“Happy motherfuckin’ birthday to me,” I said and turned the lamp off beside me.
“You’re officially out of the doghouse now, bae, and you are the real fuckin’ MVP,” I whispered in her ear then laid down and took my ass to sleep.
I promise, I was never going to forget this night. I should have got the shit on film.
Chapter 17: Chantel
Ever since that whole fiasco went down that night, I had been camping out in this dirty ass motel with Tracy. We were still in Naples and we were living foul. According to Tracy, we had to do this in order to get back on our feet, and there was no way that we would be able to go back to Miami. I’m pretty sure that Quan had a bounty on both of our heads. I ended up having to change my phone number because I didn’t want to take the risk of Quan finding out our locations.
Every day, I regretted the day that I decided to put this plan together and rob Quan because obviously the shit didn’t work. We still kept the fake ass bag full of money that we had, and every place we went, nobody would accept it. Luckily, I still had a few stacks left in my bank account, but that was only going to last me for so long. So, for the past few weeks, Tracy and I had been robbing niggas.
We would go out to different clubs and bars and I would have to wear something very provocative and try to snag any nigga in the place who looked like he had money. Once I got the nigga to take me with him, I would bring him back to the hotel and Tracy would follow us in his car. The shit was very dangerous. At first I didn’t mind because of my thirst for money, but now I wanted out. Tracy wasn’t hearing that.
The last nigga we brought in here, wasn’t a sucker ass nigga and he ended up catching on to what I was doing. When I noticed him going in another direction, instead of the motel, I panicked. I looked in the rearview mirror and I think that he caught on that I had Tracy following me.
“Bitch, you must really think I’m stupid, right? That’s your little boyfriend behind me, right? What, you was trying to take me back to that motel so y’all could rob me, right?” he asked.
I looked down and noticed that he had a gun on his hip. I knew for a fact that I wasn’t going to make it out of that car alive, so in the middle of him driving, I unlocked the car door and jumped my ass out, falling head first. That happened last week, and since then, I hadn’t been up to doing this shit anymore.
“I hope you got some makeup that’s going to cover those bruises on your face because we starting back up tonight,” Tracy said, walking into of the motel room.
“Tracy, when is enough going to be enough? This shit is dangerous, and last time I almost fuckin’ died because of this. It’s easy for you because I’m the one who has to lure the guy in, get him to come back to the hotel, and just hope that he doesn’t catch on and realize that it is a setup. I’m playing with fire, while you sit your ass in the car and just wait for everything to go down. I can’t keep doing this, so you’re going to have to find someone else,” I told him.
“Bitch, you’re going to do exactly what the fuck I tell you to do! This shit ain’t up for debate. Because of your ass, we’re in the position that we’re in now!” he had the nerve to say.
“Oh, so all of this is my fault? I’m the one that took a bag full of fake money and it’s my fault?” I sarcastically asked him.
He walked over to me and pulled me by my hair. “No, bitch, but it was your fuckin’ plan! I was going to get at that nigga on my own time, but the shit you were talking sounded real tempting, and since I care about your ass, I didn’t want you to go out and do nothing stupid and end up dead,” Tracy told me.
“Oh please, you don’t give a fuck about me because if you did, you wouldn’t allow me to put my life in danger like this. You only helped because Quan punched your ass in front of everybody and you wanted some get back!” I screamed.
Before I knew it, this nigga punched me so hard in my nose that blood instantly flowed out.
“Watch your mother fuckin’ mouth talking to me like that! Now, go inside that bathroom over there and fix yourself up because I need you looking nice tonight,” he said, and I quickly got out of the bed.
This honestly wasn’t the first time that Tracy had hit me, and I promised myself that today was the last straw and that I was leaving his ass tonight. When he went to sleep, I would take his car keys and get the fuck away from him. He must have forgotten that he needed me, I didn’t need him.
10:00 P.M.
