Lifestyle Fulfilled

Chapter 3

Finishing my set on stage, I carried my basket of money, heading to the back. I opened my locker eyeing the money. I figured I had about a good 7 thousand. I dumped the basket full of 1's , 5's , 10's and 20's , and closed my customized purple fur locker, putting my code in to lock it again.

I sat down attempting to start the process at taking off my heels and in came my manager, Dicey and also a man I've never seen before. He was about 6'1 , Brown skin, and for the most part straight teeth. I roamed his body with my eyes. I stood up.

"Hey, Daddy." I said referring to Dicey.

He left the other man's side and casually walked over to me. We were standing face to face. He slinked his long arms around my waist.

"Bitch, did I ask you to talk?" he whispered in my ear.

I shook my head. He nodded and grabbed a handful of my ass and smiled. He turned and walked about half the distance it took him to get to me and stopped.

"Zay, this is Jah." Dicey gestured towards me. "Jah, this is Zay." He gestured towards Zay.

I looked at Zay. He looked at me. I looked at Dicey.

"Okay....What?" I asked Dicey with a hint of attitude.

He sent me a glare.
"Both of you, follow me."

He started walking and Zay and I followed behind him. He led us to his office.

He headed around to the chair behind his desk. In front of his desk, I took the chair on the left and Zay took the one on the right.

Dicey began to speak, "Zay, I asked you to come here because its a lot of niggas out here that owe me money. You been out in the streets slanging for me since you were a youngin."

Zay nodded. I switched my attention to Dicey.

"Dicey, you realize you pulled me from my work? You fucking with my money, right now." I said.

He sucked his teeth, "One more time, bitch. One more time."

I rolled my eyes.

He continued, "As I was saying, I'm sending you two on a money run. I want my money and I want yall to be the ones to get it."

I opened my mouth to say otherwise, he held his finger up in my direction.

"I chose yall two because for one, Zay, I know you gone get the job done. And you, Jah, You aint gone say no to money."

He then reached into his desk drawer and pulled out 10 stacks. He counted 5 and put them on my corner of the desk , and the other 5 on Zay's side. I licked my lips and looked at Dicey.

"That's 10 thousand EACH if you accepting my request." Dicey said.

Zay was already leaning up in his chair, accepting the offer. He grabbed the money and sat back in his chair.
"You got it boss." He said, half smiling.

Dicey looked at me , raising his eyebrows. I raised my eyebrows also,
"Continue" I said.

He then pulled out a yellow iPhone 5c and placed it on my side of the table , and a white one of Zay's side. Next, He pulled out 2 glocks, and again, he set the personalized turquoise one on my side and the plain black one on Zay's side.

Zay reached and grabbed his Glock and his phone from the table. Mine still sat there.

"Do you accept, Jah? It's really not a question.." Dicey asked, eyebrows raised.

I leaned forward sliding all my items off the desk top.

"I accept..."