Ride Or Die ( August Alsina )

Chapter 16

* Alana's POV *

I walked into the club & Terry approached me. Terry was the owner of the club, my boss. He was definitely a hoe lover, that's one thing about him. He didn't play about his money either, I knew he'd be pissed when he seen me since I hadn't worked in almost 2 weeks.
Terry: Where da hell yo ass been?
Alana: I've been busy.
Terry: What you don't think I'm busy?
Alana: Didn't say that.
Terry: You sure as hell act like it! Yo ass ain't been here in almost 2 damn weeks!
Alana: I've been busy Terry!
Terry: Don't be raising you're damn voice at me! I've got a business to be running. You dance? I get paid & you get paid! Get yo ass in that back room, get in something revealing, & get yo ass on that pole or at a damn table! Which one it's gone be?
Alana: I hear ya.
Terry: I don't have time to be playing with ya Lana. Messing up my damn money! Shake some ass out there Delixious! Now, come on Trixie.

He snapped his fingers at Trixie who was another stripper working there. Trixie was caramel, about 5'3, small boobs, big butt, & she had shoulder length brown hair. She smiled & popped her gum walking over to Terry. Terry slapped her butt.
Terry: Now, see this Delixious? This will get you paid!

She winked at me before he escorted out of the dressing room.

* August's POV *

Decided to drive down to my corner since I hadn't been there in a while. Kat & KD were posted & laughing as usual.
Kat: My nigga!

I gave them some dap & stood there with them.
KD: You finally made you're way back on the street, huh?
August: Ya know da yungin can't be gone for too long.
Kat: That's wassup my nigga. Thought we had lost you to ol girl, what's her name?
KD: Alana
Kat: Yeah, I mean she fine & all, but nothing to quit grinding for.
August: That's why y'all niggas need a girl!
Kat: You hitting that man?
KD: He better be hell! She living with you for free & ain't giving up the pussy? That's a no no. Her ass would have to come back to Candice.
August: We just cool man..
Kat: Cool my ass. This nigga hitting that!
KD: Hell yeah. She got you sprung bruh?

They started laughing & I smiled looking back over at them.
August: Nah.
Kat: She got ya yungin!

They bursted into laughter once more, while I laughed with them.

* Alana's POV *

I had gotten dressed & walked over to the bar for a drink before getting on stage.
Brandi: I ain't seen you in a minute girl. Thought you got the hell out of here.
Alana: Nah, hopefully soon.
Brandi: Girl me & you both. I still have those damn dreams of getting the hell out of here.
Alana: Who don't?
Brandi: Well, you know this is like home to hoes like Sade.

I rolled my eyes at the thought of what I had walked into with Sade & August the other day. Brandi gave me my glass of wine.
Brandi: Hopefully I'll be out of here in about 4 months. I done saved up enough money these past 3 years to start school again & get my own place.
Alana: That's good.
Brandi: This place just ain't for me. I just hope you get the hell out of here. This place isn't destined for you.
Alana: I feel the frustration.

Terry walked over to the bar still holding Trixie hand.
Terry: Delixious if you don't get yo ass to dancing!
Alana: Damn Terry I'm going.
Terry: Yeah, you better get yo ass drinking this expensive shit & ain't making my money.
Alana: Whatever.

I got up from the bar & walked onstage. Once the DJ announced my name, I started dancing when the music started. I grabbed the pole & did my pole tricks. Some older guys dressing in black walked in the club taking their seats at the bar & watching me. They looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on who they were. The crowd threw the money on stage & I collected it before I walked off. Once I got dressed & was ready to walk out, the older dudes stopped me & asked me to sit down with them at the bar.
Alana: I really have to get going. Catch me another time when I'm actually entertaining.
Guy: You've entertained us enough. You should remember me.
Alana: Well, I don't.

Right before I got ready to walk off, he introduced himself.
Guy: I'm the detective from the station a few weeks back.
Alana: What are you doing here?
Guy: Well, I see you wouldn't take my suggestion last time. I'm actually here to ask you about the robbery at the bank.

I sighed & sat down at the bar.
Detective: You don't think we could go somewhere more private & quiet to talk?
Alana: No, this is just fine.

Last time we were alone, he made sexual advances at me & went pass the line. I didn't want to experience that again, so I made it quite clear that we were going to sit at the bar.
Detective: Still feisty.
Alana: Sure.
Detective: Mhm.

He licked his lips while looking at me.
Alana: Can we get this over with?
Detective: What do you know about the robbery at the bank?
Alana: Nothing.
Detective: Sure?
Alana: Positive.
Detective: You know nothing do you & work at a strip joint where everybody knows everything.
Alana: Not my problem.
Detective: I need you to have a respecting tone when talking to me.
Alana: For what? You don't even respect me.
Detective: That's not the point cause guess what? I can do that!
Alana: Shut the fuck up detective jerk off.
Detective: Or you could do that for me.

I jumped up from the table & walked out. I wasn't really trying to have that conversation with him. I was walking down the street when car lights flash from behind I turned around & started walking faster. The detective stepped out & ran after me. I dropped my bags & started running, which he eventually caught up with me. He picked me up & slapped me.
Alana: What are you doing?
Detective: Don't worry about it.
Alana: Leave me alone!
Detective: Look, bitch you took my money for free last time. I didn't forget about that shit, now you owe me.
Alana: You want that $400 back? I can't give it to you.
Detective: Damn right.
Alana: Just let me get my money out my bag.
Detective: I don't want you're money.
Alana: Well what do you want?
Detective: You.

He started laughing & grabbing at my shirt tearing it apart. I screamed & he punched me where I fell over a trashcan in the alley.
Detective: You scream again & I'll call the cops & have yo pretty ass arrested. You know what goes on to pretty people in jail?
Alana: They won't believe you!
Detective: Well why wouldn't they? It's a detective words against yours.

He started laughing once more. I picked up the trashcan & threw it at him before trying to make a run for it. He ran after me & handcuffed me placing me into his car.
Alana: You bitch!

He got angry & placed a rag in front of my nose & mouth before it felt as if I were falling sleep, suddenly everything faded to black.