“Alright, Chantel, you already know what to do. I want you to go in there and bring home the richest nigga in the building. I’m not talking about a nigga who look like he has a few hundred dollars in his pockets, I want that nigga to be paid. You do this right, then daddy will break you off some dick tonight,” Tracy told me, as we pulled up to Dimension Nightclub in Naples.
Funny how we had been in Naples for all of this time, and we didn’t hit up this club first. Of course, every time we would go out and look for our prey, we wouldn’t do it at the same spot because that shit would be way too risky.
“Yeah, whatever,” I said, getting out of the car.
It was a Tuesday night, so the line to get into the club really wasn’t that long. I was dressed nicely in a black skintight dress from bebe, with a pair of gold bebe pumps. I had my Malaysian weave parted down the middle, stopping just below my ass, and I wore a lot of makeup to cover the bruises on my face. My nose still hurt from when Tracy hit me. Every time I felt that pain, I would get the motivation I needed to leave this nigga tonight, with no looking back.
After going through the club’s security, I was finally let inside the club doors. This club was way different than the clubs that I had been to in Miami. It gave off more of a classier ambiance. There was a spiral staircase that led upstairs to the VIP section and I decided to try my luck, hoping the fact that I was wearing the hell out of this dress would get me in. If I wanted to snag my ass a baller tonight, then VIP was the spot to be. The bouncer that was standing there and supposed to be guarding the velvet rope was clearly engaged in a conversation with one of the chicks there, so I was able to ease my ass right by him without even getting caught.
This area of the club was way more laid back than it was downstairs. The men who were sitting on the couch were just vibing to the music, and of course, there were plenty of blunts in rotation. The females up there were more stuck up than the ones that I had spotted downstairs. These women up here probably worked five days a week and just came to the club from time to time, just to kick back with their girls and have a good night. I made my way over to the bar and took a seat at one of the barstools
“What can I get you tonight, beautiful?” the female bartender asked me. She looked to be around my age and she was very beautiful. From what I was thinking, she must have been Cuban, but she clearly had some black in her because of the ass on her and her voice. She was wearing a pair of booty shorts and a black tank top with the club’s name on it.
“I’ll just take a long island ice tea,” I said.
If I wanted this to go smoothly, I needed something strong in my system to calm down my nerves. I always got a bad feeling when I did this shit, but tonight my feelings were at an all-time high, mainly due to the fact that the last time things had gone horribly wrong.
While the bartender fixed my drink, I looked around the club and then pulled out my cellphone to text Tracy, just to let him know that I was in V.I.P. As soon as I finished the text, the bartender set the drink down in front of me. I thanked her and sipped on my drink. My throat was so dry, and this was exactly the fix that I needed.
“You know you are way too fine to be sitting at this bar by yourself. Where your man at?” a handsome man said.
He was dressed casually in a white Polo dress shirt and a pair of white jeans from Levi’s, with a pair of Polo loafers on his feet. Adorning his neck was a Cuban link chain that looked heavy as fuck, with the matching bracelet. He stood at about six feet even, was dark skinned, and had the perfect set of white teeth. He kind of put me in
the mindset of the singer, Tyrese, not to mention he smelled good as hell. It’s crazy because I normally went after light skinned dudes, but this chocolate motha fucka standing in front of me was fuckin’ beautiful.
“I just moved down here for work, and I don’t really know anybody,” I said, lying through my teeth.
Fuck was I supposed to say? That I came there to rob a nigga, and from the look of all this flashy jewelry he had on, it just might be his ass.
“Damn, okay, I like an independent woman who works and pays her own bills. That’s like the sexiest shit to me,” he said.
Clearly, he didn’t know me because the woman he just described, I was far from it.
He sat on the stool next to me and I got kind of nervous. I don’t know if it was due to the fact that this nigga was so fine, or if it was the fact that I didn’t think that I would be able to pull this shit off. He might have looked like Tyrese, but I could tell that he wasn’t no singing ass nigga. In fact, he looked like he would kill my ass dead right now if he knew what I was up to.
“What’s your name, beautiful?” he asked me.
“Monica, but everybody calls me Mo,” I said, lying again.
