Duffle Bag Bitches Page 3

  Nisha was on cloud nine with the little hundred thousand dollars. She was splurging. She bought a new car, clothing, and got her hair done. She got something for the children and gave her mom a little piece of change to keep her off her back. Nisha bragged a lot about how she was getting money. All her little girlfriends wanted to be down. She would lie to them saying that she would look out for them knowing good damn well that shit wasn't happening. She just liked to make muthafuckas think she had them.

  Truth be told, now that the squad was working for Dallas she nor any of the others ran shit. Nisha would soon learn this. She was enjoying the little bit of money that she had left but she was starting to run low and it was time to look for a new lick.

  She decided it was time to call her girls, so she picked up the phone and dialed Jasmine’s number. The phone rang for a minute. "Hello," Jasmine stated into the phone.

  "Bitch what’s good with you boo?" Nisha said cheerfully.

  "Shit, at home with my family." Jasmine was always iffy.

  "Aye we need to contact Dallas about a new lick or we need to hit the club to find out who’s holding that paper.”

  “What the fuck you mean?” Jasmine looked around the room remembering that she was in the room with her husband and kids. She was about to yell out how much money Nisha had. She looked at her husband, “Baby this that dumb bitch Nisha, I’m gone take this in the other room so I won’t mess up ya’ll movie.” He just shook his head. She exited the room ready to blow this bitch down.

  “Please tell me that you didn’t spend all that money Nisha!” Jasmine hated when people wasted money.

  “I got about ten bands left.” She said that shit like that was a lot.

  “You spent that much fuckin money on what? I heard you were out there bragging about the money you getting but I didn’t know you was also being stupid.” Jasmine’s mind was blown.

  “What the fuck you got to do with how I spend my fuckin money? Hell, I should have got more than everyone else! I was the one fuckin the ugly ass lame nigga not you hoes.” Nisha was pissed because she hated when people called her stupid even though she knew it was often true.

  “Bitch if you don’t pump your muthafuckin brakes we gone have a fuckin issue.” Jasmine gritted her teeth because she was trying to change her life and her temper.

  “Look, are ya’ll ready to get this money cause we don’t have time to be sitting on this little bit of money no fuckin way! We trying to be rich!” Nisha sounded stupid saying that now that she had fucked up so much money.

  “I’m gonna holla at the girls tonight and see where their heads are. You just gonna have to play it easy with your ten little bands.” Jasmine laughed and hung up. She had to admit that stupid bitch was funny at times.

  Jasmine called Shannon “Hey sis” Shannon picked up.

  “Hell wish I was as happy as you.” Jasmine stated. This always made Shannon wonder why her sister was often unhappy when she had everything she could ask for. Her husband loved her crazy ass no matter what and she had four beautiful children. Now that they were getting money, besides lying to a great man she couldn’t put her finger on the issue at all, but out of love she asked “What’s the matter boo?”

  “Nothing sis, I told you I’m getting help for myself to save my family.” Jasmine was serious and Shannon loved that quality in her.

  “Well then bitch what’s good with it?” That caused Jasmine to laugh. She knew that her and her sister didn’t get along all the time but when they did, Shannon could be a damn fool.

  “Man are you ready to hit another lick because I think we need to lay low for a while, they still looking for West’s killer.” Jasmine was shook knowing that she was the person that they were in search of.

  “Sis it ain’t no rush for me. I’m still holding seventy-five so I am Gucci for real.” Shannon told her.

  “Aye man, click over and call Jay.” Shannon didn’t know what Jasmine was tripping off cause she knew that her sister didn’t waste money like that but she did what she was asked to.

  Jay must have been on the phone because Shannon had to dial her line a few times before she got her. “Shannon what the hell you blowing my damn phone up for with your skinny crack head ass?” Jay loved to talk shit. She was a Cancer and that’s what they do.

  “Bitch your momma a crack head.” Shannon joked even though she knew that Jay didn’t play no games about her damn momma.

