by Heiress
“Baby why would I stop dancing?” I quizzed, confused. I had been doing this, and I had no reason to stop now.
“The fuck you mean-,” he paused, pinching the bridge of his nose. I must have been pissing him off. “Mo’, we back on track now. Ain’t no need for you to be half naked in some club getting money? I got money and you know I got you for whatever, so this stripping shit needs to stop,” he let me know.
I glanced around as if I was confused on who he was talking to. “Baby, you can’t expect me to up and quit my job. I won’t do that.” I stood my ground. This was one thing I was willing to be strong about.
“So you like that shit? You like being treated like a hoe and having niggas touch all on you? Do you like dancing for money and being degraded and shit? You was only doing it for money when we broke up. That shit ends today. No matter what you say,” he ended, walking away from me. I quickly traveled after him.
“No! That’s not why I’m doing it. I’m doing it because there’s no telling if we break up again. I will be left with nothing once again, and I’ll be out of a job. I’m going to continue to strip regardless of what-,” I was saying until Compton grabbed me by my jacket. He hemmed me up against the wall and stared intensely down at me.
“Let me tell you how this shit gone go,” he started, tilting his head to the side. “You gone take ya’ ass up to that club and quit. Don’t test me, Mo’ because I will embarrass ya’ ass. It’s my club, so I can fire you if I want, but I’m tryna’ let you do shit on ya’ own. If I find out you still stripping, that’s it. We done and ain’t gone be a third times a charm. We good?” he asked.
I dared not to go against Compton’s orders. The last time I did that, I ended up with hand prints around my neck. He wasn’t abusive, but he had no problem choking me. I’m too light skin for that bruising shit. “Fine, Compton. I’ll quit. But I’ll do that shit on my time, not yours,” I told him.
“Your time is my time. It ends today,” he demanded in a deep tone before releasing me from his grasp. He placed a kiss on my lips and flashed me a grin. “Have a good day,” he said, popping me on my ass.
Rubbing my cheeks, I grabbed my duffle bag from the floor and walked out. I hopped into my BMW 3 series and pulled off.
I was playing roles just now. I knew I wasn’t about to stop stripping, but I wouldn’t dare tell Compton that. He was right. I loved stripping. I loved shaking my ass for tips. I lived for the attention. Which was all Compton’s fault. I wasn’t getting the attention no more after we broke up and I found love in the club. That pole was my best friend. I was either going to work at the club when he wasn’t there or find another club to work at. I was the coldest dancer in the city, so I had no problem finding employment.
When I pulled up into the club, I made sure to park in the back. I could enter into the locker rooms from the back door. “Hey bitches!” I greeted my girls upon entering the locker room. I sashayed my thick ass over to my locker to get dressed.
“Bitch you seem extra happy today,” my girl Nakia noticed.
“Hoe, you would be happy too if you just got some of Compton’s dick,” I throw over my shoulder, sticking out my tongue.
“You always fucking, C. Why is it so different now?” Robin interjected.
“Well see that was when I was just renting the dick. I own it again,” I revealed. Compton told me to keep our relationship on the down low, but that wasn’t gone happen. I had been waiting to be back with him since we ended things. There was no way I could keep this quiet.
“Giiiiirl you lying,” Nakia gasped. “You and him really back together?”
“Wait- but I thought he was married now. To that, Cali bitch,” Robin interjected again.
Turning up my nose at the sound of that bitch’s name, I reeled my head around. ”He may be married to her legally, but he don’t want that bitch. She just popping out his baby. That’s all. Trust me, he’s all mine,” I assured them. She is lucky I didn’t kill her when I had the chance. She caught me off guard when she did her little surprise pop up. Next time I was going to be ready.
When I heard the news about Compton getting married, I was hurt. My soul was crushed because it was supposed to be me. Yes, I fucked up, but I was forgiven, and I was back in his life. That bitch had to go.
“Girl I don’t know. Those pictures we took at the club pissed C off but he ain’t divorce her. I think she moved on though. Her and Sean been getting cozy. I see them together all the time. Just the other day they were coming out of the movies all hugged up and shit. Hell, that may be his baby,” she kidded, cracking up laughing.
