Streets

14. Dirty City

Lotus
Night club in Mob City
Owned by music mogul Samuel Tiggs

Benny was excited, his ep was a success, people loved it and it got the attention of the club owner who is the ceo of Tiggs Records, the biggest music label in Mob City. "This EP is hot, you trying to make it big?" Benny looked up and saw the man himself, Samuel Tiggs. "Hell yea he is! There's a lot more music where this came from." Samuel nodded, "How about you and your manager come up to my office let's talk business." Benny and Marcus agreed and followed him up. Benny knew this was the beginning of a new start for him. It was happening fast but he didn't care. The sooner he got to leave the south side and make more money the better. He was definitely gonna take his mother with him.
Darnell hit the city to hide his money, he has bought that condo Adina was looking at as a means to keep her in the grove but of course that didn't work. He walked into the condo after unlocking the door, in the living room should be stacks of his money but instead it was all gone, "What the fuck?!" 600 gs disappeared, like a thief in the night. He was about to run out when he saw a note on the counter by the door, 'Want your money, meet me by Brookstone Docks, 3pm'. Darnell had no idea who could be up to this but he didn't have the patience to play games. Snatching the note off the wall he left and made his way back to the grove.

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Lucky stood in the hospital room that held Travis, after what the doctors told him he wasn't even sure how to tell Travis the news. Soon his eyes began to open and Lucky really didn't have a choice, "T...you good man?" Travis slowly regained consciousness but something felt off, he couldn't feel anything below his waist. He saw Lucky standing there and he began to speak but his mouth was so dry, handing him some water, Travis took a few sips. He felt disoriented, "What happened?" His memory failed him, he remembers seeing lights and he thought it was all a bad dream, "Nigga the garden got shot up, you got shot.....and.." Travis started to remember now and tears weld in his eyes as he tried to move his legs but couldn't. "Your mom gone bro, and you got shot in your back, the bullet fucked your spine up, doctors say you ain't gonna be able to walk again." Anger, fury, rage, and sadness washed over him like a hot blanket of fire. He didn't know how to feel and the fact that he couldn't feel nothing below his waist drove him crazy. How could something like that happen so fast, "Bruh I think we need to slow down with this, going against a gang that we didn't even realize were capable of this." Travis laid back and thought of his next move. How could he even continue to gain respect from his gang if he couldn't even walk. "Find Tyra and bring her to me now." Lucky sighed and nodded, "Aight." He walked out and felt like Travis was going off the top of his head with ideas to seek revenge, and Lucky began to wonder if he needed to find his way out the gang.
As much as Monica loved hiding away from her mother, she didn't want her to end up injured or being all alone in case she overdoses. She pulled up the house and walked inside and immediately regretted it. Standing in the kitchen in an all brown suit, the man who made her childhood a living hell. The man with the big smile, he saw her and looked her up and down, "Damn baby girl, look at you all grown up." He walked close to her causing her to back up towards the door, "Now don't be rude, all the beautiful times we shared together, I can't get a hug?" Her heart was pounding and for a moment she was that little girl scared in the dark being laid down and violated over and over again. "Where's my mother?" She asked and he chuckled, "She laying in the bed, resting. Me and her had a long night. Talked about you actually." She pushed past him and ran to see her mother obviously in a drugged state, half naked on the bed. "Mama?" Mona looked up and smiled, "Princess....where you been? Omar he...he missed you. Come on make mama happy and fix him up right. You love your mother don't you?" Omar was right behind her, caressing her shoulders and attempting to pull the straps down to her tank top. She quickly turned away and pushed him, he laughed and tried to grab her but she pushed and fought as hard as she could. Finally she broke free and ran out the door, getting into her car she looked at the porch to see him smiling and waving at her, she knew with him back in the equation she would have to keep herself and her son far away from that house.
Luther was sitting in his office at the hotel, he was making calls and setting up jobs for his girls when Cinnamon strolled in. "You don't know how to knock?" She rolled her eyes and sat down in the chair in front of his desk, "The minute I knock is the minute you will start treating me how you should." He looked at her side ways, as of lately Cinnamon has been feeling rebellious and he was losing his patience, "Okay, tell me what's up?" She chuckled, "As if you don't know, you're not blind." He stood up and walked to stand in front of her, "Then open your mouth the way you open them legs, I ain't got time to be a fucking mind reader." She sucked her teeth, "Why all of a sudden Monica is the bottom bitch? I'm the one who held you down, I even brought her to you. Now all of sudden you act like I'm not good no more." Luther looked at her, he examined her, him and Cinnamon came a long way. "When I found you, you was getting passed around a group of nasty homeless men for free. You were dying, skinny, filthy. Not to mention addicted to crack. I found you and saw your potential and cleaned you up. We helped each other, looked after each other." She nodded, "I made you the man you are today, and this new bitch got you twisted." Luther snatched her up by her neck causing her to squeal in surprise, "Who the fuck you talking to? Who the fuck do you think you talking to?! You made me?! Bitch I made myself! I can do this shit without you." He let her go and she fell to the floor, tears in her eyes, "You put your hands on me." He fixed his shirt and sat down at his desk, "You've let your cockiness get you replaced, my brother having to snatch your stupid ass up anytime you wanna rally the girls up and do stupid shit in the city, bitch I outta knock your teeth out for embarrassing me. I'm your pimp not your best friend nor your manager. You suck, fuck and do whatever when I tell you and you give me your cut and I give you yours. Nothing more nothing less, get the fuck out my office and fix your face." Cinnamon quickly got up and rushed out the office, fear of what he could do if she didn't listen. She felt betrayed, he hasn't needed to use force with her in so long. It made her feel less than how he has claimed her. No they haven't had a romantic relationship but they were close and she felt replaced by someone she introduced and to her that was the ultimate slap in the face.
