Money & Love Don't Mix (14 page)

Chapter 16

About thirty minutes away from touching all the way down in Richmond, Virginia, Summer gave Solo a call to see where he wanted her to meet up with him at to make the transaction which was downtown at the Marriott hotel on 500 E. Broad street suite 211.  So twenty minutes later when she arrived at the hotel, she parked, grabbed her overnight travel bag and made her way inside.  Once inside she checked into a suite of her own, got herself situated, then made her way to Solo’s room where she gave a quiet knock on the door.

              Moments later he answered, “Come on in, Summer.” She stepped inside, he closed the door and said, “Yo, lemme see dis A-1 shit Miranda been beating my ears up talkin’ bout.”

              She then put the duffel bag on the bed and began unloading it.

              “Here dey go…  Check em out.” Solo picked one up.

              “Smells like A-1 but you never can tell these days,” he uttered as he grabbed a knife off the nightstand by the bed slammed it down into the brick, pulled out and quickly licked it.”Mmm, yeah I can feel my mouf getting’ kinda numb.” He stuck the knife in a second time and sniffed two quick lines one after the other. “Yeah, this shit a’ight right here…Dis betta than da’ shit I been getting’, Damn!  Yo, come count da’ money and tell Miranda I’ll buy ten a week If she keeps dis same shit!”

              “Okay, I’ll let her know,” Summer on as she continued counting the cast and an hour later she glanced at Solo and said, “Two hundred thousand right?”

              “Yup.”

              “Good!  It’s all here, I thought I’d never get done counting dis shit,” she uttered as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. “Now I gotta find me a drink, is any sports bar or package stores nearby?”

              “Naw, not downtown, but it it’s a few sports bars about twenty minutes from here.  But shit, why you don’t just get some from da’ bar downstairs?”

              “Oh yeah that’s not a bad idea,” Summer stated as she grabbed the loaded duffel bag and left the room.

              Once she made it back to her room, she put the bag in the closet on the top shelf them headed back downstairs to the bar to get a drink.  While standing at the bar she gave Miranda a call to let her know that all five bricks had been sold and should be heading back to Atlanta first thing in the morning.  But while on the phone she kept making eye contact with a guy at the other end of the bar who gets up and makes his way over.

              “Hey, how you doing beautiful?” he said as he looked her jet black voluptuous body up and down.  Summer was athletically built with a body like Serena Williams only difference was Summer’s butt was a lot juicier.

              “I’m good, how bout you?” she replied as she grabbed her shot of Patron the bartender had just placed in front of her and downed it.

              “I’m D’Wayne.” He uttered extending his arm to shake her hand and she gladly shook it.

              “Ohh,  you have a nice physique, ” as she studied his slim but well-fit upper body structure from his white fitted v-neck tee with two gold Cuban link chains, an off-white pair of True Religion jeans and a pair of wheat Tim’s.  They continued talking for a while and he kept shots of tequila nonstop until Summer blurted, “I’ll be back, I gotta go to the ladies' room!”

              The moment she left D’Wayne looked around the bar before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small powdery like substance and dropped inside her shot glass thinking,
I’ma fuck da’ shit out dat bitch when da’ Molly kick in.

             
When she returned, she sat back down then downed the shot of Patron D’Wayne had waiting for.

              “Yo, I think you need to slow down for you end up getting’ drunk ma.”

              “Boy stop!  I’m good!”

              “A’ight!  Well it’s gettin’ kinda late and I gotta get up early, so can I get ya’ number?”

              “Sure!” said Summer as she stood up and damn near fell.

              “See, I told you, now look at you damn near busted ya’ ass.  Come here lemme help you to ya’ room.”

              He paid the bartender and put his arm around her and they headed towards the elevator.  Ten minutes later when they made it upstairs to her room and she got the room key out to open the door, D’Wayne started kissing her on the neck and continued when the door came open as he came on in behind her and pushed it close.  He led her straight to the bed where she didn’t hesitate to unbutton her skin tight Dolce & Gabbana’s and ease them down followed by her burgundy Victoria Secret boy shorts.  D’Wayne quickly took off his v-neck and wife beater before unbuckling his Fendi belt and unbuttoning his pants as he smacked her on the ass then grabbed her cheeks with both hands as he started to caress it.

              “You can’t handle all dis’ ass can you?!” she softly uttered looking back at him with a seductive look as he licked two of his left fingers and began playing with her neatly shaved pussy, while taking his right hand and reaching into his pocket to pull out a magnum.  Once he put it on he continued to finger her from the back causing her to climax as all over his hand, whispering, “Come get dis pussy!”