That got me to thinking. I needed to get rid of this bitch and maybe this way the way. “Next time you see them together, snap some pictures for me. Make sure they good too. What happened with Black wasn’t enough, but if he sees her with, Sean, he gone flip out. He might kill her ass.” That would be a wish come true.
“Damn, somebody jelly,” Robin snickered.
“Bitch shut the fuck up because ain’t nobody jealous. I look better than that bitch. I treat Compton better and I fuck him better. That young trick ain’t got nothing on me.” I wasn’t jealous of Cali at all. It was the hold she had on Compton that I was jealous of. Every woman that came into, Compton’s life never measured up to me. Not even that bitch Erica. I was always the one he chose, but Cali seemed to linger. She was the one who slipped through the cracks, and I didn’t know how or why.
“Yea, well once she has this baby you gone be jealous. Trust me, ain’t nothing worse than loving a nigga with a baby momma. They always put them first. Always,” Robin reintegrated, walking away from me.
Now that got me in my feelings. That’s when it hit me. The baby is what’s keeping him so attached to her. It’s not her. It’s that fucking baby. If I get rid of the baby, I get rid of her and Compton will have nothing to do with her. Problem solved.
I finished getting dressed in my sparkly bikini set and then headed out to the floor. Even though it was early, the club was always popping. The married men were always in here early spending their rent money and child support checks. I sashayed my voluptuous body over to the VIP section where I saw a new few faces. All the men in attendance admired my frame.
People can say what they want about my body. I paid for it, so it was mine. It looked natural, and to me it was. I had the best plastic surgeon in the game, and he made sure my ass and boobs were on point. “Y’all want a dance?” I quizzed.
“Hell yea, sexy. Gone bend that ass over for some rich niggas,” the man with the gold sets in his mouth said. There was a pole in the VIP, so I helped myself. I walked seductively around it before I started popping my ass. I was the best in the game, so I’m sure I was going to leave here today with about ten stacks. Maybe more. The money poured down on my ass, and I shook it in all the men faces. They gave it a few smacks and rubs, and I enjoyed every bit of the attention. It turned me on.
Out the corner of my eye, I noticed a man in the corner. He wasn’t paying me no attention, and I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t see his face, but I walked over to him and sat my ass on his lap. I whined my hips back and forth, feeling his dick grow. Damn, he was packing. “You like that daddy?” I moaned, laying my body back onto his chest.
“Nah, actually I don’t,” he spoke, snatching me up by my arm and pulling me into a private area of the club. I knew that voice anywhere, and I still got chills hearing it.
“Black, what the hell are you doing here? And get your monkey ass hands off me!” I snapped in a hushed tone. This man was finer than wine, but I couldn’t be seen with him. Not now since I was back with Compton. People talk, and I knew they would make this scene bigger than what it was. “You need to leave now.”
“Shut the fuck up hoe, I ain’t going nowhere until you give me some info,” he spat.
“I ain’t giving you shit, you disloyal fuck!” I spat, spitting in his face. You may have thought there was something deeper going on with me and Black, but you were mistaken. Wha
t happened between us was a mistake. Something that I wish I could take back because it cost me the love of my life. I will never in my life help this nigga with anything. In my books, he was dead to me.
“Bitch you lucky I ain’t trying to make no scene, or I would split ya’ wig. Now either you help me, or I’ll put a bullet in ya’ head. You pick,” he growled at me.
“Well, I guess I’m a dead bitch because I’m not telling you shit,” I spat again. I wasn’t backing down. I betrayed Compton once, and I didn’t plan on doing it again. Well, not with Black at least.
“Oh, I see. Since you back with, C you think you untouchable. You wasn’t that untouchable when I was deep in that pussy,” he said, reaching down my G-string and cupping my pussy in his hands. His touch felt so good, but I couldn’t go there with him. I just couldn’t risk it all again. “I wonder how, C gone feel when he finds out we been fucking since y’all broke up.”
