TRI-SEXUAL (21 page)

All the men got the opportunity to stick their dick in a mouth, or a wet pussy. As the Night came to a close the guys tipped the girls 1,000 dollars each in cash. Lauren was always scoping out the money transfers. She was always trying to clock how much I was profiting and dishing them. The guys told me how much of a good time they had as they walked out. “That was a party” they said. “We aim to please” I added.

Once the guys left Quita and Lauren were the first to hit the door. They were rushing to get on the road. They told us all goodbye and disappeared in the blink of an eye. They left Dana, Jenn, and Juanita to clean up the mess. The three of them were mad, but they were already aware about the plans. They knew they were leaving as soon as things were over. I went into Tron’s office. To leave the money with him was my intentions. He spoke of us going to his house and I agreed. “I have to stop by my place first” I said. “Ok I’m ready” he said as we left the club together.

I hopped into my car tossing the Prada bag with 20,000 dollars cash inside of it to the passenger side. Tron hopped into his black on black Vanquish and followed closely behind me. Police lights started to flash in my rearview mirror. They had pulled him over. I didn’t want to pull over with him and risk them searching my car and finding the twenty stacks. I pulled into a gas station up the street. I gave him a call to see what was going on. Tron told me everything was fine and he’ll catch up with me. I said ok and drove off.

I pulled up to my crib and walked up to my door with a funny feeling. It caused me to hesitate briefly before unlocking the door. Once my key turned in the door the bag was snatched from my hand and I was yanked inside. I felt blows coming from all angles. There was no talking going on or maybe I just couldn’t hear it from all the ringing going on in my ears. The smell of blood filled my nose. With blood in my eyes I couldn’t see a thing.

One of the hoes stood on my chest with her stiletto heels driving it into my chest over and over again. They viciously beat me forcefully kicking me in the ribs and face. One of the girls sat on my chest, grabbed my head, and started banging it against the floor. I heard a man’s voice saying “That’s enough we got the shit now let’s get the fuck out of here.” She snatched off my chain and earrings before they rushed out of the door. They left my shit wide open.

Tron called to let me know he was on his way, but received no answer. He called five times and was unsuccessful at reaching me. He rushed over to find me lying in my doorway, unconscious in a pool of my blood. He hurried and called for an ambulance. He then picked me up from the floor and put me on the couch. Tron lifted my head calling my name. “Wake up baby, I’m here” he said. While waiting on the paramedics he noticed the place was ransacked and grew more and more furious.

Tron then grabbed a towel from the closet and wet it with luke warm water. He gently wiped the blood from my face. I grabbed his hand and struggled to open my eyes. He was filled with excitement that I had regained consciousness. “It’s me baby, save your strength” he said. The paramedics had finally arrived. He held my hand and assured me that he would be following behind the ambulance and be right by my bedside.

While driving behind the ambulance on the way to the hospital he felt guilt, rage, fury, and hurt. He felt like he was supposed to be there to protect me or prevent this from happening to me. Tron hated to see me in so much pain brutally beaten with blood pouring and covering my face. Inside of the emergency room they wouldn’t let him follow me to the back. “We’ll let you know her status as soon as we can” one of the employees said to him.

He sat outside with my phone he picked up from my pool of blood. He was hoping and praying that I was going to be ok. He thought to himself how he was going to torture whoever was responsible for this vicious assault. He couldn’t think clearly. He paced back and forth waiting to get a word from a nurse or doctor. By the time they came out it was already daylight outside and he was passed out in the waiting area. “Sir” the nurse said.

He jumped up to an alert state with concern heavy on his mind. “She suffered some critical battering” the nurse started to explain. “She has two broken ribs. Her jaw is broken in three places and is wired shut. It’s going to take six weeks for her to heal” she continued. “She’ll have to eat everything through a straw, but you may see her now” said the nurse.

