"Baby, you did good this time." I said to my girlfriend Melissa. I know what y'all thinkin'. I was just in Victoria's face. But Melissa was fine as fuck. And when she told me she worked for the infamous Carter King, I jumped on the chance for payback. Melissa though, she had small hips, dark brown hair to the middle of her back, and dark brown eyes that glittered. Did I mention that ass was outrageous? She was no Vic, but she wasn't slackin' either.
I counted the kilos and locked them into my safe, located behind a painting in my closet. Nobody knew this but Victoria, but I was a stick-up kid in New York. You had it, I wanted it. I craved money, and anything of monetary value. And I was the best in the business; I could steal anything off of anybody, and I made a pretty nice nest egg out of it. But all that changed when my mother and father both got famous. I had to give up my craft and be a celebrity child. But I honestly love the talent I was given and who was I to pass up a chance to rob Carter King blind?
Melissa sat on my lap and hugged my neck. "So what are we gonna do with all this work, bae?" She asked. I shot her a look and frowned, shaking my head.
"You know better than to ask me about my business." I told her. She looked down and nodded her head.
"But bae, I thought since I was the one physically getting all the work that it would be my business too." She responded shyly.
I sighed and rubbed my head. This bitch was giving me a headache. "Yeah, and you doing a good job. You going to Carter's trap tonight right?" She nodded her head. "I want you to take some of his dough from wherever his stash is." I said.
She looked at me with worry in her eyes and started fidgeting with her fingers. "I can't do that. Carter, Dreux and Trey would fucking kill me if I got caught." She explained. I looked at her like she was brain dead.
"Then don't get caught. I need this money to re-up. My parents would flip if they caught me taking money for illegal shit."
"Why do you do this anyway?"
"What you mean? I get money." I simply said.
"Yeah, but I could see if you had nothing. But you have everything."
"Mind yo fucking business for real. You do what I tell you or that's your ass, ya heard me?" I asked, waiting for her to reply with the right answer.
She gulped and nodded her head. "Yes, I hear you." She said, getting off my lap. "Can you drive me?" She asked.
"I guess, let's go."
*
We pulled up down the street from Carter's trap and I grabbed her arm sternly. "Don't mess this up alright? Call me if anything go down." She nodded her head and swallowed hard, getting out of the car.
I hope this bitch don't fuck up, I thought, pulling off towards Seven Grand. I paid valet to park my car, and I went inside without waiting in the line. Fuck, why should I my damn parents are famous.
I went over to the bar and ordered a shot of frost Ciroc on the rocks. My friend Stacey was the bartender at hand and she was lookin' really good. She had on a red bra-type thing, a pair of high waisted bleach shorts, and a pair of high heels with spikes on the toe. "Hey, J what you doing here?" She asked, sliding my drink across the counter.
"I'm just coolin'. I had to drop Melissa off somewhere a couple minutes ago, so I came to get faded." I admitted, downing my glass of liqour, and asking for another one.
"Uh huh, so you sliding through my place tonight" She asked. To be honest, Stacey was my fuck buddy. I was never faithful to Victoria, but come to find out, she was playing me! I thought I was the player but she had me beat. Stacey was my Ciara look-alike with the long natural dark brown hair, a very toned body and impeccable taste. She was someone I could be with on some next level type shit, but I couldn't ever bring her into the shit I be into. Might fuck her up!
I nodded my head. "Yeah, Ima roll through. I just gotta take care of some business first."
She handed me my drink, leaned over, and fingered my shirt popping open a few buttons. "I can't wait, I missed you these past couple of weeks." She said seductively, kissing my neck. My dick started to grow, through my pants.
"Mm, girl take a break and come take care of this in the bathroom." I tried to push her. She pulled back and smiled, shaking her head.
"Go home and take a cold shower. I got you later." She said, going to tend to another customer farther down. I shook my head and downed my other drink, liking the sting in my throat. I threw down a fifty dollar bill and got up.
My phone rang on my hip and I hurried to answer because it was Melissa, and if she wasn't at the trap handling my business, I would've sent her ass straight to voicemail. "Didn't I just drop you off?"
"They switched me!" She yelled in a loud whisper. I frowned, confused as to what she was trying to tell me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Trey just switched me to handling books and papers and shit! I can't go anywhere near the money or the work!"
I sighed and rubbed my forehead. "We running into problems now? What did you do?"
"I didn't do nothing, I just did everything you told me to do."
"Alright whatever, I think I got a plan but it's gonna take a couple weeks to work out the kinks." I informed her. "Don't do nothing to make them suspicious in the meantime." I warned her as I got into my car and hung up the phone.
