Blood, Sweat And Revenge

Chapter Fifteen

Malina

"Something is wrong," Divine said as she walked into my room and flipped on the lights. I looked at my clock and saw that it was hella early in the morning. "What?" "I can feel it. Can't really explain." She sat on my bed and began to twist her fingers. "Johan and Chola got you tripping," I said as I threw the pillow over my head. "Go back to sleep." "No, I can't. We need to figure this out," she said, snatching the covers off of me. "What do you think we should do, psychic or psychotic woman," I said with great sarcasm and frustration. "I'm about to call Bishop." "For what? He lies," I hissed as I leaned back on my elbows. "Exactly." "You're just paranoid. Since we're up, let's get ready to go shopping. We also need to figure out our life." I changed the subject purposely. Nothing was wrong. "Figure out what about our life?" "If we're going to get this money and say fuck a job."

"Money laundering?" "Duh." "I was thinking about that. After this last drop, I don't want to work with Bishop no more. Something about this nigga rubs me the wrong way." "Me too. I don't trust him," I confessed. Bishop was sneaky as hell, and didn't give a fuck about anyone but himself. I couldn't fuck with people like that. "But on the flip side, Helen called me and said that we're fired." "She called me too. I've been thinking about this all night. We can do this, Divine. But I need you, 'cause I know you gonna bust that tool. Bitches like you make the world go 'round." Divine was known to be a little fucked up in the head. She had a few screws missing. It's like, she stayed calm, but when she was set off, bitch turned into a devil. And I needed that. "Tell me how you really feel?" she asked as she moved closer to me. "Look, cuzz, I'm tryna get this money. Ain't you tired of seeing these niggas out here balling and shitting on us?" "Who said bitches can't get to the money?" she added. "Exactly. Them stripper hoes out here getting it. These reality TV hoes out here getting it. These fashion designers out here getting it." She raised her brow and smiled. "I feel you. These

bitches give us a chance, we'll take this world by surprise." "Fuck waiting for a chance. Let's take that shit," she said while nodding her head. "We need order, though. Guidelines and shit." "It's just us two," she replied. "But for how long? We will need more people when we get our clientele up," I bounced back. "I'm just tryna figure out how will we get more people to trust us." "I know you don't wanna fuck with Bishop on no money shit, but we have to learn how to use our enemies. Feel me? We gotta play that shit cool for now." "Kinda figured that. But I'm really not tryna risk it. He don't give a damn about us." "But this a business. Who really cares about people? Feel me?" I asked, trying to get her to see the bigger picture. "Right. It's business, never personal." We clapped hands. She was starting to see the art of it all. "Only thing about the money business...we're carrying the root to all evil in our cars," I said