Three months back from New York and me and Snow were only a couple figures away from being millionaires. The dope put us in a good spot. We served almost every dope fiend and crackhead on the south side. My favorite days were the first and the fifteenth, those were the days we made most of our bread on. My clients couldn't wait to get their checks, and neither could I. By now we figured Omari had to know what was going on. But we didn't care, we were some of the richest bitches in Miami. Me and Snow took turns once a week flying to New York to get the money from the workers we had in New York under us. Since Snow was from Queens, she got us clientele there as well as the ones we already had in the Bronx. I had gotten so comfortable barely working that I had a driver for the Maybach I bought. When I went to make my drops and serves I'd push my drop-top Maserati. I even decided to upgrade my luxury apartment to a penthouse on Ocean Drive. Eventually, Josh reached back out and told me he would "tolerate" my career, if I agreed to give him a second chance. Of course, I said hell yes. Everything was falling into place in the drug world with me and Snow. And eventually, it brought us attention.
As I finished curling my hair, it was a quarter past twelve, twenty minutes past the time Snow was promising to be at my place. She convinced me to skip date night with Josh to go with her to a club she landed us VIP at. And now the bitch was twenty minutes late. Never on time for shit, as always. Finally, the knock on the door I was waiting for came. "Hey, sexy." Shay greeted, catching me off guard. I damn near forgot I had invited her. She was dressed down to the T. She stood in a Gucci plaid jump suit, with a Burberry purse to match and Nude red bottoms. She almost looked as good as me. Almost. I decided I would keep my look simple, lacing my all black leather jumpsuit with a Versace chain belt. I looked like a million dollars, and I knew it. "Hey, Shay. I'm just waiting on Snow to pull up. She should be here any minute now." "Snow? Damn does that bitch gotta go everywhere? Y'all sure have been getting real close." Shay said, cutting the t.v. on. "It ain't even like that. And I told you she got us in VIP. So she gotta go regardless." I said, cracking up at Shay's jealously. Shay had never met Snow, she only knew the little bits of what I told her. I haven't told Shay I was slanging dope yet, I was still waiting on the perfect time. Hopefully the "perfect time" isn't forced like how Josh's was. Snow finally made her grand entrance at twelve thirty. We rode in my Maybach, since Sarah, my driver, was still on duty for the night. Fuck it, I might as well get my money's worth. The club was slammed pack, but since we were VIP and on the guest list we didn't stand in line. Truthfully, I couldn't even remember the last time I stood in line for a club. Everybody knew who I was, without saying it. The ex stripper that had made it in the dope game. I know they were wondering all kinda shit about me; if I had to fuck my way to the top, how many dicks I had to to suck to meet the connect, why they never seen me out with no big baller-hustling nigga. But I never cleared anything up, the less they knew the better. Stay out my face unless you wanted some dope. Hella niggas were staring us down, and some of them reached out and tried to grab us as we walked our way through the crowd. They didn't grab at me though, they only reached for Snow and Shay. I guess my demeanor screamed don't touch me. The only person who had my attention was Josh. Snow got us a section right by the DJ's booth. We had drinks sent to us all night, and we popped at least five bottles with bitches Shay and I danced with from King of Diamonds. We had a good time all night, and we were getting ready to head out when someone had caught my eye. At first, I thought I was tripping. I just knew it was too good to be true. The chances of me running into her was slim to none, I thought. But of course, Miami was only but so big. I grabbed Shay and nodded in the direction that my attention was focused. Because I still didn't want to believe it. But when Shay turned around and gave me that look, I knew I was dead right. It was Dashia.
Before I had time to gather my thoughts or decide what I wanted to do next, my legs already made their way over to her. I looked at her stomach, which was now empty and baby-less. "What happened to your bastard child?" I said, with her back half turned to me. "He's dead, bitch. Like how you bout to be if you don't get the fuck out my face." She spat back. "Both of y'all can burn in hell, bitch." I wrapped my fingers around the closest bottle of Champagne, before bringing the bottle to Dashia's temple. I see the girls Dashia came with try to jump in, but Shay and Snow were already a step ahead of them. I get on top of Dashia while she was still down from the bottle injury, and I beat her ass the same way Marcus beat mine; left hook, right hook. Security snatched me up, but not good enough to make me stop stomping Dashia's head into the ground of the club. It was a blood bath. I managed to get free from the clown-ass security guard, and break another bottle over Dashia's head. I punched her again one good time, seeing a tooth fly out across the club. This time, security sent a real one to come get me. He slammed my ass on the ground and emptied his pepper spray on me. "What the fuck are you doing!?" I heard Snow yell out from the darkness. Judging by the sound of things, Snow had got into it with top flight for pepper spraying me. I felt somebody snatch me up from the ground. "Come on, Esther, we bout to get you out here." Shay said, steering us through the club. My eyes were still closed and on fire. I shoulda just stayed with Josh. I wish I would of never agreed to come out to this bullshit. It still hadn't processed in my mind that I had seen Dashia until I got in the car. "Esther that nigga was so outta pocket." Snow said, closing the door behind her. I felt my eyes get drowned with water. They were still burning, but I felt a little relief. "Wait was Dashia still pregnant?" Shay asked. "She said the baby died." "Damn, I'm surprised she told you. And what you say?" "Burn in hell."
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Married To The Game
Детектив / Триллер. This is the story of Esther, who gets caught up in the game. **This book is for Educational Purposes only**
