“Bricks, I’ve been working for Yao for years now, and I wouldn’t hook you two up if I didn’t think it would work.”
“Yeah, but running packages for him ain’t the same as dealing with him.” Bricks thought she was a runner because that’s what she told him.
“I think you should wait to meet him. I want to stay out of this. I mean, this meeting has been in the works for a minute.”
“It’s like this, remember Cameo, who you met at my party five years ago?”
“You mean the one we got into a fight about? The same nigga you wanted to throw me and my baby out on the streets for, just because I mistakenly brought someone I didn’t even know was affiliated with him, to his party? Yeah I remember that nigga.”
“Well he came by yesterday to speak to me about dropping his prices slightly more, not as low as Yao’s but low. And I’m not trying to get into a situation with Yao that might not work out. Especially if I can move forward with Cameo.”
Yvonna was angry with him for putting her in that position. She had given Yao her word that Bricks was good peoples because she wanted to help him out. And now he was about to pull out on the deal? Doesn’t he know what kind of man Yao is? Yvonna thought.
“Bricks, you a grown ass man. You gotta decide on your own what the fuck you want to do.”
“Who the fuck is you talking to?”
“You, because I know you smart enough not to play games with Yao. This is not the kind of man you say you want to deal with and then later change your mind. I mean you do read the papers right?”
“Yvonna, don’t threaten me. I respect Yao for the businessman that he is but he breathes just like me.”
“I wouldn’t put you at risk and I wouldn’t waste Yao’s time. So if I thought for one minute he couldn’t be the connection you needed to make the moves you wanted, I would not have said anything to you.”
Bricks smiled. “Is that right?”
“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t so,” she paused.
With that he took his cell phone from his pocket and called Cameo. When he answered he said, “What’s up?” Silence. “I’ma roll with my current situation.” Silence. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
When he ended the call Yvonna smiled. “Now, is there anything else you want to talk about?”
“Naw, I’m good.”
She saw something in his expression. “Are you sure?”
“It’s small shit.” He paused. “Last night somebody lifted Kelsi’s gun.”
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah. I think it’s Quita.” He said. “Me and Kelsi stepped to this bitch and halfway choked her out and everything. Then we went through her room and her purse. She ain’t have shit.”
“That bitch called me earlier trying to hang out. What’s up with her?”
“She’s good with kids but she be on some other shit sometimes.” He paused. “I’ma keep you posted though. I don’t know what she would need a gun for.”
Then her mind went on the letter she received at breakfast again. Outside of the people who were there with her, and Mr. BMW who she ran into, she was pretty sure that nobody else knew she was in Vegas. Still, she decided to ask Bricks if he mentioned she was coming in town to anyone.
“Bricks, you ain’t tell nobody I was here right? In Vegas I mean.”
“What you talking about? Everybody in Vegas this weekend. So if you trying to be secretive you in the wrong fucking city.”
“No, I mean you didn’t tell anybody I was going to be here directly did you?”
“If you asking me if I held a conversation with somebody else about you, then I have to say no. Outside of Quita, and Melvin didn’t nobody I know know you was here. My fam know now because they saw you yesterday. But I would never give your position knowing the nigga Swoopes could be anywhere at any time.”
Swoopes. She thought to herself. Did that little message come from you?
Sin City
Quita
Unlike her friends who were living it up in Vegas, Quita had to watch kids during her stay and although Bricks paid her to watch just Chomps, Delilah and Boy, she decided to come up on some more cash by watching the kids of a few drug dealers she knew. It wasn’t the fathers who brought their kids all the way from DC to Vegas, but their gold digging ass baby mothers’ who were sneaking up on them.
When it came to money she could be greedy and was expensive. She knew you could get your baby watched at any daycare center, but if your kid was bad, spoiled, rich or if you required a sitter at any time of the day or night, Quita’s Day Care center was the only center you could trust.
Sitting in the living room portion of her suite, Quita sat on the couch and watched Delilah, Boy, Chomps, Little Davie, Joshua and Miranda play on the floor. Normally she’d be making a drink but the YBM had her brains wrecked with the Yvonna shit.
“So Delilah, what your mom gonna get into this weekend?” Quita asked.
“What you mean?” Delilah asked, looking up from her pink Juicy purse she was busying herself with.
“I know she going to the fight, but where else is she going? I mean, do your mother and your Uncle Bricks got plans together?”
“Dang, Ms. Quita,” Boy said, “you awfully nosy today.”
“Yeah, Ms. Quita, you doing the most.” Miranda said.
“She can do the most all she wants, if my mama ain’t tell her her business, she must not want her to know.”
Frustrated, Quita threw her body back into the sofa. “There’s no reason to get smart, Delilah. Don’t forget you still a child. And I’m only asking because I wanted to know how long I gotta watch y’all for.”
“My daddy said he paying you right?” Chomps asked.
“Yeah.”
“Alright then, you watching us until the money run out.”
The kids all laughed at his statement knowing they were too grown for their ages. Still, Quita often acted like a child herself, and because of it, the kids had minimal respect for her.
