3rd Chapter

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"My cousin Fat-man. Keith saw him kill a nigga, but somebody saw Keith at the scene and said he did it, but when the police pick his bitch ass up, he straight told everything. But, that cool because he got a new trial at the end of the year and Keith the Star witness." Mike-Mike said.

"Well, do what you going do to his bitch ass so I can get my money," Louis said

"I got something else for him, Bam gives him the money," Mike-Mike said to one of the masked men

"Nice doing business with you," Louis said, catching the bag

"Come on Mike-Mike, nigga saw me get thrown in a white cable Van, this country police probably already looking for me, just let me go and I swear I won't come to court," Keith said

"That cool, because this ain't a real cable Van," Mike-Mike said

talking the cable sign off the Van and throwing it in the Van beside Keith

"It sucks to be you," Louis said, walking off

"Were you about to go," Mark asked when they got by Louis's car?

"Nowhere special," Louis said, going into the bag handing Mark two nice size stacks of money

"What's this for?" Mark Asked, looking at the money in his hand

"Keith had 30 stacks on his head. And that's half."

"That's why I love you."

"Matter fact, keep the bag too," Louis said, taking the money out of the bag, and throwing it to Mark.

"Fuck is this for?" Mark Asked, catching the bag

"Put Gutta head in it or something," Louis said, getting in his car pulling off.

A half-hour later, Louis was in the city, on his way to the strip club to watch Paris dance. Paris has been texting and calling Louis ever since the night they went out, but Louis only text back a couple of times. She asks Louis to come and watch her dance on Multiple occasions, but the strip club scene wasn't his thing. He never understood why people go to strip clubs, to throw money

at someone, they didn't know, but today was different. He knew Paris and he fucked her, plus he needed an alibi if someone told the police that he and Keith were fighting days before and the police come asking questions about his whereabouts for today.

When Louis got downtown on Baltimore street ("AKA The Block'') it looked like another world to Louis. Doing the day, it was a bunch of businesspeople walking around or people working. Doing the night, it was prostitution, gambling, and people selling any type of drug that they can make some money off. And tonight wasn't or different when Louis was riding his Bentley down the street making heads turn on every corner. It was Multi pic strip clubs on Baltimore street, but Norma Jean's strip club was the number one strip in Baltimore and it sat on a little back street by its self, with a parking garage on the other side of the street.

"She phat as shit," Louis said, pulling in the parking garage looking at a girl that was probably a stripper.

The parking garage was only three floors, so Louis parked on the three-floor. He didn't want anybody parking close to his car.

"I'm just going to take 5 stacks in there, plus with the money on me." When Louis was walking out of the garage, he look at the text message he just received from Abigail.

"WYD." She text, what are you doing.

"I need to hurry and fuck her," Louis said, putting his phone back in his pocket

"20 dollars to get in, and ID's out." The bouncer at the door told Louis and three guys in front of him.

"ID!" The bouncer told Louis when he was next

"I got an ID, but it doesn't say I'm 21," Louis said handing the bounce two blue hundreds dollar bills

"You looked 21 to me! Pay the lady at the Booth when you get in." The bouncer said putting the money in his pocket and checking Louis for weapons.

Louis prud the lady at the booth and walked through the doors. When he walked into the strip club, the smell of ass, liquor and basic hit him. He looked to his left and saw a girl on the pole doing things he never knew someone can do. To his right was another stage with a bar in front.

"You want a dance, Scully." A tall stripper with a fat ass ask! Louis

"I'm good sweetheart," Louis said

"You must don't get no money." She said walking off

"Damn she's mad," Louis said, laughing walking to the bar

"What are you drinking?" A pretty light skin bartender Asked Louis

"Double shot of Patron," Louis said.

"Coming right up." She said leaving as fast as she came

While Louis was waiting for his drinks, he watched a dark skin skinny stripper, with a nice lit Ass on her, dancing on stage.

"Here's your drink baby. That will be 18 dollars."

"Keep the change," Louis said, giving her 20 dollars

"Louis!" Somebody called his name from behind him.

"Nayna, What it is," Louis said, turning around

"I saw when you came in, but I was dancing with somebody."

"Where Paris at?" Louis asked

"She is in the back, getting ready to come on stage. I go tell her you out here."

"Hold up," Louis said, grabbing her. "Don't tell her nothing, just tell me how I can get someone's."

"How many you want?" Nayna Asked 

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