No Remorse, No Regrets

Chapter 8

Armel constantly replayed the current situation in his head. He could smell trouble all over it but he didn't dwell on the situation too long. There was money to be made and he had a business to run.

Mercedes got in the car and pretended she left her phone up in Armel's office.

"Babbbbyyyyy. I left my phone.", Mercedes said.

"I'll be back."

Mercedes shut the door and entered back into the club. She saw Cookie enter the bathroom. Mercedes looked both ways before slipping in behind her. She heard the lock click on the bathroom stall door and locked the main door behind her. Mercedes stood at the door and turned the locks off.

"Heeeyyyyy somebody in here!!!", yelled Cookie.

She quickly flushed and opened the door. As soon as the lock clicked, Mercedes flicked the lights back on. Cookie stared at Mercedes and Mercedes stared in return. The look she read on Cookie's face was I bet not fuck with this chick. Cookie walked to the sink and washed her hands never taking her eyes off Mercedes. Mercedes tilted her shades down.

"Uhhhmmmm", Mercedes cleared her throat.

Cookie turned her nose up and said, "What the fuck do you want?"

Mercedes laughed it off.

"Strike Two, Bitch", she said.

"Ya'll simple minded hoes just don't get it when a boss bitch in your presence."

Mercedes squared off toe to toe with Cookie. Even though Cookie overpowered her by 2 inches she didn't second guess her judgment.

"Whatever you had with Armel, it's a wrap", she said.

"Bitch.......", Cookie said.

Mercedes held her hand. "And if you're pregnant all arrangements will be done through me."

"Next time it won't be so easy going."

"Recognize a Boss Bitch, When You See One."

As Mercedes turned to unlock the door her phone rung.

She picked up the phone and winked at Cookie, "Bae I found it I'm heading down now."

She walked out the bathroom and Cookie followed close behind. As soon as they got in the hallway Cookie decided to turn the notch up a lil.

"Bitch!!! If you ever step to me again, They gone be pickin' ya face up off the floor", she yelled.

Chance peeked out the office to see what the commotion was.

"Ohhhh shit!!!", he said to himself.

Chance grabbed the phone and called Armel.

"Yo Bruh What They Do", Armel said

"Nigga get yo ass up here", Chance said.

"I got two words my nigga. Cat Fight."

Armel ran up the stairs hitting two stairs at a time. He didn't know what to worry about more. Mercedes kickin' Cookie ass or Cookie doing some shady shit to jeopardize his hustle. When Armel got on the 3rd Floor, Chance was pushing Mercedes into the office and Keenan had Cookie.

"Armel!! You better get yo bitch", Cookie yelled.

"She got the right bitch today."

"Cookie take yo ass home for the day man", Armel said.

It's always some shit with yo ass. You fuckin' up big time and you know it. We can't make money with yo shady ass cuttin' up. Keenan take her ass home.

"Shady?"

"Who the fuck you calling shady Armel", Cookie said.

"Get the fuck off me she yelled!!!"

I been holding yo trifling ass down for a year. Cheap ass motel rooms and fast food restaurants and I'm the shady one. When you got caught up in that bullshit in Orlando who held yo ass down. Now you with this bitch and you got amnesia.

"I'm not gone be too many more of yo bitches, hoe!!!", Mercedes yelled.

"Keenan, get me the fuck outta here", Cookie said.

Cookie turned to walk away and Mercedes ran up on her. She grabbed Cookie by the hair and slung her to the ground. It was over when Cookie hit the ground. Every punch Mercedes threw connected. She was looking like Money Mayweather. Armel grabbed Mercedes off Cookie and dragged her to the elevator.

"I warned yo ass bitch!!", Mercedes said.

"Run up and get done up, hoe."

Armel got down to the first floor still dragging Mercedes by the arm. He opened the door and she slid in the front seat looking out the window. Armel walked around to his side and got in. He peeled out the parking lot at 60 mph. Mercedes hummed while still looking out the window. Armel looked over at her and shook his head. Mercedes caught him out the side of her eye.

"The fuck you shakin yo head for", she said.

"It was a long time coming, that bitch had it coming."

Armel chuckled and looked back over at her, "You know I know you ain't leave yo fuckin' phone."

"Baby you gone have to lay low for a few days", he said.

"You beat Cookie ass in front of all of us, best believe she planning a revenge."

"Fuck her, baby!"

"Fuck Her!"

Mercedes sat with her arms folded. So where you taking me?

"Call ya girls and see if you can stay with them for a few days til this shit die down", he said.

"You got yo self in this shit, now deal with it."

Armel dropped Mercedes off to her best friend Kalia house, near South Beach. He dropped a couple bands in her purse and told her he'll check on her later.

On the drive back from Miami Beach to Downtown Miami he tried to figure out how to handle this shit.