He walked into the room and felt as if his heart had shattered. Tron walked over to my bed to find me asleep. He was trying to remain strong for me, so he held back his tears. He placed his lips on my forehead giving me an enduring kiss. “Hey baby everything is going to be just fine. I’m going to be right here by your side every step of the way” he assured me. He asked me if I wanted him to call my girls to have them to visit me. I shook my head no. I didn’t want anyone to see me in that condition.

Tron called them to let them know the situation and that I didn’t want any phone calls or visitors. Jenn received the news from Tron and was devastated. She didn’t care about the money all she cared about was my wellbeing. She passed on the information to Juanita and Dana they felt just as bad. They sent me a big bouquet of flowers, balloons, a get well card, and a fluffy teddy bear to wish me the best. I knew my girls had my back. Jenn tried calling Lauren and Quita in Atlanta to give them the news, but they were too busy partying and living it up all week to answer their phones.

After being released from the hospital, Tron took me over to his house to care for me. He appointed one of his trustees to hold down the fort in his absence. He wanted to fully devote himself to me until I recovered 100 percent. I still hadn’t spoken to the girls since the incident. I just wanted to be left alone so I could think clearly. I needed to come up with a full proof plan to take those motherfuckers out whoever they were. I knew Tron was going to want to get involved, but I planned on torturing whoever did this to me personally.

Tron was nothing short of the perfect gentlemen. He had always been to me. He handled me with such care like I was a delicate flower. He bathed me, clothed me, and fed me like I was permanently paralyzed. I guess it was just his way of making things right. It was a sense of comfort for me so I allowed him to do as he pleased. Even in my most vulnerable state he never disrespected or tried to take advantage of me. We cuddled together throughout the night. He really loved me unconditionally.

Although I didn’t share the same feelings I did realize how good of a man he was. He had dedicated himself to me. He put everything in his life on hold just to nourish me back to health. That was when I started seeing him for what he was worth. He was so gentle and patient with me. He assured me that I was truly his queen. He always had my best interest in mind and at heart. I couldn’t help falling for him.

A week later Lauren and Quita returned home from Atlanta with bags on top of bags full of shit. Jenn, Dana, and Juanita were all sitting in the living room. “Why are you bitches sitting up in here sulking and shit who died?” Lauren asked. Dana replied “Why didn’t you hoes check your voicemail or at least call?” Quita replied “We were taking care of business is there a problem? If y’all had some then maybe y’all could stay the fuck out of ours.”

“Yeah it’s a fucking problem” Dana replied. “L got mobbed Saturday morning after the party. She got her jaw broken and wired shut, ribs broken, her jewelry and the money all taken while you hoes were in Atlanta partying” said Dana. “So does that means we’re not going to get paid?” Lauren asked. “I’m sure she’s got money stashed away I need to get paid” said Lauren. Dana launched at her ready to break her neck Jenn grabbed her holding her back.

“That’s all you hoes are worried about?” Dana asked. “Well is she ok?” Lauren asked with an attitude. “She’s fine. She doesn’t want any visitors or phone calls, but it would’ve been nice of you to send your sympathy” said Jenn. “How long before we get to see her?” asked Quita. “About six weeks” said Juanita. Lauren interrupted “So we’re not working for six weeks is that what you’re telling me?”

Dana tried attacking her for a second time, but Jenn continued to restrain her. “Is that all you’re worried about you selfish ass bitch?” Dana said infuriated. “Look I care about her too, but we still got to eat” said Lauren. Quita shook her head agreeing with her as they walked into their rooms with all of their bags. Jenn said “Don’t let them get to you Dana they’re never going to change. They’re always going to be all for themselves.”

Six weeks later Tron still hadn’t heard anything from the streets about who was responsible, but that wasn’t going to stop him from getting to the bottom of it. He knew it wouldn’t be long before they left a trail that would start to unravel all the clues to the mystery. Tron and I went by my house for the first time since everything that had transpired to see if anything came up. After cleaning up there was still no trace of evidence. He asked me if there was anyone I was even a little bit suspicious about. There were so many bitches that envied me I couldn’t even begin to name or compile a list.

