Ms. Carter

Chapter 5

POV—Marcus

{A Month Later, 12:00AM, Wednesday Night}

“Who is it!” I yelled from the couch, doing my nightly runs as I laid out the money on the coffee table, counting each bill carefully, putting it together and stashing it under my couch cushions in a hurry to get the door. “It’s me, Lay…open up.” I smiled, my babygirl…tomorrow was our month anniversary, she was sweet and beautiful, and damn she had a fat ass. I opened the door looking over her, she pulled out a small, red, velvet box and held it out in her tiny hands in front of me. “Happy Anniversary baby,” her small voice ringing in my ears, bringing a large grin to my face, I took the box and placed it on the side table next to my chair, I motioned her to come in and she sat on the floor, watching me move around and make things decent enough for her to be around. I usually wasn’t this…sprung over a girl I should say but she was the money of the club, she brought in stacks and I mean STACKS of cash every night. She was like my jewel…did I have any real feelings for her? Hardly, I had many side chicks, she just happened to earn the title as the main one, wifey. She hadn’t introduced me to her kid that she’d been rambling about ever since she got the job working on the pole, I honestly tuned her out every time she spoke about it, I didn’t give a fuck about her or that damn kid, all I cared about was the money and as long as she stayed up on that stage and shook her ass for a couple hundreds and gave up her pay at the end of the week, we straight. But I guess if I toyed with her feelings a bit, it’ll keep her around for good, seemed like she fell for my trap ‘cause she was head over heels for me. Wish I could say the same for her; that is if I was actually ready to be tied down. But I had to admit, she was way better than Jessie, and a lot cuter too, Jessie had too much mouth, she thought she was the shit, just because I kept her as my recruiter she felt the need to tell me how to run my club, nah, I had to shut that down real quick. And the easiest way to keep that bitch busy was to give her a threat and low and behold I chose Aaliyah, she wasn’t scared of Jess like the other girls at the club, she was all bark and she backed that shit up too, I remember when Jess came crying to me when Aaliyah beat the shit out of her in the dressing room, homegirl had a busted up lip for weeks. I chuckled to myself, maybe if Lay proved herself I’d consider her a keeper, but as of now she’s just another hoe I can get a quick booty call from, and a fast buck. I mean what the girl don’t know won’t hurt her, right?

{8:00AM, Thursday Morning}

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing loudly in my ear, I turned over feeling around for Aaliyah, the bed was empty with nothing but a small pink sticky note that read: Mommy, daughter day with Jaiden, sorry I had to go, thanks for last night. Love, LayLay. ~ I crumpled up the paper and made an attempt to toss it in the waste basket and ended up air-balling, thank God I didn’t take up basketball in school cause that would’ve been a complete failure. I got up and fixed myself, getting ready to head down to the office for some more interviews, I popped a couple Tylenols and made my way to the couch feeling around for my money, something wasn’t right…the shit was gone, at least a couple thousand, I kept digging under the couch frantically. “Where the fuck is my money yo?!” I exclaimed clawing through everything in the house, looking under the couch I stumbled upon something that definitely wasn’t mine, it was a small tube of lipstick, I looked at it and examined it closely, the only two bitches I had in my apartment were Lay and Jess, yeah Jess had a spare key but I would’ve heard her, so it had to be Aaliyah. I know damn well this bitch ain’t take my money and dip, the fuck did she think I was? A walking bank and a free fuck? Oh fuck nah, she gon pay for this shit, one way or another. Pacing around the room quickly, I searched everywhere to make sure that I didn’t just misplace it on accident, I couldn’t believe this, she really had the nerve to steal from me after all I gave her, I took her poor ass in and allowed her to scrape up a couple bucks and this is how she repays m—my thoughts stopped short I heard the door open and there she was, walking in all proud and high, smiling in my face like I didn’t know what her ass just did. “Baby what’s wro—?” I cut her off bringing my hand across her cheek with a sharp smack, causing her to stumble back some looking up at me with an expression of confusion and a fat lip. “Don’t you ever fucking steal from me and think you can get away with it, got it bitch!” I didn’t wait for her response and stormed out of the house quickly, shoving her into the wall and shaking the sting out of my hand, I looked in the mirror for a long time, what did I just do...