I closed the door behind her and turned off all the lights. I took off the robe and climbed in the bed with my girl, who was knocked out cold. I told her early this morning that I was going to have her ass putting in work tonight, but she clearly thought that a nigga was lying.
“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.