  “Hoe fuck you with yo fluffy ass momma, why the fuck you call me to play games?” Jay loved this girl, crazy and all.

  “Hey bitch, don’t talk about our momma fluffy like your ass slim!” Jasmine and Shannon both double teamed her ass.

  “Oh let me find out this some tag team shit!” Jay laughed at their silly asses.

  “No ya’ll, for real, let’s cut the bullshit. Ya’ll ready to do another lick or what?” Jay was just as shocked as Shannon was at the words coming out of Jasmine’s mouth. She knew how her best friend was with money so she was wondering where this was coming from.

  “You broke Jazz?”

  “Hell no, you know fuckin better than to ask me some shit like that.” Jasmine almost got pissed but she played it cool.

  “Well why the hell are you asking us this?” This time Jay and Shannon was on the tag team mission.

  “Man this bitch Nisha is down to ten bands.” Jasmine said shaking her head like they could see her.

  “Ten bands!” Both yelled as if their ears were playing tricks on them.

  “Yeah she called me with her chest poked out talking about how she should have gotten more money than the rest of us anyway because she was the one fuckin the nigga.” Jasmine informed them of their conversation.

  “Fuck that ratchet ass bitch! She better be glad that she not fuckin broke for real like she was before my brother started fuckin with her dumb ass.” Shannon was pissed at the balls of that bitch.

  “I know that shits right sis.” Was all Jay said. She didn’t like to do a lot of talking; she would just fuck you up.

  “I know ya’ll think that’s that bitch fault, but she family and we can’t let the hoe dry up,” Jasmine said. It kind of shocked Jay and Shannon, but the next move was just as shocking. “Fuck it I’ll call Dallas when we hang up and see what he holding for us.” Jay never did that so they were wondering what had moved her then.

  “Really!” Jasmine and Shannon were back on the tag team.

  “Yeah I will handle it unless one of ya’ll want to do it.” She said ready to pass the torch cause this wasn’t her anyway.

  “No do your thang boo just tell us what we got to do.” They all said “One Luv!” and hung up.

  Jay didn’t think twice about what she just did, it was what it was and the time was now or never for her to step up to the plate and make it happen. Even if it was Nisha’s dumb ass that had them needing money so soon.

  Ring… Ring… Ring… Dallas was an early bird to have his hand in so much shit. It was barely nine fifteen and that nigga was in the bed. “Hello.” He whispered in a low sexy voice that made you think he was doing one of two things, but she was calling about business so all that was pushed to the back of her mind.

  “Hey D, this Jay the silent killer!” This caused him to laugh and wake up a little more.

  “What’s up boo, what’s the cause for you to awaken me in such a lovely way?” Boy did this man have a way with words I tell you.

  “It’s like this, we need to come see you if you feel where I’m coming from.” She talked in code.

  “Oh ok ya’ll bringing one to me or ya’ll need one from me.” He asked so he could tell her what her next move was.

  “No we need one cause we didn’t plan to have to come back this fast but some shit came up and here we are.” She put him on game.

  “Oh if that’s the case tell Shannon to give Zane a call and tell him to give her details on the latest one we laying on. Now he’s kind of a hard cookie to crack so we gonna need something hot to move this one. You might just fit t
he bill. Thick, chocolate, and fine; shit you would have me open.” This man was causing Jay to blush. A part of her liked it, the other part didn’t.

  “That’s what it do then if the role calls for me to be the leading act then I’m willing to ride for my family. Let’s just see what Zane got on this cat first, ya dig.” She flipped game back at him not knowing that he loved that shit. Strong women drove him wild.

  “I dig shorty” he hit her with a southern swag.

  “Sleep tight daddy, we eatin’ in the morning!” That statement made Dallas’s dick hard and Jay shocked herself when she said it. He had to laugh.

