kill and that may mean protecting yourself. Doing anything for a come up; lie, steal and kill by any means and a lot of niggas got that mentality thinking that's the way to come up.
That's New Orleans. If he ain't know how to do nothing else he knew how to get money; and didn't care how he did it. Grimy at it's finest. New Orleans born and raised; a rare breed, a nigga who was different from the rest, not a ounce of loyalty in his body but the image he portrayed you would think otherwise.
In the words of a young nigga; Tony had that shit on. Wearing the Lanvin X x Gallery Department T-shirt paring it with black Amiri Splatter Paint denim Jeans. Finishing it off with the white Nike Air Force 1s on his feet; complimenting it with the red Valentino bucket hat. A simple gold chain along with a gold Rolex on his wrist. He always made sure his swag was up to par.
He focused his eyes on the path that was ahead of him, he walked with a slight limp which many females found attractive. A swagger walk; as they would call it. From one club to the next; Tony found himself at Onyx. He wasn't really the clubbing type of guy but tonight he wanted to go out.
After coincidentally seeing Reyna with Gino, it confirmed everything he had been hearing from the streets.
He didn't know what Reyna had going but he hoped she was playing it safe but how could he say play it safe when he was in fact the reason that all of this started in the first place.
Tony portrayed that image like he was a loyal friend to Shai when he was really an enemy. Some times niggas just couldn't stand to see they niggas win and Tony was one of those people.
His eyes landed on Egypt; he heard about her from around the way. She was a real beautiful girl with a nice figure and she was also a necessity being that she had dealings with Gino.
Anything to get close to him. She was your typical hood bitch, real gutta bitch, loud and messy.
Always looking for a good time and that was Egypt. As she stood in the line with her two friends; they all were solid 10s dressed to the nines. Their were pretty women everywhere in Houston.
"I'ma pay for me and 'em." Tony said, as he nodded his head towards Egypt and her two friends and one of them so happened to be Kelsey.
Egypt looked over her shoulder as her eyes fell upon him. She knew that peculiar New Orleans accent from anywhere.
As he pulled the wad of money from his pocket and started counting, he wasn't doing nothing teasing her. Luring her in. He knew bitches like Egypt was all about a dollar. Just like him she was on a come up as well.
Meek Mill & Rick Ross 'I'm A Boss' blared through the speakers of the club. Egypt walked along side Tony as they slid up in to the club with her girls in tow; after he paid their way to get in.
They followed behind one of the many bottle girls as she led them to the sections. Clouds of weed and hookah smoke danced in the atmosphere, single dollar bills covered the floor making it seem as if the floor was made of money.
As soon as they reached their VIP section it was only a matter of minutes before they was served with Bottles and cash.
Tony let the women do their thing. He knew he didn't have no business being out in Houston but he could careless. He was a dangerous man who loved taking risk. Plus he couldn't stay in New Orleans too much longer it was too risky. It was a death trap.
"You ain't slick." Egypt smirked, as she brought the glass of Luc Belaire Rose to her lips. Her eyes focused on Tony.
Even though the Raybans covered his eyes, he still focused his attention on her. She had a backside on her that sat round and up. She wore the short mini halterneck dress; showing off the tattoos that covered her back. Her hair was parted down the middle and styled in crimps. She wore a ample amount of makeup which didn't look bad.
