All or Nothing

Chapter 2

The smoke fills the air as it wafts from my lips. I can't believe I'm alive to see eighteen. I put out the roach, opening the car door. I get out at the strip club.

"Dey!" Johnny yells as I enter. I smile, shaking him up.

"You got the money?" I ask.

"Yeah, its in the duffel bags by the door." Mike and Heem grab the four bags, looking in each. When they nod to me, I turn back to Johnny.

"Nice doing business with you." Just as the words leave my mouth, the sound of glass shattering pierces my ears. As I turn around, my Desert Eagle is already in my hand as I drop to the ground and shoot at the moving car. Between Heem, Mike, and I, we light the car up so it's not surprising to me when the car stops moving. I turn to Johnny on the floor crawling. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" I ask pointing the gun to his temple. 'This motherfucker set us up.' The thought settles in my mind within seconds.

"Last words?" I ask, cocking my head to the side.

"I-" his words are cut off by a bullet piercing his brain.

"Rest in hell bitch," I position my baby back in it's holster, wiping the blood off of my face.

"Damn Johnny, I didn't know it was like that," Heem says crouching down to the breathless body, his gun still in hand.

"Can't trust nobody in these streets, especially when the city hot," Mike says looking around. Heem grabs a bundle of papers from beneath Johnny's shirt- the deed to the club.

"Looks like we've got a new strip club," I smile. I quickly dial Cristina, a detective for the HPD who's on our payroll. I explain the scene to her and hang up.

"I just called the cleaning crew, they should be here in a few minutes. They'll make it seem like the dudes that shot this place up were shooting at Johnny and Johnny shot back, simple and clean," Mike says handing me a duffel bag.

"Done deal. Drop me off at home so I can get dressed before the party," I say swinging the bag over my shoulder.

"Nigga which home? You live in like five different places," Heem laughs. I hit him upside his head.

"Drop me off at my crib dumbass."

I look at myself in the mirror. A white wrap hangs from a golden chain covers my breasts, stopping above my pierced belly button as a fitted white skirt covers my hips with a slit right above my knee. A golden chain wraps around my hips. I wear golden flats attached to a chain that wraps around my calf and ankles. Running my hands through my hair, I admire my body. A hint of muscle haunts my arms as well as stretch marks. My stomach is average, not completely flat, while my hips point out on either side of my body. I make sure to tuck my customized diamond Desert Eagle in the waist band of my skirt. "Happy Birthday," I whisper.

"Come on sugar," I say picking up my baby boy. His outfit matches mine, all white. "Thank you for watching him, if I would have known Shawnee was just dropping him off, I would have come sooner," I say carrying Te'Amo. She dismisses me.

"Nonsense, that's my one and only grandbaby. I want as much time with him as possible until my day comes," she says smiling. Ms. Price, Shawnee's mom, was there throughout my entire pregnancy and even helped me deliver Te'Amo. She even still calls me her daughter in-law, holding onto the hope that her daughter and I will eventually get back together.