“Miss Quita, did you know Delilah’s mother is crazy? And that she was in a insane asylum.” Little Davie said.
Delilah spun toward him and said, “You better stop telling lies on my mamma. If you know what’s good for you!”
“She’s crazy, she’s crazy, she’s crazy,” Little Davie chanted like a little bitch.
Delilah stood up and stood over top of him. “I’m gonna kill you. If you don’t stop it, I’m gonna kill you, Davie.”
“Delilah, sit down!” Quita yelled. When she didn’t budge she said, “Delilah, sit down now! Or I’ma call your mother.” She rarely said she’d call their mothers but when she said it she meant it.
“You gonna stop fucking with me sooner or later,” Delilah said, pointing her finger in his face.
“And Little Davie you better stop talking like that.” Quita added. “It’s not nice.”
Having gotten Delilah upset he smirked and said, “Yeah…whatever.”
Quita grabbed the remote and channel surfed. After thinking about the YBM she thought about Bricks and the fact that she hadn’t been given an invitation for his party tonight. She didn’t understand that she would always be the whore, never the girlfriend. Plus who was going to do her fucking job and watch the kids? Bricks had fucked her back in the day and although she remembered it clearly, he didn’t.
Whenever she’d come on to him he’d say, ‘You want this money or what? Because you watch my son and the money gonna keep flowing. But I don’t pay a bitch I fuck.’ Bricks would say.
‘The money, Bricks.’ She’d respond, mad he wasn’t taking her seriously.
When Little Davie went to the bathroom Delilah took this opportunity to step to Quita. “Miss Quita, when Little Davie’s mother gonna come pick him up?” Delilah asked breaking her out of her thoughts.
She turned the TV off. “Not sure. Why?”
“Because I’m tired of him picking on me and my brother. If he don’t leave me alone, we might have to have a conversation.” As
grown as the kids were, every time they opened their mouths she was always amazed.
“Well when your mother brings you back tonight so she can go to that party, you can conversate with him then.”
Delilah frowned. “My mom says conversate isn’t a word.”
“Well, tell your mother she doesn’t have to conversate with me when I use it. Because in my vocabulary it is a word.”
“Now, Miss Quita, do you really want me to tell my mother that?”
Grateful for the chance to take shit back she said, “Naw. Don’t tell her that.”
Delilah smiled and continued on with playtime with the kids. She allowed kids to do and say more around her than most parents would in a year. Figuring the kids were settled, she left them to play with the high tech toys she brought with her from home. Then she walked to the kitchen to prepare a martini. When she drank it all she made another one before someone knocked at the door. Flinging it open she was surprised to see Mike and some girl with a skimpy skirt.
“You got her to meet you yet?” He asked, as the girl hung on to him like a jacket. It was the same slut he fucked on the floor at the party.
“No, she’s not really a friend of mine so it’s kinda hard.”
“Bitch, I don’t give a fuck! I want you to hook that up or you gonna have problems.” Then he looked into the room. “Wait…one of them kids hers?”
Quita felt the blood drain from her body. Blocking his view with her body she said, “No!”
“Oh, because I was gonna say I know a sure way to get her attention.”
“No, none of the kids are hers.” She waited for an indication that he believed her and when she saw something fall on the floor, underneath the girl’s body, her stomach churned. It was a piece of bloody toilet paper that was used as a pad. “What the fuck is that?”
The girl looked down, saw it and said, “Oh, I ain’t have no more pads so I used some tissue.” Quita was disgusted.
“You don’t have on draws?”
She shook her head no.
“Hook that meeting up!” Mike said ignoring everything. “I’m not going to tell you again.” They walked off leaving the makeshift pad on the floor.
Quita closed the door only to see Little Davie drinking the martini holding the stem of her glass. “Boy what is wrong with you?!” He dropped the glass and it crashed to the floor.
“I was stressing so I needed a drink.”
“Your father let you drink?!” She screamed.
“Yeah. Sometimes.”
“Little Davie go sit down somewhere!”
She needed a break and decided to walk away from the kids to go into her room for some alone time. She had gotten herself into shit she couldn’t get out of. It was all her fault the YBM was there because she had an extreme case of diarrhea of the mouth. And it was the exact same reason people who Yvonna didn’t want to know she was in Vegas, knew anyway.
Some Days Back
“Girl, I knew he liked you!” Quita’s hairdresser Coins said as she curled the kitchen part of her hair. “I’m so happy ya’ll going together to Vegas. You deserve that nigga, honey. As hard as you worked for him.”
“I’m glad too, girl.” Quita said. “It’s about time he give me a chance.” On top of many other things, Quita was a big liar.
“So he ain’t messing with that crazy bitch Yvonna no more?” She said holding the iron away from her hair. She didn’t want to be so heavy in her concentration that she’d missed what she had to say and burn her ass.
“Naw, but I heard she going to be in Vegas, too. Wait ‘til she sees me show up with him.” She laughed. “I can’t wait to see the look on her face.”
