Understanding The Game (DISCONTINUED)

Eight

Chapter Eight💫
Puma sat in her dressing room counting up her money as her friend MoMo rolled her up a blunt.

"I heard Richie talking to you earlier...." MoMo said as she looked up from her blunt.

Puma looked at her through her vanity mirror and frowned, "And what exactly did you hear ? See, you always being nosey ."

"Mhm huh, About you and that Cash dude...I wondered why I was see him a lot here lately... All in your face at the bar and whatnot....You like him don't you ?" MoMo smirked and placed the blunt between her lips.

Puma turned around to face her, "I. Don't. Fuck. With. Married. Men. You out of all people know that...."

MoMo shrugged while lighting her weed and took a pull. "That don't mean you don't like him.....I heard about him too.. He got moneyyyyy and he got his wife and kids living in a fucking palace."

Puma rolled her eyes. She hated that most of the strippers had the same mindset. Find a baller, fuck him and get money off of him, and ruin a happy home.

"Did you hear what you just said ? Wife and kids.... wife and Kids. Does that ring a bell inside her head at all ?" Puma said with a eye roll. She placed all the money she had collected today, in a black plastic bag.

MoMo scoffed, she could careless about a happy family, as long as she got her coins, she was straight. "He obviously not happy with her ass , if he here smiling all in yo face, throwing yo ass dollars as you shake yo ass all in his face."

"I'm too grown to be plotting on another women's husband for a get rich quick scheme." Puma said while fanning her friend off. "I got my own money and my bank account is sitting real nice. Fuck I need a man who's already married for ? "

"I'm just saying... You've been working here for how long ?.... Four years and you still ain't out of here ? Pshhh, I'm just saying...This place ain't gone get us nowhere unless we meet a Baller with a big ole bank account and take us right on out of here." MoMo said while shrugging her shoulders. She was gone get hers, by any means necessary.

"I worked here to take care of my baby boy,God rest his soul but I can quit any day now and my financial situation with be okay. I don't need a nigga that can buy me. I don't wanna be bought. And I don't care if the nigga was Barack Obama." Puma stated.

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"Wassup yo." Cash spoke while giving Vincent a dap.

"Wassup." Vincent said before taking a seat across from Cash's desk.

"I've been wanting to speak to you for some shit... We gotta lot of shit discuss." Vincent said eyeing Cash carefully.

Cash furrowed his brows while
taking a seat in his chair, "Aight spit it out.."

Before Vincent could part his lips to speak, Cash's phone had rung. Blaring through his pockets.

"Yo." He answered while kicking his feet up on his desk.

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"Let me get a ride." Quetta smirked at the old man as she leaned against his car and stuck her head in to see the inside of his car. The man was balling and he had nice red leather seats.

The man looked her, all wide eyed. "How old are you ?"

"Old enough." She quickly stated to him with her arms folded. "Look I need a ride, are you gone give me one or not ?"

She trying her best to leave Manhattan and go back to Harlem. She was tired or staying at Cash's strict ass house. She couldn't do shit without him thinking that she was ready to something stupid. She was being clocked on what time she left school and what time she had came home. Cash made sure she wasn't doing any illegal.

Benji had been watching her the whole time from across the street at a small bodega. Cash had told him to keep an eye out on her since she was sneaky.

Benji walked up slowly while watching her converse with the older man. He had to be about 40 or something.

Before she could even put her ass in his car, Benji politely snatched her up with a quickness. "Fuck is you doing ?" He said while gripping on her arm and looking back the man who looked frightened.

"Yo old ass know she look bout 17 and you gone still let her get in your car, you fucking sick ass bitch ." Benji cursed at him and finally let her arms go, pushing her a bit. He didn't want to hurt her but he wanted her to know not to fuck with him. He treated Cash's family like his family. And he'd be damned if he let some shit happen to Quetta.

"Don't fucking to touch me !" She lashed out and tried storming off, but Benji's two big ass security guards stopped her.

"Fuck you tryna do ? Self-destruct ? You not going back to Harlem and you know that."

"Fuck you Benji ! Fuck you and Cash ! Both of y'all can kiss my ass ! Y'all can't make me stay here !" She shouted, making everyone who was walking and driving past, look at them. It sounded as if he was kidnapping her or something.

"Man take her ass to the car and please shut her ass up." He instructed his two guards.

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Once Benji had made it to Cash's crib with Quetta, he was exhausted.

Quetta stormed up the spiral staircase and stomped her foot on every step. "I hate y'all !"

Cash frowned and looked at Benji, "fuck is her problem ?"

"Man, with all due respect, please don't have me watch over her. She too disrespectful and Ima have to whoop her lil ass the next time to kick my ass in the back while I'm driving." He told Cash with a serious facial expression.

"Fuck she do ?"

"I caught her ass trying to get a ride from some old ass man, trying to get a ride all the way to Harlem."

Cash sighed and shook his head. "I don't know what Ima do with her....I'm  thinking about giving her ass back to my Grandma." He said honestly. He had his own two kids to raise. He didn't need no disrespectful ass teenager in his house telling him what she not gone do.

He only tried to help her but she was obviously not grateful and appreciative of the things he was doing for her.

"But anyway... I got a big ass tip on Demetrius and that nigga he do his runs for." Benji told him while rubbing his hands together.

"Oh word ?"

"Hell yeah and you know exactly who his people is.

Cash frowned, "Who ?"

"Vincent."

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It's been too long I know 🙄

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