Compton Club ON HOLD (90s Celebs)

Chapter 6: Giving In/Up

Eazy

Time went by and I was getting even more impatient by the second. Dre, Cube, Ren, Yella and T waited I the car with me. Our next hustle would be here any minute.

"Did y'all have to bring me here with you?" T complained.

"T you looking for extra money, this is how you'll get it," Cube said.

"This really ain't necessary."

"Hush! Here he comes,"Dre said.

My car sat in the parking lot of a park waiting for a dude that was making a drug trade with me. Dre spotted him by a tree looking around. My phone rang and it was him.

"Eazy," I said answering it.

"E, man it's Ricky," he said in a scruffy voice. "I'm at the park. Where you?"

"Chill man, I'm right around the corner." When really I'm right in front of his ass a few yards away from him.

"Aight then nigga." He hung up.

"T... you know what to do."

I heard her cock her gun then open the car door and closed it. I watched her slowly approach Ricky.

T

I knew exactly how to do this without taking the fall for it. Ricky was unknown to the fact that I was behind him until I tapped his shoulder. He turned around quick feeling my gun to his forehead.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asked.

"Nigga don't worry about that," I said. "Hand me the money."

"Did Eazy send you?"

"Eazy? Who the fuck is Eazy? Hand over the money bitch!"

"Listen you little-" I cut him off by pistol wiping him. He fell to the ground coughing and groaning. "Okay, okay. You win." He started digging through his pockets then threw a roll of money at my foot.

"Good." I pretended to hesitate to shoot him. Honestly I could pull this trigger multiple times and not care that I killed him. Ricky started laughing at me assuming I was afraid to shoot him. That's when Dre and Ren came out the car and shot him up.

"Damn it T!" Dre yelled

"Why didn't you kill him?" Ren questioned.

"I couldn't do it." I lied.

"Get your head in the game." Dre huffed.  They both stomped away. I looked at Ricky's lifeless body and smirked, proud that I could get them to do my dirty work for me even though my dirty work was really somebody else's dirty work.

Eazy dropped the boys off at the club but made me stay in the car with him. I was in the passenger seat next to him in the parking lot next to the club. They day will come when I leave this place for good, that'll be the best day ever. Right now Eazy looked as if something was on his mind. If it wasn't sex then it must be serious.

"What happened out there?" He asked sternly. "Why didn't you kill him?"

I put on my actress mask. "I don't know. I... hesitated I guess."

"You can't be doing that. Not when you working for me."

"Working for you? Nigga hol up! If anything you're working for me. All the shit you have me do I get more money out of it than you do and you don't even notice." The mask was off.

"Oh really? Aren't you the bartender at my strip club?"

I glared then got out the car slamming his door. Sometimes working for him ain't shit. Cube and Ren stood by the entrance of the club as always and let me in. The club would be open in ten minutes and I would tips beyond tips. Hallelujah I'm getting paid!