Rule never one, never confess your real name to your prey because when it’s all said and done, they may come back looking for you.
“Okay, Mo, I’m Davion. It’s nice to meet you,” he said, pulling my hand up and then kissing it.
“Nice to meet you too,” I told him after shyly pulling my hand away from him.
“Hey, Davion, don’t mean to interrupt you, man. Somebody is at your office waiting to talk to you and they said it’s very important,” the bouncer who was guarding the rope to VIP walked up and said.
His office? This was this nigga’s club? Well, won’t he do it?
“Alright man, I’m about to go and check that out. And you, Ms. Mo, are you going to disappear on a nigga? Or are you going to wait until I get back?” he asked me.
Shit, now that I knew he owned this bitch, you damn right I was waiting for his ass to get back.
“I’ll wait for you, but don’t take long because I have work in the morning,” I lied yet again.
“I promise it won’t take long. Order whatever you want, it’s on me,” he said and got his sexy ass up to leave.
When he left, a thought ran through my mind. I planned to leave Tracy’s ass tonight. Most likely I was going to take my ass back to Miami because I was tired of hiding and I had no place else to go. But now, after sitting here with Davion, it made me want to switch things around. I knew for a fact that this nigga was sitting on some big paper, and I didn’t want to rob his ass once. In fact, I wanted to continue to rob his ass every day, so I decided to send Tracy a text.
Hey, you can go on and head back to the motel. I have it from here, trust me on this one.
After I sent the message, I looked around to make sure that Davion wasn’t going to pop up from behind me or some shit.
Tracy texted me back:
Are you sure? What’s going on?
Just go! I’m telling you, I have it from here! I sent back.
Alright yo!
Was his reply, and that was that.
“You ready to go now, beautiful?” Davion asked, walking back over to where I was sitting.
“And where exactly are we going?” I asked as I put my hand in his and he helped me down off the stool.
“I want to take you home with me,” he said, and I just nodded.
We walked out of the VIP section and I let him lead the way. When we got outside, he threw his keys to the valet and he quickly caught them and jogged off to get the car for him.
“Where your car at?” he asked me. He had completely caught me off guard and I had to think fast.
“Umm, I caught an Uber here,” I said, letting another lie roll off of my tongue.
He simply nodded his head and then a few minutes later, the valet driver came back, pushing a Matte black Mercedes G- wagon. I swear this was the most beautiful car that I had ever laid eyes on in my life.
“Wow, this is your car?’ I asked in amazement.
“One of them,” he said and grabbed my hand then helped me to get into the car.
After I climbed in the car, he went over to his side, got in and took off out of the parking lot. I smiled to myself because I had managed to come home with the fuckin’ club owner, and I didn’t even have to seduce him because he came on to me. He drove with the music softly playing, and I just sat there quietly, smiling about what was going to come of this situation.
“Why you so quiet over there?” Davion asked me.
“No reason at all. It’s not every day that I just hop into the car with a total stranger,” I said with a smirk on my face.
“Well, by the end of the night, trust me, I won’t be a total stranger anymore,” he said and squeezed my thigh.
About thirty minutes later, we pulled into an upscale community. I’ve seen my fair share of big houses, but these houses that we were now passing looked like mansions. Even though it was dark as hell outside, I was still able to see how beautiful this neighborhood was. We finally pulled up in front of one of the houses, and of all the houses we passed, I think that this one was the biggest on the block.
Davion hit a button in the car and the garage doors opened. He pulled into the garage and we both stepped out of the car with him walking in front of me to open the door.
When we walked in the house, we entered what I assumed was the den area. Wow, this room was beautiful. “Can you give me a tour? If this is what the den looks like, I’m dying to see the other parts of the house,” I said.
I hope I wasn’t coming off as a groupie or some shit like that, but I was a woman who loved nice shit, and clearly his house was nice shit. He smiled, grabbed my hand, and gave me a tour of the entire house which consisted of six bedrooms and four and a half bathrooms, a swimming pool inside and outside, movie theater, game room, basketball court outside, just everything that a perfect house has.