“First off, I fucked you once after we broke up, and you practically raped me so don’t even try it, Damien. I was vulnerable, and you took advantage of that. You’re a sick ass nigga and I hope you get what’s coming to you. Now get your filthy black hands off of me. This pussy belongs to, Compton,” I told him, swatting his hand away.
He stood there with a wicked grin on his face in silence. If you knew Black, then you knew that his silence was not a good sign. That nigga had some screws loose. “Aight’. That’s cool. You may be with that nigga now, but he gone be forever loyal to that young bitch. You think you won but baby girl you still competing. She cuter than you, she all natural, she got that nigga ring and his baby. You fucked his nigga. Ain’t no coming back from that even if he say it is,” he rudely spat.
“Now take ya’ plastic ass back to work. They missing the thirst.” He said his peace and then walked away.
I wanted to cry due to his words, but I wasn’t a weak bitch by far. I wouldn’t give his ass the satisfaction. Everyone was right about that baby though. On the one hand, I wanted to take care of that, but on the other, I didn’t. I wanted to prove to myself that I could have Compton’s heart without having his baby. My girls probably thought it was impossible, but I was the love of his life. If I tried to kill her baby, that meant I thought she was a threat and no one is a threat to the baddest. I’ll earn all of him on my own but if all fails, killing her baby would be my last resort.
CHAPTER 5
BLACK: BEST FRENEMY
After seeing that Monique’s ass wasn’t gone be no help, I took matters into my own hands. Cali was my sole target anyways. It was just hard because with her being married to Compton, she was untouchable. I can make threats all day, but I knew I couldn’t get to her without help. So I made a few calls and had a man on the inside handling it for me. I knew he would get the job done.
Pulling out my phone, I called my second in command. C wasn’t the only nigga out here making moves. A Jamaican reached out to me a while back and asked if I wanted to do a job. Since I was out of a job, I was down. So I’ve been pushing weight out in the hood. The little money I had been making was decent, but it wasn’t enough. I made three times as much working with C, and I was hungry for more.
“What’s good, Black?” he answered.
“How shit going with that thing?” I quizzed.
“I’m on top of it,” he simply answered.
“What the hell does that mean? Give me more than that,” I shot back.
“Just know I got it handled,” he simply replied. I swear this nigga pissed me off to the highest of pisstivity. “Aight’ whatever. Did you make sure wasn’t nobody gone be at the spot? Me and my niggas on our way now.”
“Yea, shit is all clear. Get it and get out. Take all that shit. The money, drugs, the weapons and the maps. Especially the maps. We need that to find the tunnels.”
“Nigga I know what the hell I’m ‘sposed to be looking for. You need to worry about getting, Cali. This payback shit is for my personal revenge but getting her is my job. I ain’t gone be able to do shit with the tunnels without her ass anyway. I need her so get me her!”
“Black shit ain’t that easy. Ever since she got pregnant, C got his guard dogs around her ass. The bitch is untouchable right now. I ain’t gone be able to get to her until she drops that damn baby.” He gave me nothing but excuses. He was an inside man. What’s the point of being an inside nigga, if you can’t get inside?
“Man, how long that shit gone take?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. I was an inpatient ass nigga. I liked my shit quick like microwaves.
“About five months or so. I’m outside Sean house right now and she in there with him,” he informed me. I didn’t question their relationship because I knew what that was about. I knew Sean long enough to know what was up with that.
“Auh hell nah! That’s too fucking long,” I gasped.
“Man- the little bitch only like three or four months pregnant. We gone have to wait. It’s better this way so we can figure out a legit plan. We don’t even know how or when we gone kidnap her. There’s more shit to it. Understand.”
I kept quiet because I hated listening and staying still. I needed shit to do, and if I didn’t have nothing to do, then I damn near lost my mind. My palms were sweaty and shit. I hated waiting for for something to pop off.
“Yea, whatever. Hit me up when you find out how to speed this process up,” I ended the call. I threw my phone and sped off to my destination. I knew where all of Compton’s warehouses were. Even the ones underground. I was gone hit all them bitches one by one. Me and my team was coming for him and wasn’t shit he could do about it.