  “Will do shorty.” He smiled. He was happy that he added the girls to the crew, things would work just the way he needed them to and if everyone was smart, within three years they would all be able to retire at very young ages.

  Shannon had gotten the word from Jay to call Zane. She did as she was asked. When she called, the nigga was acting crazy talking about “How did you get this number?” This nigga acted like she was a stalker or some shit but she didn’t sweat it. Whatever was wrong with him he’d soon get over. This was about business, nothing more. After he gave her the information needed, they didn’t have to speak again as far as she was concerned.

  He wasn’t willing to talk over the phone and she was cool with that because she wasn’t feeling that phone shit either. He asked her to meet him at The Melting Pot in Delmar Loop. It was a fondue restaurant in University City better known to the residents that lived there as U City. That was cool because Shannon loved to eat even being a skinny Minnie.

  She walked into the place with her black Levi skinny jeans and a grey Levi wife beater. She topped the outfit off with a Pave Bow Wish necklace, bracelet, heart studs & Delight Glitter heel all by Juicy Couture. This bitch was causal but still the shit. You don’t always have to be Gucci, Louie, & Prada to make a statement. Simple bitches lived by labels was Shannon’s view. A real bitch can make herself look good if she shopped at the Goodwill. That’s what real bitches did. Work with what they had instead of buying shit that they couldn’t afford.

  Zane was already at the table he reserved for them. He felt like he was on a blind that Dallas set up for him without his permission with an ugly bitch that he told him that he wasn’t feeling. He knew that wasn’t the case, he just didn’t want to be bothered with this bitch because her swag was a million and it was driving him crazy. No matter how hard he tried to stop thinking about this bitch he couldn’t.

  “Hey my dude!” Shannon let him know that she was there.

  “Ugh, what’s up?” He lifted his head hating to look at her, she was stunning.

  “What’s the matter with you boy? If you tired you could have met me in the morning.” Shannon said as she began to pull her seat out to sit down. He watched her body movement like it was singing his favorite love song. He hated the way this woman controlled his mind without even trying very hard.

  “I am good boo, I’m just…” He didn’t know what to say, she had him speechless.

  “Well anyway you look good tonight.” Shannon smiled at him as if she had known him all her life. She was right though, Zane was already fine and that night he sported a light gray perforated suede racer jacket, sleek black MK shirt, Astor distressed jeans, and white oversized PU chronograph watch all from Michael Kors but the sneakers were Roberto Cavalli. The boy had it going and was most definitely getting money.

  Shannon was hungry “What we eating?” She looked at the menu then at him, “I know this ain’t a date but you paying right?” She looked over the menu at him.

  He looked at her and shook his head laughing “Yeah I got us.” He said before he knew it. Her experiences taught her that men were afraid of words like us and we because it meant oneness. “I mean I got you.” He corrected himself quickly.

  Shannon looked at him weird “Boy you strange!” She went on with her order. She had the shrimp and sirloin succulent white shrimp paired nicely with teriyaki-marinated sirloin with vegetable medley and a white wine spritzer. Zane had the Pacific Rim-all-natural breast of chicken, teriyaki-marinated sirloin, succulent white shrimp, citrus-infused pork tenderloin, breast of duck and chicken and vegetable pot stickers and red wine.

  They were making small talk while they ate their food when Zane asked “Why ya’ll need money so fast again?” He wondered what kind of women his crew was dealing with.

  “Dang you nosey boy.” Shannon joked

  “I am curious and I ain’t no boy girl!” He checked her and she looked at him seriously for the first time. He saw it and liked it. It made him feel as if he had the upper hand now.

  “Well if you must know one bitch in our crew fucked most of her money up on stupid shit so we back in the field ready to play this game.” She told him thinking about how she would have loved to chill for a minute.

  “That’s some bullshit! We going have to have Dallas talk to her about his plan for this crew.” He was pissed because he hated stupid bitches.

  “What plan?” Shannon wasn’t aware that there was any plan.