“And you stay here by yourself?” I asked when we got back in the den and sat next to each other on the couch.
“Yeah, but on the weekends, my son comes over. That was his room decorated up there with the Miami heat theme,” he said proudly. I could tell that he adored his son.
“Oh wow, and how old is he?”
“Davion Jr is six years old. Yeah, his mother and I didn’t work out, but we co-parent, and for the most part, that seems to be working better for us,” he said with faraway look in his eyes. I could tell that he still had a soft spot for her in his heart.
“You seem like a really good guy. Do you always bring random woman with you to your home? I mean, this is where you and your son rest your heads. I would think that you would have taken me to a hotel or something,” I said.
“Nah, I don’t bring random women over here. Besides my ex-wife, you’re the only woman to ever step foot inside my home. I don’t know what it is about you, Monica, but it’s got me interested to find out more. I haven’t been with a female since my wife and I split up. Don’t get me wrong, a nigga still gets his dick wet, but I’m talking relationship wise. I haven’t been with a female,” he said and I nodded my head.
For the rest of the night, we stayed up talking, telling each other our story. While everything he told me was probably the truth, I was just keeping the lies flowing as I went along. It’s crazy because I wanted to be honest with him, and I could see how attentive he was, but I was scared. I was scared that he was going to judge me for the fucked up choices that I had made in life, and I was also scared that he would try to kill me once I confessed that I was planning to rob him tonight.
It was something about him that made me feel wanted, it was the way he looked at me. Never has a guy looked at me that way. Most niggas knew that I was a money hungry bitch in Miami, so they never really took me serious. Davion didn’t know that, which is why he was looking at me the way he was.
8:06 A.M.
I woke up ea
rly as hell the next morning, and when I looked around, I was in what I assumed was Davion’s bedroom. I opened my eyes, and when I did, I came face to face with Davion holding a gun, pointed at my head.
“You got about one minute to start talking because I’m about a second away from blowing your fuckin’ head off!” he gritted.
I looked down and noticed that he was holding my cellphone in his left hand. Oh shit! Did he go through my messages? Oh my God, I forgot to turn the phone off last night. God only knows what Tracy had texted me and what Davion had seen.
“Davion, please just put the gun away and let me explain everything to you,” I pleaded.
He shook his head no. “I ain’t putting shit away, you fuckin’ liar. I bring your ass to my house, not even knowing you. I told you that I saw something in you last night and this morning I wake up to your phone ringing back to back. I’m not even the type of nigga to go through a bitch phone, especially if she ain’t my bitch. What confused me the most was the fact that you claimed you just moved down here and you didn’t have any family or friends, yet your phone keeps ringing. Please let me know that this nigga has the wrong number or something! And who the hell is Chantel? The nigga keeps texting and saying Chantel,” he said.
At his point, I had to tell him the truth because if not, he was probably going to murder my ass.
“That’s my name,” I said, barely above a whisper.
“Oh wow! And you told me your name was Monica! So, it’s true, you planned on robbing me last night?” he asked.
Although he asked me, I knew that he knew the answer but he just wanted to hear me say it.
“Yes, but let me explain,” I said.
“I don’t want to hear shit that you have to say. Get the fuck up and get out my house before I change my mind about killing you!” he said.
I didn’t budge. I wanted to tell him the truth.
“Wait, Davion, just hear me out. Last night was going to be my last night doing this shit, I swear. I was going to leave town because I can’t keep living like this, this shit is dangerous. The person that was texting my phone is the one that’s making me do it. I confessed to him yesterday that I wanted out and he punched me in my face for it. I promise that last night I was going to have you drive to the motel that we are currently staying at and go to our room. He was going to be waiting for you in there and after he robbed you, I was going to wait for him to go to sleep and then I was going to leave! Just like how you saw something in me last night, I saw something in you! Which is why I didn’t go forward with the plan. You have to believe me, Davion, it’s the truth,” I cried to him.
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