Monica pulled up at Black Moon, another shift and she wasn't in her right frame of mind. "Little girl! My office!" Ricky shouted from the dj booth as Monica walked past. She almost forgot that Luther and Ricky had a brief moment at Adina's new boutique. Exhaling through her nose a breath of exhaustion, the last thing she needed was a lecture from her boss.
She walked in the office shortly after getting dressed and there he was, red eye shadow gave his eyes a very mysterious and sharp look, "So explain to me why you keeping the company of a pimp, cause it ain't like it's a recession up in here." Monica rolled her eyes and room a seat, "Is it any of your business, I say that respectfully." He scoffed and stood up leaning toward her, "Well disrespectfully, it is my business when you shaking ass to my clientele in the private rooms how I know you ain't back there sucking down a private profit?" Monica stood up very offended, she had never mixed her jobs together, bad for her mental health she figured. "Now wait a damn minute, I'm not just gonna stand here and let you talk down to me as if you know my business. I don't mix my jobs together, never have and never will." Ricky smirked, "Mmmm I never took you for the lay down and get it how you can type of bitch." Monica rolled her eyes, "I do everything necessary to take care of my son. Not that you would understand." He chuckled, "Oooh okay bitch got spice, but please understand that either in here or out there you are sucking for some income, at least I don't beat your ass to get it shaking." Monica scoffs in disgust, "Look you don't know me, and you don't know him either. How dare you judge me." Ricky walked over and stood toe to toe, "It's little girls like you that I feel so bad for, so pretty and full of life, now that modeling I can get behind. But what I can't stand for is seeing you throw your potential away by laying down for a pimp." Monica held back the urge to slap him instead walked off, she would rather do splits on stage holding onto a pole then to spend another moment talking to Ricky, who has officially made it to her shit list.
Mona hadnt seen her daughter in awhile, her mind fried, her skin itchy as if bugs were just under the surface of her skin. She needed that high, she was tired of suffering the blows for not paying Omar and she needed money. She heard that Monica was dancing at the Black Moon, so here she sat in Omar's car, the smell of acetone was so strong it made her eyes water, he clearly just recently killed someone and used acetone to make a quick clean up in the car. "You tell that girl I want my money, either she pays with money or her sweet sweet assets or you gone pay, with a cut. Money, ass or blood. Those are my conditions." Mona wasn't scared of much, coming up the way she did, but Omar was almost like Satan himself, he petrified Mona and she has sacrificed so much for him, just for him to keep feeding her the only thing keeping her alive. Mona got out and quickly made it inside the club, the loud music and flashing lights made her terrified but her heart stopped when she saw her daughter on stage. The lighting was blue and the song 'feenin by Lyrica Anderson' was playing. She saw herself in her daughter and it broke her heart. It was as if she was floating toward the stage, watching as her daughter did tricks and dances, grasping that pole as if her life depended on it. Money being thrown as her daughter took off her top and her breasts were on display and Mona looked away with tears in her eyes. She looked at her daughter once more and they made eye contact, Monica nearly fell but caught herself just as she saw her mother run out the club. She collected her money and threw on a shirt and rushed outside, looking for her mother.
She looked all over the parking lot til she heard the sounds of someone vomiting near a car, she saw her mother leaning against a black bmw emptying the contents of her stomach. She walked over, "Mama." She didn't notice Omar had got out the car, "Baby girl, as much as I hate showing my ugly side, your mama owes me big money. Now either you pay for it or....you come and stay with me and your mama will never have to worry about paying me again." Her stomach churned, the idea of that man holding her hostage somewhere has been a fear of hers since she was raped as a child. "I'm going no where with you, you leave my mother alone. Haven't you done enough?" Omar walked up and grabbed Monica by the face, "I let you get away with talking how you wanna talk but now you listen, I get my way. Now either she pays or you do and if I remember correctly you always did anything for your mama." He reached around and grabbed her ass and pulled her close and she felt his erection on her hip, she wanted to throw up with disgust and hadn't realized the tears that were pouring down her face. Not even her strong minded alter ego could get rid of the feeling of her being a scared little girl, laying in the bed with blood on her inner thighs.
Luther has arrived to pick Monica up, her shift would be over soon and yet when he parked he saw something that made his blood boil, pulling out his gun he quickly walked toward the black man holding his Monica by her face, she was obviously scared, "Hey muthafucka!" Omar looked behind him letting Monica go in the process as she ran to Luther and hid behind him, "You okay baby?" She couldn't even speak, now Luther was even more upset, "Negro you must have a death wish touching what's mine." Omar smiled that big dangerous smile, "Who the fuck do you think you talking to? Yellow country pimp. That girl there belong to me, I laid my seed on that...mmm and in that and had I not been in my situation she would have had my child." Luther wanted to vomit at the thought of this man finding pleasure in the rape he did to a child, cocking his gun he looked him in the eyes, "I want you to understand a few things. I may be a pimp but I'm a cold blooded mufucka and I will kill you if you come near her or her mother again." Omar began to laugh, "You think I'm scared? I've looked the devil in the eye and laughed in his face, I've pissed fire on all my enemies and I laid to rest plenty people who stepped in my path! I am the man parents tell their little girls about to keep them from wearing short skirts and acting innocent when they really dirty deep down..." a loud boom filled the air as Luther fired the gun and shot Omar in the leg. "Keep talking muthafucka I'll shoot your dick next." Omar on the ground groaning in pain, "Baby get your mama and let's go." People we're beginning to stare and a few began running from the sound, Monica quickly grabbed her mom and drug her to the car putting her in the backseat and before they know it, as soon as they leave the police arrive and Ricky is outside talking mess.