              Then let out a deep moan as he eased her down on her stomach to pull his pants down.  Once down she reached back, grabbed his dick and guided it into her dripping wet pussy after sticking her ass straight in the air in the doggy style position.  He continued penetrating listening to her let out deep moans from every stroke before turning her around and picking her up  and bracing her against the wall and continued pounding.

              “HARDER!  Gimme all of it!” she whispered scratching his back as he began to go harder and deeper.

              “Like dis?” he asked, but she never responded as he continue pounding her with every bit of his nine inches.  Her phat juicy round ass shook every time he drilled her from the impact.  The more her ass shook the harder he penetrated causing her to feel every inch.  One she came the second time he put her down then she instantly dropped to her knees.

              “Let me taste it.” He walked up to her stroking himself repeatedly as he gazed down at her pretty face and luscious lips until he ejaculated all over her face, hair and lips giving her every drop.

              Once they were done he went to use the bathroom, however moments later when he returned she was already sound asleep.  He figured the combination of the non-stop shots of Patron followed by the Molly he eased in on her, along with he pound gave had finally kicked in.  Therefore he put his briefs back on followed by his True Religions and Tim’s, then reached over and grab his v-neck which was beside the snoring Summer.  He shook his head with a smirk thinking,
Dis country ass bitch dunn fell asleep, lemme see wat da’ fuck she got in dis motherfucker fo’ I dip.

              He grabbed her purse off the table and searched it but didn’t find shit but a small .22 Smith and Wesson handgun. The put it in his pocket looking at her thinking,
You broke ass bitch!
He made his way towards the door to leave the room, but just as he grabbed the door knob southern told him to check the closet.  At that point he opened the closet door, looked up and spotted a black duffel bag.  He immediately grabbed it, sat it on the floor and unzipped it.

             
Bingo!
He thought to himself after seeing he had a duffel bag full of money.  The glanced back at Summer as he closed the bag back.
Damn, I hit da’ jackpot dis time, I hate I had to get yo’ fine ass but I gotta get mines,
then he left the room. As he made his way down the hall towards the elevator, he thought back on everything that happened that night from when they first met up, up until he dropped the Molly in her drink.  He felt like a piece of shit for second as he stepped onto the elevator but pushed the thought to the side thinking,
Fuck dat country ass bitch, she shoulda been on point!

             
He guarded the duffel bag of cash he just struck for with his life while the elevator door started closing.

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              Trouble called Rude Boy and let him know that everything would be sold by tomorrow at the earliest and he’d have his money sooner than he thought.

              “What!?  Everything’ll be sold by tomorrow! Yo that’s what’ up man, I see you moved that shit a lil’ faster than I thought you would man. I like dat!! Look I tell you wat, how bout we hit Magic City tonight and get a few drinks and dances from de’ ladies while we discuss business?”

              “A’ight that’s what’s up big homie, wat time you talkin’ bout heading down there?”

              “I’ll come scoop yu up round ten.”

              “A’ight, bet!” Trouble replied then they both hung up.

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              When Smoke and Dre made it back to Smoke’s crib around four the morning, Smoke grabbed the door knob and was about to stick his key in to unlock the door but the door came open.  They took a quick glance at one another before they both took off up the stairs to Smoke’s bedroom closet where Smoke had stashed the duffel bag before they went to the club.  But once they made it there and noticed the closet door wide open and the rest of the room had been ransacked, they already knew what had happened.  However, Smoke still went in the closet, cut on the lights and looked around a second hoping that whoever kicked his door in didn't find it.  Only a few seconds later he turned back around and sadly uttered to Dre.

              “It’s gone.” Then dropped to his knees shaking shaking his head. “Yo, how da’ fuck we gone tell Trouble my door got kicked in, he ain’t gonna wanna hear dat shit!”

              “I don’t know my nigga, but we gotta tell em’ some.”

              “I know,” Smoke uttered as he stood back up and cut off the closet light and closed the door. “But we gotta come up wit sumthin cause we already told em’ we was gone have erry’thang old by tomorrow.” He fired up a New port and began to pace the floor for a moment. However five minutes later he put out what was left of his Newport tellin’ Dre, “Yo, I can’t believe a muhfucka tried us like dat…I’m boutta lay down, I’ll get up wit you in da’ morning my nigga.”

              “A’ight, I’ll be downstairs on the couch.”

              “A’ight.”

Chapter 17

              Summer instantly woke up the next morning the moment the hotel room phone started to

ring.

