ego.”
The jewel mule, upset from the fall and even more distracted by Lil-Bro’s grungy-looking appearance, never felt the needle prick the skin on the back of his neck as he was being helped up. Lil-Bro was so swift that he should have been a nurse or a doctor the way he pulled it off. Unique watched and even she missed the sight of the syringe. She had to admit Lil-Bro was smooth.
Instinctively, the courier felt for the satchel that was still safely around his neck. “Yeah, I’m good,” he said, getting back on the bike, trying to get his focus back on his route.
Lil-Bro’s role was vital—when he took that syringe filled with the date-rape drug and injected it straight into the courier’s bloodstream, everything was going as planned. “On the road again,” he said into his Bluetooth to tell his sister and Unique. “Coming your way now, Big Sis.” He let the girls know that it was all about to unfold.
After two more blocks, the double dose of the date-rape drug began to take effect quicker than they thought. Judging by the way the courier was riding he had a low-tolerance for narcotics. He swerved and then almost fell off the bike, which let the trio know that the courier was well ahead of schedule. The messenger seemed to be discombobulated and it was clear that he was going to go down soon. Unique was close by, trailing behind him in her bicycle-drawn carriage. It was time for her to be rid of her chariot and be on foot. She alerted the driver, “Pull over here up ahead.” She paid him and got off. “Game on, girly!” she said to Tyeedah.
Another block away, Tyeedah was also on foot, waiting for the messenger to bend the corner and when he did, people were lined on both sides of the streets in the middle of rush hour.
As soon as the courier hit the ground, Lil-Bro darted in front of a Nissan and caused an accident himself, running smack-dead into a yellow cab and making himself fall to the ground and appear injured. Some people saw him and stopped to look, but most people minded their own business and went about their merry way. Unique looked over her shoulder and couldn’t believe how nobody really was paying attention. “You gotta love this city,” she murmured aloud.
“Girls, you’re on your own,” he said into the Bluetooth, but he kept it moving, not looking back. He’d done his part.
By now, the courier was on the ground, clueless as to what was going on or what happened to him. As soon as he fell to the hard concrete, Unique and Tyeedah went into action.
“Oh my God, somebody call an ambulance!” Unique exclaimed, right after Tyeedah had grabbed the courier’s bag from around his neck and headed to hail down a cab. He was too out of it to even try to put up a fight. In fact, he was sweating and about to pass out.
The minute somebody else stopped, she left the bystanders there to deal with the poor diamondless guy.
She couldn’t believe it was as easy as taking candy from a baby, or in this case, taking carats from a rabbit. Unique smiled; she couldn’t believe how simple it was. She mixed into the crowd and hopped in the cab, and she and Tyeedah fled the scene like bandits.
LET’S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS
An hour later the girls were in a booth, waiting on Fat Tee. Tyeedah had refused to allow Unique to go alone to deal with the jackass. The coffee shop was crowded with patrons trying to boost their already high and unhealthy caffeine levels.
“That’s him.” Unique nodded to Tyeedah. Fat Tee walked in, wearing a wrinkled Willie Esco jean outfit that looked like he had slept in it. The girls didn’t even have the common courtesy to motion to him; they let him look lost as he searched the coffee shop for Unique. Once he laid his eyes on them, he grinned that aluminum smile as soon as he saw Unique. Then he headed over to where they were sitting.
“Damn, girl, that’s what I always loved about you, Unique,” he said, plopping down in the booth seat on Tyeedah’s
The jewel mule, upset from the fall and even more distracted by Lil-Bro’s grungy-looking appearance, never felt the needle prick the skin on the back of his neck as he was being helped up. Lil-Bro was so swift that he should have been a nurse or a doctor the way he pulled it off. Unique watched and even she missed the sight of the syringe. She had to admit Lil-Bro was smooth.
Instinctively, the courier felt for the satchel that was still safely around his neck. “Yeah, I’m good,” he said, getting back on the bike, trying to get his focus back on his route.
Lil-Bro’s role was vital—when he took that syringe filled with the date-rape drug and injected it straight into the courier’s bloodstream, everything was going as planned. “On the road again,” he said into his Bluetooth to tell his sister and Unique. “Coming your way now, Big Sis.” He let the girls know that it was all about to unfold.
After two more blocks, the double dose of the date-rape drug began to take effect quicker than they thought. Judging by the way the courier was riding he had a low-tolerance for narcotics. He swerved and then almost fell off the bike, which let the trio know that the courier was well ahead of schedule. The messenger seemed to be discombobulated and it was clear that he was going to go down soon. Unique was close by, trailing behind him in her bicycle-drawn carriage. It was time for her to be rid of her chariot and be on foot. She alerted the driver, “Pull over here up ahead.” She paid him and got off. “Game on, girly!” she said to Tyeedah.
Another block away, Tyeedah was also on foot, waiting for the messenger to bend the corner and when he did, people were lined on both sides of the streets in the middle of rush hour.
As soon as the courier hit the ground, Lil-Bro darted in front of a Nissan and caused an accident himself, running smack-dead into a yellow cab and making himself fall to the ground and appear injured. Some people saw him and stopped to look, but most people minded their own business and went about their merry way. Unique looked over her shoulder and couldn’t believe how nobody really was paying attention. “You gotta love this city,” she murmured aloud.
“Girls, you’re on your own,” he said into the Bluetooth, but he kept it moving, not looking back. He’d done his part.
By now, the courier was on the ground, clueless as to what was going on or what happened to him. As soon as he fell to the hard concrete, Unique and Tyeedah went into action.
“Oh my God, somebody call an ambulance!” Unique exclaimed, right after Tyeedah had grabbed the courier’s bag from around his neck and headed to hail down a cab. He was too out of it to even try to put up a fight. In fact, he was sweating and about to pass out.
The minute somebody else stopped, she left the bystanders there to deal with the poor diamondless guy.
She couldn’t believe it was as easy as taking candy from a baby, or in this case, taking carats from a rabbit. Unique smiled; she couldn’t believe how simple it was. She mixed into the crowd and hopped in the cab, and she and Tyeedah fled the scene like bandits.
LET’S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS
An hour later the girls were in a booth, waiting on Fat Tee. Tyeedah had refused to allow Unique to go alone to deal with the jackass. The coffee shop was crowded with patrons trying to boost their already high and unhealthy caffeine levels.
“That’s him.” Unique nodded to Tyeedah. Fat Tee walked in, wearing a wrinkled Willie Esco jean outfit that looked like he had slept in it. The girls didn’t even have the common courtesy to motion to him; they let him look lost as he searched the coffee shop for Unique. Once he laid his eyes on them, he grinned that aluminum smile as soon as he saw Unique. Then he headed over to where they were sitting.
“Damn, girl, that’s what I always loved about you, Unique,” he said, plopping down in the booth seat on Tyeedah’s
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