  “Don’t worry boo, it’s all for your good, trust me.” He touched her hand.

  “I can’t do that, I have to wait to see what Dallas say before I trust anything.” She was too serious.

  “Damn you out to dinner with me but you still don’t trust me.” He was kind of hurt cause even though he didn’t love these hoes he would never hurt one of them.

  Shannon saw the hurt on him, “Oh no baby it’s not just you. I don’t trust men period! I had my heart broken too many times.” She told him honestly.

  He looked at her and saw the hurt in her eyes. There was something inside of him yelling save her, and then the other part said fuck her. Hell my own mother or sisters never saved me! He couldn’t think of one bitch in his life that actually loved him. He could remember bitches that said they loved him but once a nigga with more money came along them hoes love level dropped to zero. So no, he wasn’t gonna save this woman.

  “Aye you quiet, let’s get down to business.” Shannon was full and missing her baby daughter.

  “My bad babe, it’s this lame ass nigga name Cash in South Carolina. He’s a bitch but he holding for real. The nigga brings in a half million every week.” He informed her.

  “So why haven’t ya’ll moved on him?” She wanted to know.

  “He’s bitch happy, won’t let no outside niggas in his crew. That’s why D started looking for a female crew to add to our family, and baby here you are.” He smiled at her.

  She was so glad to be a part of the crew that she just smiled at him. Her smile caused him to look away. “So when do we move?” she asked.

  “Well you, Jay, and me; we move tomorrow evening.” He schooled her.

  “What, why?” She wasn’t ready to leave her baby.

  “Cause we know all we need to know about him. We just need Jay to move in on him. He likes fluffy women and she’s just what the doctor ordered. D asked her who she wanted with her and she named you. The other two will show up when it’s time to move with the rest of the crew.

  Shannon slammed her body back in her chair, “Let’s do it.” He could tell she was mad about something, but he knew it wasn’t money just looking at how she was decked out that night.

  “What’s the matter boo?” He hated the words as they left his mouth because you could hear that he cared by his tone.

  “It’s nothing, just wanted to spend more time with my baby girl but I will make it back to her.” She was talking more to herself than him as she got out of her seat preparing to go.

  “Aww you got a baby, how old is she mama?” He loved kids but didn’t have any cause he wanted to be a part of the child’s everyday life and he never loved no woman to stay around that long.

  “She’s two years old.” She told him heading for the door.

  He found himself following her after throwing a hundred dollar tip on the table. “Why you do this love? Why do you risk your life and you got a beautiful baby gir
l that needs you?” He wanted to understand her.

  “No nine to five will prevent us from starving.” She said as she got in her car and drove away.

  He watched her with amazement in his eyes. He had fallen in love at that very moment and there was nothing that he could do to stop it. He just had to figure out a way to handle it.

  ***

  Shannon rode home thinking about that gorgeous man. I bet he a player, got hella women and think he all that! Then again he was acting like he was a really caring and sweet person. Why do I care anyway? He’s not my man and it’s not like he tried to hit on me, he just asked about my baby. Or he could have done that just to see if he could hit. Whatever, I am not about to trip off this man anyway, I told myself that I was gonna just play it cool and be single.

  When Shannon got home her baby and roommate were asleep. She tip-toed into her baby’s room and kissed her.

  “I’m leaving to go out of town in the morning. I promise I am coming back to you. I love you Jailah.”

  “I love you too mommy.” She was still asleep when she said it. Shannon wanted to cry, but this was not the time. She would cry when she made it back.

  She took a bath and headed to bed. She had to put her game face on.

  Zane snatched the phone off the hook wondering who was calling his house phone. “What?” He yelled, still sleeping.

  “You should be getting ready to head to the airport; you know your flight leaves before the girls. I want you to already have things in order when they get there.” D reminded him.

  “Good looking out man, I’m getting my ass up now.” He began to move that hard body around. The fine muthafucka even had on Michael Kors boxer briefs.