              “Hello?” she answered stretching and wiping the saliva from her mouth.

              “Oh, sorry to wake you ma’am, but check-out is in fifteen minutes.”

              “Huh?”she replied still hungover from last night not knowing what the receptionist was

talking abut until she rolled over and looked at the clock on the nightstand that read 10:48 am.

              “Oh okay ma’am, I’m sorry, I had a long night, thanks for reminding me, I prolly woulda overslept. Soon as I get myself together I’ll be down to check out.”

              “Okay, no problem,” the receptionist replied and they both hung up. Once off the phone Summer got out of bed and stretched,
Damn, I gotta hangover!
She thought to herself as she went to the bathroom. “D’Wayne!” she hollered as she knocked on the bathroom door, “D’Wayne, you there?”

              Then she opened the door once she never got a response, then it hit her as she rushed out of the bathroom and over to the closet where she had the duffel bag and began to cry after realizing she’d never see D’Wayne nor the duffel bags of money again as she dropped to her knees crying,
Damn! How am I gonna explain to Miranda dat I let a nigga get me?!”

             
For the next fifteen minutes she cried wondering how she was gonna break the news to her best friend. Then her phone rang snapping her out of the trance as she hopped up and walked over to the nightstand and grabbed her phone. When she noticed it was Miranda calling she just stood there and starred at the screen until it stopped, but only to start ringing again seconds later.

             
What should I do
, she questioned herself as the phone continued ringing and she continuing to contemplate.
Fuck it, I might at well tell her now and get dis shit ova wit.
She thought as she answered.

              “Hello?”

              “Girrrrl, you sound like you still in the bed.”

              “Naw I’m up…I been up, I’m getting’ ready to get on da’ road and make my way back to Atlanta this—”

              “Good! Cause Trouble been in here worrying me all morning, talkin’ bout call yo’ girl and make sho’ erry’thang okay with her. But since you on ya’ way back I  can lay my ass back down and get me some sleep.”

              “Miranda?!” she interrupted.

              “Yeah?” she interrupted.

              “Is Trouble around you, or you by yourself?”

              “Naw he downstairs and I’m in the room by myself, why?”

              “Cause…Cause—” she began to cry again.

              “Cause what?” Miranda yelled.

              “Cause last night after I checked into the Marriott and met up wit Solo to take care of the business I took the money back to the room, put in the closet and headed downstairs to the bar and got my a drink. And—and while sitting there I called you and told you erry’thang was all good but then…then—”

              “Then what?” Miranda yelled.

              “Then this guy came over and introduced his self to me named D’Wayne. I thought he was a nice guy, he kept buying me one shot after another until I was sloppy drunk and couldn’t walk. That’s when he walked me to my room and gave me a hug goodnight. And…and as soon as he gave me the hug he started kissing on me and it got me hot, wet and horny all at da’ same time—”

              “You sure he didn’t slip nuthin’ in ya drink when you weren’t lookin’?”

              “I don’t know Miranda, I don’t know. But I never felt the way I felt last night ever befo’.”

              “So what else happened, finish tellin’ me.”

              “Well once we made it inside da’ room we got straight to it…and, and when I woke up dis morning he was gone and da’ duffel bag I had in da’ closet was gone too.”

              Miranda was speechless for a minute trying to figure out how she was gonna break the news to Trouble that the one chick who she had her faith and trust in to get the business handled for him had let some guy finesse her out of over two hundred thousand dollars.

              “Hello? Hello? Miranda, you still there?!”

              “Yeah, I’m here, I’m just in shock right now and don’t know hw to take it that you let a muhfucka you don’t know get that close to you and you was suppose to be handling business and business only!”

              “I know I fucked up,” she cried, “But please don’t be mad wit me.’

              “I’m not, shit happens. I’m just trying to figure out how I’m gonna break da’ news to Trouble,” she replied and out the blue the door bell rung. “hole on somebody at da’ door.” Then he made her way out the bedroom and towards the steps.

              “I’ll get it, it’s prolly fo’ me anyways baby!” Trouble yelled as he made his way to the door. She stood at the top of the steps looking down as he peeped through the peephole, then opened the door.

              “What’s good, m nigga, you really to ride out?” he asked as he gave Rude Boy some dap and a huge before turning around, looking up the stairs at Miranda.

              “Baby me and Rude Boy boutta go have a few drinks and talk business I’ll be back in a few hours.”

              “Okay!” she responded feeling a little relieved that he was leaving so she could build up the nerve to break the news to him.