I started to think back to the incident I had with that fake ass pimp in Paradise, the one who choked me up several months ago. “I’m going to look into that nigga” Tron said. I then called up my girls to tell all of them to be at the house waiting for me. Tron called up Rick and Steve reminding them of the incident that happened with me and the pimp. “Have you seen him on this side of town lately?” he asked.

We know exactly where he hangs out. He goes by the name Mr. C they informed him. “Good go scoop him up and call me when it’s done” Tron demanded. I arrived at the house and all the girls were there. Jenn, Dana, and Juanita was inside of the living room waiting. Lauren and Quita always had to be the most difficult. Dana, Jenn, and Juanita all rushed to give me big hugs and kisses being that it was their first time seeing me since the entire ordeal.

Even after hearing all of the commotion, Quita and Lauren still remained in their rooms. I decided to go get them. I walked into Quita’s room first. They weren’t there, but I did notice the upgrade her room had undergone. I then walked over to Lauren’s room to find them both there. They were in the bed I’m sure plotting on a scheme of some kind. I scanned the room and they had a lot of shopping bags scattered across the floor. “Come out to the living room. I need to speak to everyone together” I said.

They came out and gathered on the couch. “I know it’s been a while since I put some money in your pockets, but don’t worry as soon as I get things figured out I’ll have you back working in full effect” I insisted. “I just need you to bare with me. Does anyone have anything to say?” I asked. Of course Lauren had to open her big ass mouth. “So how long do you think that will be? I need to make some money” she said. “Judging by all the shopping bags all around your rooms it doesn’t look to me like you should be in any rush” I said. Lauren folded her arms across her chest. “Well that’s because I’ve been getting my hustle on outside of this circle, something has to keep my pockets full” she said.

She stormed out of the room and Quita followed behind her. The other girls let me know they had no problem what so ever with holding me down. Jenn expressed to me how they were fed up with the attitudes Lauren and Quita had been displaying or the way they were disrespecting the house. I let them know I would look into it. Then I walked into Lauren's room and asked them what their problem was. I wasn’t about to waste any time. “First of all you’re not gone disrespect me in my shit. If it wasn’t for me you would’ve never known how it felt to live like this” I said.

“What you need to do is tone down those attitudes suck it up and show some gratitude or get the fuck out of my shit” I continued. “You got a little money and started smelling yourselves. Remember I brought you into this game I can take your asses back out” I said. I meant business. I didn’t have time for all the negative energy they were bringing around all the other girls. “Either shape up or ship the fuck out and this is your final warning” I said. I had to let them hoes know who was boss.

As I was setting their asses straight, something kept shining in the corner of my eye telling me to look. I finally turned to look in that direction and focused in to see what it was. I noticed there was an earring on her dresser which looked a lot like the earrings Tron had bought me. As a matter of fact it was my damn earring. I didn’t want them to catch me staring at it so I turned my head real fast. I wore the earrings the night I was robbed now it was all starting to make sense.

They still had a nonchalant attitude, but they knew where I was coming from. I wrapped up the conversation and walked away. I told the other girls I was leaving and dismissed myself from the house. I felt betrayed to the highest level. I was sick to my stomach. I just couldn’t believe those bitches would do this to me after all I did for them. I analyzed the situation and I had noticed they were displaying some bizarre behavior. Damn I started regretting the fact that I didn’t follow my first mind about the two of them. Quita asked Lauren “Do you think she saw the earring?” Lauren said to Quita “No, but thought to herself damn bitch we slipping.”

Lauren had gone inside of my purse one night while I was at their house chilling, laughing, and drinking and took my keys. She had managed to leave the house get a copy made, returned back to the house, and put my keys back like nothing ever happened. I didn’t know how to feel. All I knew was that these hoes had a death sentence. Rick and Steve ran up on Mr. C on his block where he was with a few of his bitches. They were in an all-black non-registered van with tinted windows.