Back in the day, that was my nigga. I would die for him or Snoop. Hell, I almost did die for Snoop and I went to jail for C’s ass. Twice. I had they back because I was the muscle. When his name started ringing bells in the streets, he got big headed. A nigga started thinking he was better than everybody, including me . I threw away five years of my life for that nigga, and what does he do? He makes Snoop next in command. That clumsy ass nigga couldn’t protect a damn fly.
After that, I just started distancing myself from them. I thought about going my separate way but I was too busy being loyal to C. I had finally met a nice chick and was gone see what that was about but even that was a lost cause. I told C about her and his arrogant ass steps to her. Erica was my bitch, and he knew I wanted her, but he just had to have her for himself. That nigga was selfish as fuck, and it was time I humbled his ass.
Now that shit with Monique was just payback. I made it up in my mind that I was gone have her and I did. I even recorded that shit and sent it to him. But that was child’s play. I was after something so much more.
Pulling up to the hidden warehouse, I waited for my men to get here. Once they arrived, I got out. Dressed in all black, I was ready for this shit. “Y’all already know the drill. Get in and get out. Chino and Mike, get the cash. Ronny and Pete, take the drugs. Dez, grab all the guns you can get. We shoot to kill, so if you see anything moving or breathing, it’s dead,” I barked orders.
“What you got Boss?” Ronny quizzed.
“Something way more valuable. Now let’s go.” Pulling my mask over my head, I headed towards the door with my gun in my hand. We bust open through the door guns blazing. Anybody who was present was dead on site. All you could hear was gunshots. Checking my watch, I counted out time. “Six minutes in counting, let’s go!”
C had an alarm in all his warehouses. It set off as soon as we came through the door and it alerts him immediately. We got minutes upon arriving to get in and get out. We tore the damn place up grabbing any and everything. I opened C’s office and ripped that bitch to shreds until I finally found what I was looking for.
“Hell yea!” I shouted with victory. “Lets go! Let’s go! Now!” I barked to all my men. We ran out of there trampling over the dead bodies. Before leaving, I pulled out my spray paint bottle and left a message on the wall. I wanted that nigga to know it was me. He wasn’t gone ever find my hiding, so I wasn’t worried.<
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When we got outside, we stuffed all the shit in the truck and took off. This wasn’t just no let’s get even payback shit. This was war. And I had just started it off.
CHAPTER 6
CALI: BIG SISTER, LITTLE SISTER
“Are you ready, Angel? We don’t want to be late,” I called out to her from the front door.
“I’m ready, Aunty Cali!” she yelled back, running down the hallway with her book bag. For practice, I watched Angel all the time, so I could learn how to be a good mother. The last thing I wanted to do was be like mine. I was going to be there for my daughter or son whenever he or she came out.
“Okay now get your book bag on so we can go. Are you excited about today?” I asked her, and she nodded happily.
Today, Angel was having an event at school called Big Sister For A Day. It's where a bunch of women volunteer to be a big sister to a girl in need of guidance. It was my way of giving back. These girls now days are being influenced by Amber Rose and Blacc Chyna. Not saying that their bad women, but little girls are getting the wrong message. That having a big butt and being a stripper is a good thing. I refused to allow my new niece Angel and any other little girl think that way. They should want better for themselves other than being a video vixen or a basketball wife. They didn't have any one to teach them, and I wanted to be that someone.
“Quan! We’re leaving!” I hollered, grabbing Angel’s hand.
“Bye daddy!” she yelled after me as we walked out the door. Missy was at work, and Quan was most likely knocked out in the bedroom. He was a street nigga, so he stayed out all night and slept all day.
I helped Angel into her booster seat, and then I got in. We drove off, in route to her school. She was only six, but her school went up to the ninth grade.
In ten minutes, we were pulling up at her school. We got out and made our way inside, making sure to walk quickly. We were running a little behind schedule. “Okay, Angel. I’ll just be in the other wing of the school if you need me. Let me know if one of these big sisters get out of hand. You know I have no problem beating ass over my little Angle. Okay?”
