The Real Boss

Chapter 16 - Money over Loyalty?

YasminePOV

"Girl its ballers out there tonight" Peaches gleamed holding her money bag.

"Bitch tell me about you won't believe how much I made on stage" I bragged.

" from how those nights balling yes I will ahaaa" she laughed slapping hands with me.

"It's still more to be made , I'm bout to go get me a dance"

"I'll see out there then girl"

"I'm bout to hit the club
And dance like stripper
Ain't got a nigga I'm throwed off the liquor
I'm bout to hit the club and dance like a stripper"

"Baby can I get a dance?" I heard a deep feminine voice say in my ear, I turned around to see a 5'6 caramel Stud face I looked down and seen she was dressed like a man but had double d boobs.

"Whatchu got for me baby?" I flirted. What? Money don't got no gender, feel me?

"Whatever you want, Ma." She said giving me 2 hundred dollar bills.

This is gone be a long night.

* " Soon as I see my bed I'm falling asleep" Keke yawned

"Keke I watched too many Saw movies you gone sleep wit me?" Peaches asked.

" Hell no, don't think I ain't heard them stories about you fuckin wit girls, you ain't takin' my cookies" Keke protested

"Bitch don't nobody want yo loose ass" Peaches clowned

"Don't act like you ain't snuck a peek at this" Keke smacked her butt.

After a couple seconds Peaches responded "Maybe once or twice" which caused them both to laugh loud as hell.

"Hahahaahaa yall silly as hell" I couldn't control my laughter until I noticed someone sitting on my car.

"If you dont get yo ass off my car we gone have a problem" I threatened

"Maybe I want one" shit

"Aye whatever you and my sister got going on ain't got shit do wit me"

"Shut up and unlock yo door" I did what I was told and he got in my passenger seat.

"You good or do you need some help?" Keke asked , her and Peaches looked ready for a fight.

"I'm good, see y'all at the crib" I didn't want my best friends involved in this dumb bullshit. I waited for them to pull off before I got in my car.

"Now what do you want DJ?" I questioned

"Just shut the hell up and drive!"

"Aye dog you ain't gone keep telling me to shut up in my own ride"

"And what you gone do?" He said calmly pulling out his gun and aiming it directly at my temple.

"Not a damn thing, chill cuz" I backed down feeling like a bitch and terrified.

He stayed quiet only talking to give directions, after what seemed like forever were in front of the same house I first danced at.

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you want a little private dance" I tried lightening the mood, only to get a blank stare in return. He got out the car and I followed behind him inside the house into the dining room.