Saving My Girl

Chapter 10.

Paris.

I slept the entire day. It was the best sleep I ever had. That was probably because Nathan wore out. I actually completely blame Nathan. Who knew somebody could have so much sex? It was like he didn't get tired.
Laughing woke me from my sleep. The reason it woke me is because it was a woman. Checking the clock its 9:30 pm.
Damn nobody checked to see if I was breathing or anything. I walk into the connected bathroom and take a nice hot shower. After drying off and brushing my teeth I walk back into the bedroom with my towel wrapped around me. My phone vibrates catching my attention. It's a text from Victor.

Cortez: Litz Night Club @12.
I don't reply. I have no reason to because he knows I'll be there. I look through my book bag that I carried after leaving the girls. I had a busy ass day yesterday I got knocked out twice, kidnapped, and my night was full of mind blowing sex. My phone vibrates again.

Ma: Where are you?
Shoot I'm not responding to her wannabe Rocky ass either.
Damn I wish I would have packed some clothes and not just an overnight bag. I guess this will have to do because I don't feel like dealing with my fake ass friends or my parole officer Mom.
I slide on my outfit showcasing my curves that I wear very well. I do a natural look with my makeup then unwrap my hair and brush it to the side. By the time I walk out the bedroom its eleven.
The laughing that woke me this morning has stopped in fact I don't hear or see anyone. As I head back to the bedroom a head pops up out of the hall bathroom.
"Glad to see your awake. You must be the girl that Nathan was satisfying last night," the Angel woman states.
"And you are," I ask raising an arched brow.
"Angel," she answers and flips her hair. She steps out the bathroom wearing a fitted black sleeveless dress with red bottom heels. "When you see Nathan and I tonight you are not to speak to us. Your focus is Victor. You need to gain his trust, flirt, do whatever you can to get close to him."
"Why would I listen to you," I ask folding my arms across my chest.
"Because baby girl it's your first time out the playpen. I've been around the park a few times before I know what I'm talking about," she states. "Your actions affect all of us. These men won't hesitate to kill us. I want my life so like I said don't pull anything stupid. Be a good girl and listen."
"You keep talking to me like that and you won't have to worry about them killing you. If I was to go in there and flirt with his man he'll suspect something he wants me working for him because I have a savage ass attitude and I don't take any bullshit. You want to live? Let me do and be me." I walk past her and out the door. I go to Malcolm's room and knock impatiently.
"Hands up don't shoot," Malcolm jokes opening his door and holding his hands up. "What's wrong?"
"How long has Nathan and Angel been fucking each other," I ask.
"That's funny," Malcolm states and puts his hands down. He looks at the serious look on my face. "Oh you're not playing... Nathan never touched that woman she's had a crush on him for a while though. They went through the Academy together."
"Where is he? I've been sleep all day," I say.
"I bet. You were loud as hell all damn night. I know yo Vampire ass don't sleep but damn think about the rest of us," he states and laughs. "At first I though he was killing yo ass then you started asking for more and---" I cut him off giving him the evil eye. "He had to meet up with Big about some business. He should be at the club tonight I'm sure Victor told you to be at Litz."
"Yeah," I answer and take a seat on his couch. "Is this guy as bad as Nathan makes him out to be?"
"He's worse Paris he's crazy as hell don't be fooled by him. You need to be careful. You're a tough girl and I've always loved that about you but watch your back. These niggas not like the ones in hurt village they cut off fingers, drown niggas and shit. I don't wanna see nothing happen to you hell I'm not gonna let nothing happen to you," he admits. "I just want to put these crazy ass motherfuckas in jail and get back to Miranda and the kids." My phone vibrates in my purse.

Cortez: Your car is waiting out front.
"There's a car outside for me," I say and stand up from the couch.
"I'll be following not too far behind," Malcolm replies. I walk out his room and to the elevator. I pull my phone out of my purse and text my Mom.

Love you.
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Nathan| Litz Night Club
12:05

"The cash is in those duffle bags but you don't give him that shit until we get our hands on the dope. If something feels funny you shoot no fucking questions asked," Big instructs. The boys and I nod our head in agreement.
"I still don't understand why we gotta get our shit from this man he not even one of us," I say while trying to get some insight.
"Nathan it's all about product we gotta keep the customers satisfied. We can't be selling weak shit it's all about that moolah," he states as the song by Young Greatness plays throughout the club. My focus shifts as Paris enters the V.I.P section carrying two large briefcases. I know for a fucking fact this man not making my baby 5'5, 178 pounds Paris make this drop.
"This is a joke right," Big ask and chuckles lightly. Paris doesn't take that too lightly.
"I could say the same. Where's the money," Paris asks sitting down and plopping down the briefcases on the table. Big doesn't answer her. "I said where's the money?" Big shrugs his shoulders.
"You'll get the money when I get the product," Big answers and takes a hit of his blunt.
"Either stop fucking with me or I'm getting up and walking out that door. You can kiss my ass and the product goodbye so I'm gonna ask you again where is the money," she asks. Big nods his head instructing us to hand over the money. The other guys toss her the bags and she opens the bags and looks up at Big looking pissed.
"Where is the rest of it," she asks.
"In front of you," Big answers.
"Fuck the bullshit," she stands and throws the bags of money at us.
"Excuse me miss," Big interrupts her attempt to exit. He stands up from the couch looking her in the eyes. "You don't honestly believe you're walking out of here with those briefcases do you," he asks. Paris adjust both briefcases into one hand and whips out a pistol causing all of us to draw our guns except they don't notice my shit pointing at everyone but Paris. Malcolm is even in the shadows pointing his gun. I'm sure Angel is too. Paris doesn't flinch a lick she actually looking like a stone cold killer.
"You have three seconds to come up with the whole $750,000," Paris states. "$750,000 she repeats 1, 2--" Big cuts her off tossing a hidden duffle bag full of cash to her. The guys toss the other bags that she gave back also. "I thought so," she states. She waits for everyone to lower their guns before lowering hers.
"Where did Victor find you," he asks. "I swear you look familiar."
"Don't think too hard," Paris replies and hands him the briefcases after un-cuffing herself from them. Big rips open one the little baggies and sniffs the white powder up his nose. His head tosses back and he closes his eyes with a satisfied smile.
"Nice doing business with you baby," Big states opening his eyes and staring at Paris as she gets up and walks away.
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Paris.

Victor Cortez was testing me. My strength and how I handle myself under extreme circumstances. I didn't flinch but I was scared. I've shot a gun before my brother made sure I knew how to use one before he left for Iraq but never have I ever shot something with a heartbeat. Not saying I won't because I'd take him out before he had the chance to get me. I just it's hard to explain how I'm feeling right now.
"Muy bien hecho. They weren't expecting for me not to show. People see me when I want them to not the other way around," Victor explains after praising me for my good work. Victor's men open the bag of cash as Victor lights a cigar. His brown eyes are dark. He looks content and satisfied. The car stops in front of my hotel and one of his men pass me a stack of cash. "Este es solo el comienzo," Victor states. His lips touch my cheek before I could get out the car. "We'll be in touch."
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