              “Girl where yo at now, still at the Marriott?”

              “Yeah, I’m bout to head downstairs and check out soon as we get off da’ phone though.”

              “Well I’ll see you when you get back to Atlanta then.”

              “Okay…You still mad wit me?”

              “Girl bye! I’ll see you when you get back. Right now I gotta figure out how I’mma break da’ news to Trouble, cause when he finds out all hell gone break loose!” Then they both hung up.

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              Trouble and Rude Boy were sitting in their V.I.P. section in Magic City, both getting dances from two chicks. Trouble sipped on his coconut Ciroc and pineapple drink he had made, while Rude Boy drunk rum and Red Bull puffing a blunt of kush.

              “Yo’ mon, didn’t I tell yu I was gone put yu on when we was roommates. Remember dat shit?”

              “Hell yeah, I remember.”

              “Yo mon! Keep it real you thought I was just lying like everybody else didn’t you?”

              “Well, well I—”

              “Aye mon,” he uttered as he coughed from hitting his blunt, “My dude it’s all good if you felt dat way,” he said laughing.

              “I’m use to people not believing shit I tell em’ when I tell em’ bout de extravagant lifestyle I once lived, but you know dat was de past. I was on top of de world then, but since I got out I’ve taken a few losses here and there. People dat once worked fo’ me ended up going to jail. Some of dem fucked up da’ shit I left em’ to come up wit while I was gone. Then I got robbed three times back to back, plus two of my closest friends who I knew all my life ain’t nowhere to be found wit a huge portion of my shit, and money.” He paused a second to pay the dancers, and once they left their section Trouble said.

              “So where you headed wit all dis my nigga?”

              Rude Boy hit his rum, then hit it once more, “Now, I’ll tell you where I’m going, Listen!” he uttered  as he moved closer to Trouble so he could hear him over the loud music, “Right now I can’t afford to take no losses you’ hear me?”

              “Aye I hear you my nigga, but where all dis shit coming from? I told you I’ma have ya’ money sooner than I thought. First thang in da’ morning mo’ than likely,” he replied before picking up his bottle of Ciroc taking a sip, “Shit, I’m ready fo’ ten mo!”

              “Yo my dude I ain’t trippin’ on you, I know you said you gonna have my money faster than you thought, but, but—” he paused as soon as he noticed Trouble reaching for his phone, glance at the screen.

              “Hold ya’ thought, dis my girl callin,” then he stuck his finger in his ear to block out the loud music and answered. “What’s up baby, you a’ight?”

              “Yeah, I’m good, but why da’ damn music so loud I can barely hear you.”

              “I told you we was boutta go get some drinks, but hold on lemme go to da’ bathroom so I can hear you.” He downed what was left in his bottle and said, “I’ll be right back lemme go to da’ bathroom so I can hear what she gotta say.”

              “Okay, mon, take ya’ time.”

              Then Trouble left the section headed towards the back of the club and entered the men’ room, “You still there?” he asked the second he stepped into the men’s room.

              “Yeah I’m here, are you sitting down?”

              “Naw I’m in da’ bathroom why?”

              “Cause you might wanna sit befo’ you hear wat I gotta tell you!”

              “What…You pregnant?”

              “Nooo!” she took a deep breath and said, “Baby, I hate to even say it, but Summer got robbed while she was up in Virginia.”

              He snapped instantly shouting into the phone, “Fuck you mean she got robbed!? Naw! Hell naw, I ain’t goin’ fo’ dat shit. How da’ fuck I’m ‘pose to tell Rude Boy I ain’t gone have his money after I dunn told him erry’thang good. Tell dat bitch she betta have dat money or she might as well not even come back to Atlanta!” Then hung up and left the bathroom.

              When he made it back to their section Rude Boy said, “My dude everything good?”

              “Naw…naw,” he uttered slowly shaking his head trying to figure out how he was gonna let Rude Boy know that the shit he fronted him to sell, he gave to some else and they ended up gettin’ robbed, “But let’s go, Miranda fucked my whole day wit da’ shit she just told me.”

              “What is it mon, what happened!?” said Rude Boy as they made their way out the club. But Trouble never replied, he just continued to shake his head with an evil look of disgust as he got in the passenger seat of Rude Boy’s Audi truck and closed the door. Moments later as Rude Boy emerged onto the expressway he glanced over at Trouble and shouted, “My dude, talk to me! Wat’s goin’ on!?”

              However Trouble never responded, he just continued to stare out the window speechless the rest of the ride.