lived in these houses and drove these nice cars were drug users. This is the life she always wanted: big house, nice car, a family, and less drama to deal with. Yet, here, her dream was tainted. She faced the harsh fact that no matter where you live in the world, drugs, crime, and corrupt behavior would follow.
“This is the house right here,” Leesa blurted, bringing J-Rite out of her thoughts. It was a two-story brick house with a yard full of green grass, a white picket fence, a two-car garage, and a long driveway. “So, sis, what you think of the house so far? Nice, right?”
“Yeah, girl. I like it. It’s nice.”
“Well, I’ll know if I’m going to get it in a few weeks. I like it a lot. The real estate agent said I’ll probably get it, so we’ll see. All I need to do is get with this plug and put the deal he offered all the way into motion.”
“Yeah, that sounds like a plan to me.” With Buzzy out of the picture as a supplier, Leesa was right on time with her offer. He’d brought her up to Grand Rapids to change her life and inadvertently, he had. Good luck with jail, boy! See ya and I wouldn’t wanna be ya! J-Rite grinned, thinking about all the money she was promised to be raking in.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Riding around getting high, the two soon-to-be ballers set to take over a new territory pulled into a crowded parking lot.
“So you wanna hit this club with me or what? We might as well celebrate now. Because after we get started, ain’t no slowing down.”
“Yeah, we can roll. I’m game.” J-Rite finished off her tail.
“Now you know they ain’t gon’ let you in with your gun.”
“How you know I got my gun on me?”
Leesa gave her a strange look and laughed. “ Really, girl? You forgot I just ain’t meet your wild ass! You my little sister; I ain’t yours! ”
“Damn, this place is packed.” J-Rite was buzzed looking around at the three-ring circus that was taking place out in public. There were people in the parking lot popping bottles, blowing weed, shooting dice, and just having a good time. Look at this nigga getting his dick sucked on the side of his car. He must be getting money to get it like this ’cause he ugly as hell.
They pulled up in valet and got out. After paying the cover charge and getting searched, the duo entered. The interior of the club looked like an old warehouse. It had a huge waterfall in the middle of the floor, with an oversized oval-shaped bar to the side. People were dancing and having what appeared to be the time of their lives as music blasted through the speakers. The elbow-to-elbow crowd was packed like sardines. With drinks accidentally spilling on several women and the pungent stench of a few musty men, the two of them had just about enough of being average.
“Hey, girl, let’s go find the VIP section. I can’t live like this!” Leesa fanned her face with her hand trying to get some air.
“I think it’s upstairs.” J-Rite pointed to the carpeted staircase that was roped off from the rest of the club.
When they got upstairs, there was a bouncer looking like a gorilla standing guard in front of a rope. Posted and ready to attack, he looked as if he devoured steroids for every meal. “Yeah, that’s a flat fifty for both y’all, and that’s because I think your girl cute,” he said with a deep, sultry tone while smoking J-Rite over head to toe.
The booth they sat in was close to the corner. A girl in a black skirt, white shirt, and black heels walked up to the table pretending she was happy to be doing her job. “Hello, I’m your waitress for the evening. Can I help you ladies?”
“Yeah, can I get a double shot of Cuervo and a Corona with lemon?” Leesa asked matter-of-factly.
“And how about you, miss?”
“I’ll have a double shot of Rémy and a MGD, that’s all,” J-Rite yelled over the loud-playing music.
The waitress disappeared into the semidarkness getting their drinks. After a few minutes, she returned delivering
“This is the house right here,” Leesa blurted, bringing J-Rite out of her thoughts. It was a two-story brick house with a yard full of green grass, a white picket fence, a two-car garage, and a long driveway. “So, sis, what you think of the house so far? Nice, right?”
“Yeah, girl. I like it. It’s nice.”
“Well, I’ll know if I’m going to get it in a few weeks. I like it a lot. The real estate agent said I’ll probably get it, so we’ll see. All I need to do is get with this plug and put the deal he offered all the way into motion.”
“Yeah, that sounds like a plan to me.” With Buzzy out of the picture as a supplier, Leesa was right on time with her offer. He’d brought her up to Grand Rapids to change her life and inadvertently, he had. Good luck with jail, boy! See ya and I wouldn’t wanna be ya! J-Rite grinned, thinking about all the money she was promised to be raking in.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Riding around getting high, the two soon-to-be ballers set to take over a new territory pulled into a crowded parking lot.
“So you wanna hit this club with me or what? We might as well celebrate now. Because after we get started, ain’t no slowing down.”
“Yeah, we can roll. I’m game.” J-Rite finished off her tail.
“Now you know they ain’t gon’ let you in with your gun.”
“How you know I got my gun on me?”
Leesa gave her a strange look and laughed. “ Really, girl? You forgot I just ain’t meet your wild ass! You my little sister; I ain’t yours! ”
“Damn, this place is packed.” J-Rite was buzzed looking around at the three-ring circus that was taking place out in public. There were people in the parking lot popping bottles, blowing weed, shooting dice, and just having a good time. Look at this nigga getting his dick sucked on the side of his car. He must be getting money to get it like this ’cause he ugly as hell.
They pulled up in valet and got out. After paying the cover charge and getting searched, the duo entered. The interior of the club looked like an old warehouse. It had a huge waterfall in the middle of the floor, with an oversized oval-shaped bar to the side. People were dancing and having what appeared to be the time of their lives as music blasted through the speakers. The elbow-to-elbow crowd was packed like sardines. With drinks accidentally spilling on several women and the pungent stench of a few musty men, the two of them had just about enough of being average.
“Hey, girl, let’s go find the VIP section. I can’t live like this!” Leesa fanned her face with her hand trying to get some air.
“I think it’s upstairs.” J-Rite pointed to the carpeted staircase that was roped off from the rest of the club.
When they got upstairs, there was a bouncer looking like a gorilla standing guard in front of a rope. Posted and ready to attack, he looked as if he devoured steroids for every meal. “Yeah, that’s a flat fifty for both y’all, and that’s because I think your girl cute,” he said with a deep, sultry tone while smoking J-Rite over head to toe.
The booth they sat in was close to the corner. A girl in a black skirt, white shirt, and black heels walked up to the table pretending she was happy to be doing her job. “Hello, I’m your waitress for the evening. Can I help you ladies?”
“Yeah, can I get a double shot of Cuervo and a Corona with lemon?” Leesa asked matter-of-factly.
“And how about you, miss?”
“I’ll have a double shot of Rémy and a MGD, that’s all,” J-Rite yelled over the loud-playing music.
The waitress disappeared into the semidarkness getting their drinks. After a few minutes, she returned delivering
Similar Books
