It was 1:25pm and Dajsha sat in her all black Mercedes SLC 300, her facial worry lines hidden behind her Chloe shades and Giorgio Armani foundation. Trell would be pulling up any minute and she was eager to know what he wanted and worried about what she may have to do to him to get him out of the way. Dajsha thought long and hard about calling Drecko or even Sya about the texts she had received from Trell, but decided against it. She would do this alone in hopes that after their conversation all would be history.
Trell pulled up at 1:37 pm in the car she had seen him in on the last two occasions. He hopped out the car with a smirk on his face and Dajsha instantly became irritated. "What's good Trell, the fuck you want to talk about?" she said. "Chill pretty girl, what's all the hostility for?" Trell replied, a little too happy for Dajsha's taste. "I just wanted to see what you were willing to do, seeing as though I have information I think my dawg needs to know." "Do?" she asked. "Yeah hoe, do! I mean you suckin and fuckin little nickle and dime niggas off, hell I gotta few dollars and evidence, what you gone do for it?" Dajsha was livid! "So you trying me like a hoe, Trell," Dajsha said in disgusted tone.Trell got close enough to kiss her and replied "Nah Daj you tried you like a hoe. I'm just letting you know my fee. I ain't asking you to do nothing you obviously don't enjoy doing. So you gone suck this dick in the car or we getting a room cause I ain't got all day love," he said while caressing the side of her face. Dajsha wanted to throw up but kept her composure. What she needed now more than anything was a reason to leave. So she said what needed to be said, "The room." Trell smiled and said, "That's a good girl, now get in." Quick on her feet as usual she said "No, we can meet tonight at 7 once Denim is gone for the night." Seeing that he wasn't really buying her act, for good measure she got close to him and grabbed his dick. "You sure you can handle this good pussy?" His dick grew in her hands. Embarrassed Trell replied, "Don't play me Dajsha or ima put my nigga on game and your triflin ass gone end up right back in the hood where you belong." "No games Trelle," she said, "if I don't give you an exciting night to remember I'll tell Denim myself!" "Aight bet, I'll text you the room details later," he said while walking back to his car, surprised she had given in so easily. Dajsha headed to her car but stopped when she heard Trell say, "And oh Daj where those purple panties with the lace you slept in about two weeks ago." With a wink he got in his car and sped off. Dajsha stood there dumbfounded and feeling invaded. She got in her car and pulled off with no destination in mind and dialed the one person she knew would come through for her.
Drecko was livid as he listened to Dajsha give him the rundown on the turn of events her life had taken since he crept into her spot. He felt one hundred percent responsible for everything happening and knew he had to intervene. What both Daj and Drecko didn't know was that Trell was a mutual acquaintance. He had been moving coke for Drecko's cousin GIO, short for GET IT OFF, and had been taking money from him and Denim's trucking company to cover the shortage due to his bad coke habit. Drecko hated to stir the pot and mix street business with personal, but his bond with Dajsha was worth it. In a perfect world she would be his. When it came to Dajsha he knew she deserved a better man than he could be so he played his part. Dajsha had a true place in his heart and he'd be damned if he was the reason for whatever repercussion would come her way if Trell exposed her. Drecko told Dajsha to text him the room number when she got it and went over the rest of the plan with her before ending the conversation with "I'll see you soon baby." He put his phone away for the time being and went back to the thick woman with no dignity lying in his bed waiting for him to give her round two all the while wishing it was Dajsha.
It was 6:30 and Denim had already left for work; it would be about 8 the following morning before he returned home. Dajsha was dressed and ready for her scandalous meeting with Trell while her putting final touches on her makeup she got a text message:
6:31 p.m,
706-914-8870
Room 417 courtyard midtown
Knowing it would take her at least 20 minutes to get there she grabbed her two must-haves, her lip gloss and her Ruger. She threw them both in her blue Brahmin bag and headed out the door on the way to meet Trell and give him the exciting night she had promised him.