The entire shop was on pause because as far as they knew Yvonna didn’t take time out to go to fights, clubs or anything else for that matter. To those who heard of her but never got a chance to meet her, Yvonna was something like an urban legend.
“So who running your center while you in Vegas?”
“My cousin got it for me.”
“Well have fun girl,” Coin said. “Like I said, you do deserve that shit.”
The moment Quita’s rolled up ass lifted off of the cushion of her salon chair, Coin got on the phone and told everybody who would listen that Yvonna was going to be in Vegas for the fight. One person in particular worked with Penny at the hospital. And another person she told kept in contact with Crystal who would later tell Swoopes. In the end, Quita was responsible for the two people Yvonna didn’t want to know, knowing she was in Vegas.
Because of it Sin City was in for a shakeup of biblical proportions.
Yvonna
Sin City
The fight was tomorrow and Yvonna had decided to meet Urban in his room like he requested. Although he wouldn’t fuck her, because his coach said sex would mess with his energy before the fight, he wanted company.
When she knocked on his door she was surprised to see that his bodyguards weren’t around. Normally, Urban didn’t go anywhere without them.
“Come in,” Urban said opening the door. He gave her a strong hug. “You smell good.” Then he paused. “But why you got that hoodie on and shit? It looks like a disguise.”
“No reason,” she lied.
“You ain’t trying to kill me are you?” He joked.
“Boy, please!” She laughed. “And thanks for the compliment on my perfume.” She walked further into the suite and he closed the door.
Looking around she said, “Where are your bodyguards?” The TV played softly in the room.
“This is my secret room. They don’t know about this one. My coach be on my shit sometimes and I got to get away. It’s under a fake name and everything.”
She smiled. “So where did you tell them you were going?”
“To catch some air.”
Urban was clad in a pair of black slacks, and a black button down shirt. His large muscular arms and wide neck was a little too big for her liking but for the sake of Yao, she’d stare at the wall-necked man all day.
“Come over here, talk to me.” Urban said inviting her to the couch in his suite.
Yvonna swaggered over to the couch and they both sat down. She could feel him eyeing the curves of her body and the motions of her hips. A seductress from birth, no man could resist her if he tried.
“You know I ain’t think you were gonna see me tonight.”
“Why wouldn’t I see your fine ass?” Urban said.
She smiled. “Well, I thought you were too busy and you’ve been acting a little different lately. And plus I texted you yesterday when I saw you giving a girl your number but you didn’t answer.”
“I’m a boxer, baby. Bitches approach me all the time, but how am I acting different?”
“You told me we would get up before you got to Vegas, and I waited for you but you never called. And just so you know, honey, I hate to be played.”
“Well I’m here now, so what you wanted to say to me?”
“I didn’t have anything I wanted to say, Urban. Was just expecting you to keep your promise that’s all.”
“Are you sure that’s it?” He said tugging softly at her ear.
She smiled. “That, and the fact that I wanted to see you.”
People told her that Urban was nothing more than a moody, fighter but whenever he was around her; he was always so laid back and calm. It was a shame that Yao wanted him killed before the weekend was out. His reason? Three years ago Urban fought Yao’s cousin Genghis Kong in an International Boxing match that ended with Genghis being killed. Although everyone said that he died due to a blood clot in his brain that had gone undetected during his many doctor visits, Yao blamed Urban and wanted him to pay. For years Yao tried getting close to him by using people in Urban’s camp, to no avail, they were all too loyal. Each employee, from his trainer to his massage therapist, all let Urban know what Yao had been trying to do.
Eventually he told the authorities in an effort to cease the threats against his life but it was hard proving Yao’s i
nvolvement, and there was no one ballsy enough to bring him up on charges. Yao’s sadistic reputation preceded him wherever he went. Through it all, he could never get his hands on Urban.
It wasn’t until Yvonna was in a restaurant she’d knew he’d be in cussing a waiter out, that she caught his eye. The fight with the waiter wasn’t a part of the plan. As always when Yao sent her on a simple mission, she managed to find a way to make a covert operation open and public.
The moment she stood up and threw the ice-cold water into the waiter’s face, Urban knew he had to have her. He could tell by the partially wet Birken bag on the table and Rolex watch on her arm, that she was well kept. Now whether the money belonged to her or someone else remained to be seen.
If he was going to meet her he first had to diffuse the situation. So he spoke to the waiter and they came to a monetary arrangement. Basically he was paid handsomely for her disrespect. Then he sent one of his men to catch the security guard right before he tossed her out the front door.
“I’m sorry, sir, I have direct orders to get her out of here.” The guard said to one of Urban’s men.
“Get the fuck off of me!” Yvonna yelled at the guard who had not released his hold of both her underarms.
Urban’s employee looked at the feisty girl with apprehension. “I understand that you have orders, but I’m with Urban Greggs.”
“The heavyweight champion of the world?”
“Yes, sir.” He smiled. Then he reached in his pocket and handed him a few bills. “And he’s requesting her company tonight.”
The man stared at the bills and said, “Uh…I don’t know. I think they really want her out of here.”
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