One Night Stand

Chapter 12

O N E N I G H T S T A N D

Damien

Damien sat down on his couch next to his main man Malcolm. Together, they thought of the master plan to take down Tyreek and his growing empire. With Stephanie on the team and playing both sides, Damien knew Tyreek was about to take the biggest L of his entire life. Damien was money hungry and he wasn't the 9 to 5 type of nigga. He went after what he wanted and he damn sure wanted everything Tyreek had.

"Man listen, just be careful." Malcolm sighed while rolling up a spliff.

Damien exhaled the weed. "What for?"

"I'm just saying look out for this broad Stephanie. She could be plotting on you and tryna set you up the same way you tryna set up her man. A pretty face, good head and a fat ass ain't everything."

"It sure is everything to me." Damien laughed.

Malcolm sucked his teeth. "Man watch out for that hoe. She a bougie, rich, prissy bitch she ain't about this life we live. Watch out for her. We can't let her be the reason we end up broke and dead."

"If anything, we can kill her hoe ass too. I promised her 50 percent of everything we get." Damien inhaled.

"Are you crazy? Hell naw! 50 percent is too much. You betta' kill that bitch too. Ain't no way she gettin' 50 percent." Malcolm shook his head.

"I ain't givin her 50 percent anyways. We just need her to swindle him while we do what we do. I was gon' kill her ass anyways." Damien smiled. "Imma miss her head tho. That bitch could suck some dick."

            Tyreek 

          Just as Tyreek was about to head to the trap for his daily work, Stephanie stopped him. He turned around and took in her outfit. She was wearing a shirt, skampy shirt and a small ass skirt with some heels. He understood it was summer and the sun was out but damn. "What Stephanie?"

"Baby, where you going?" She smiled at him.

"Where do I always go first thing in the morning?" He asked, knowing she knew his routine. First thing he did in the morning after getting himself together was check up on the trap to check on his money.

"Can I go with you today?" Stephanie asked.

Tyreek scoffed. "You wanna go to the trap? Stephanie are you crazy ma."

Stephanie nodded. "Baby I really want to go. I want to see how you work things incase I ever have to help you. Think of it as a boyfriend bring your girlfriend to work day. I won't be in your way I promise you."

After thinking about it for a couple seconds, Tyreek finally nodded his head. He figured Stephanie should know about the trap and how things worked. Just incase he ever got hurt and needed his leading lady to take over for him then she already knew what to do.

"A'right but you might wanna' change them clothes. You can't wear that in the trap ma. Wear some baggy clothes or somethin." He suggested.

She scrunched up her face. "Um no. This's vintage Chanel and Givenchy. I'm fine with what I'm wearing. Let's go. Do I need a gun incase niggas try and run up on us?"

"No." He walked outside to his car. He noticed how hard she was trying to be down and instead of thinking it was cute, it was more annoying to him. Stephanie was a prissy, bougie chick who knew absolutely nothing about the hood, the drug game or the struggles period.

Stephanie

Tyreek pulled up to the trap house in his foreign ride. Stephanie took in her surroundings. After years of being with Tyreek, she had never thought she would live to the day to see a trap house let alone walk in one. It was dirty, smelly and nasty. The once green grass was now brittle, brown and damaged. The house paint wasn't even white anymore. It was now a dirty brown with wood over the windows. She walked carefully trying not to mess up her Christian Louboutin heels while making her way to the door. She grabbed her phone out her purse and kept it close to her.

Tyreek unlocked the doors and walked in before Stephanie. He was greeted by a heavy set man who stood by the door holding an assault rifle. He had a huge beard and resembled Rick Ross. The dude and Tyreek talked for a while before they turned and looked at Stephanie.

"So this's the woman who stole my nigga Ty's heart? I ain't know there was a female out there alive that could put up with Ty crazy ass." The dude joked causing both Stephanie and Tyreek to laugh.

Stephanie smiled. "Yeah well that's my baby. I wouldn't trade him in for the world."

"I'm Manny." The dude introduced.

"Stephanie." She answered.

"But I'm about to take her upstairs and come back down I'll be right back bro." Tyreek dapped up Manny before going upstairs with Stephanie following behind him. She made sure to check her surroundings before following Tyreek.

They were closed in a office looking room where Tyreek stayed. He closed the door after her and locked it. From the cameras, you seen a section of every part of the house. Everyone was working and doing things accordingly. Tyreek checked the cameras for a few minutes making sure his workers were doing the right thing.

"Baby explain how this works?" She pressed record on her voice recorder.

"Well the first camera, is where they unload the merchandise. That's where they take the shit out the boxes and shit. Then they pass it to Anthony and Rich who crack the merchandise up. Then they past to Tye and Jay who cut the shit up then they past and let the other workers cook it. After that's cook, they bag it and give it to the men on the streets so they can sell it and bring me back the money. Each section have a certain amount of money hidden there. Most of the men aren't harmed unless the men that's guarding the doors." He explained.

"That's it?" She asked. "Doesn't seem so bad."

Tyreek nodded. "That's it."

Stephanie pressed stop on the voice recorder and secretly placed it in her purse.

"I'm about to go check on the men downstairs though. I'll be right back." Tyreek opened the door and left.

She hurried into the bathroom and called up Damien. He answered on the third ring.

"Hello?" His raspy voice spoke through the speakers as if he was still sleeping.

Stephanie looked at her Gucci watch. "It's eleven in the afternoon, can you get up and do something with your life? Anyways, I'm here at the trap and I think I have something you might want to listen too."

"Alright we can meet up later on today around nine at night. We can't afford to be seen together." Damien chuckled.

"In the trap house, there's a strapped up man guarding each and every door so it might be a little hard coming in here. Make sure you take out every person in here." She explained.

"Mhm." Damien listened.

"I think he's coming. I'll call you later to meet up with me." Stephanie quickly hung up and placed her phone in her purse. She stood in the mirror and started doing her hair.