panicked tone. “I don’t see them! Can you see the car?”
“Nah, but you need to chill out. Now is not the time to start tripping. We’ve done this shit a thousand times. Let’s just stick to the plan. Anisa knows how to handle herself. We fucked up by losing her, but she’ll contact us when she can,” Miamor stated confidently.
“Me don’t know, Miamor. This job is on a whole ‘nother level. What if she needs us?” Aries asked.
Miamor could feel the fear creeping into her team’s heart. She knew that fear could easily manipulate any situation, and she was fighting to keep control.
Where are you, Nis? Let me know something,
she thought, as she too began to worry. She didn’t like the fact that she had lost their mark, but she knew Anisa would be able to handle herself until they could get there.
“I just need to use the restroom. I’ll be right out,” Anisa said as she entered the hotel room. She quickly disappeared behind the safety of the bathroom door and locked it behind her. She sat on the toilet, her heart beating a mile a minute and pulled out her two-way. She sent the text to her crew—
I’m at the Holiday Inn on Biscayne Blvd. Room 1128
—then quickly put her phone in her purse and flushed the toilet for show. She washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom.
As soon as she opened the door, Mecca was standing there looking her in the face.
“Oh!” she exclaimed as she dropped her Chanel clutch purse onto the floor. “Shit!” she yelled out. The contents of her purse spilled out onto the floor, and she quickly squatted to retrieve the tiny packet of white powder before Mecca could see it.
“Why you so jumpy, ma?” Mecca asked, his stare penetrating her, his hand caressing the side of her face. Then he looked into the bathroom suspiciously. “I need to get in there.” He walked inside and closed the door behind him.
“O-okay.”
Anisa rushed over to the mini-bar and set up two glasses. She used Grey Goose because she didn’t want to use dark liquor, afraid that the residue from the drug might float to the top. She used her finger to mix the powder into the glass and then removed her silver Chanel dress. She stood in her black Victoria’s Secret bra and thong, and her four-inch Chanel stilettos.
When Mecca walked out, he saw her standing with two drinks in her hand. He admired the curves of her body. Her wide hips, flat stomach, and apple-shaped bottom gave him an instant hard-on. He could only imagine the treasure that she had between her thighs, and couldn’t wait to taste her.
“Here, baby, I fixed us a drink. I want us to relax so that we can enjoy the night.”
“I’m not drinking tonight.”
Fuck you mean, you not drinking, nigga? You been drinking all fuckin’ night, and now you want to change up?
Mecca could see the distress on her face. “That’s a problem?”
“No, baby, I just want to make you feel good. How about we order some room service, have some drinks, and afterwards I’ll let you put your dick in something warm?” She put the glass of Grey Goose in his hands and left a trail of kisses from his ear, to his chest, and continued to move south. She got to his pants and unbuckled his belt.
Just as she was about to go to work, he grabbed her hair forcefully, almost tearing it from the root. “You drink it,” he stated in a menacing tone.
The look in her eyes confirmed his suspicions. When she didn’t respond, he continued, “You got two choices. You can either drink it, or I’m gon’ blow a hole through your top.” He removed his gold-dipped Beretta 950 Jetfire and aimed it at her head.
“Mecca, what the hell is your problem?” Anisa stood to her feet. “I just want to make you feel good. You’re pointing guns in my face and shit. We’re supposed to be having a good time,” she whined, trying to flip the situation in her favor.
“Save that shit. You think I didn’t see the car that was following us, bitch? Drink up. If there’s
“Nah, but you need to chill out. Now is not the time to start tripping. We’ve done this shit a thousand times. Let’s just stick to the plan. Anisa knows how to handle herself. We fucked up by losing her, but she’ll contact us when she can,” Miamor stated confidently.
“Me don’t know, Miamor. This job is on a whole ‘nother level. What if she needs us?” Aries asked.
Miamor could feel the fear creeping into her team’s heart. She knew that fear could easily manipulate any situation, and she was fighting to keep control.
Where are you, Nis? Let me know something,
she thought, as she too began to worry. She didn’t like the fact that she had lost their mark, but she knew Anisa would be able to handle herself until they could get there.
“I just need to use the restroom. I’ll be right out,” Anisa said as she entered the hotel room. She quickly disappeared behind the safety of the bathroom door and locked it behind her. She sat on the toilet, her heart beating a mile a minute and pulled out her two-way. She sent the text to her crew—
I’m at the Holiday Inn on Biscayne Blvd. Room 1128
—then quickly put her phone in her purse and flushed the toilet for show. She washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom.
As soon as she opened the door, Mecca was standing there looking her in the face.
“Oh!” she exclaimed as she dropped her Chanel clutch purse onto the floor. “Shit!” she yelled out. The contents of her purse spilled out onto the floor, and she quickly squatted to retrieve the tiny packet of white powder before Mecca could see it.
“Why you so jumpy, ma?” Mecca asked, his stare penetrating her, his hand caressing the side of her face. Then he looked into the bathroom suspiciously. “I need to get in there.” He walked inside and closed the door behind him.
“O-okay.”
Anisa rushed over to the mini-bar and set up two glasses. She used Grey Goose because she didn’t want to use dark liquor, afraid that the residue from the drug might float to the top. She used her finger to mix the powder into the glass and then removed her silver Chanel dress. She stood in her black Victoria’s Secret bra and thong, and her four-inch Chanel stilettos.
When Mecca walked out, he saw her standing with two drinks in her hand. He admired the curves of her body. Her wide hips, flat stomach, and apple-shaped bottom gave him an instant hard-on. He could only imagine the treasure that she had between her thighs, and couldn’t wait to taste her.
“Here, baby, I fixed us a drink. I want us to relax so that we can enjoy the night.”
“I’m not drinking tonight.”
Fuck you mean, you not drinking, nigga? You been drinking all fuckin’ night, and now you want to change up?
Mecca could see the distress on her face. “That’s a problem?”
“No, baby, I just want to make you feel good. How about we order some room service, have some drinks, and afterwards I’ll let you put your dick in something warm?” She put the glass of Grey Goose in his hands and left a trail of kisses from his ear, to his chest, and continued to move south. She got to his pants and unbuckled his belt.
Just as she was about to go to work, he grabbed her hair forcefully, almost tearing it from the root. “You drink it,” he stated in a menacing tone.
The look in her eyes confirmed his suspicions. When she didn’t respond, he continued, “You got two choices. You can either drink it, or I’m gon’ blow a hole through your top.” He removed his gold-dipped Beretta 950 Jetfire and aimed it at her head.
“Mecca, what the hell is your problem?” Anisa stood to her feet. “I just want to make you feel good. You’re pointing guns in my face and shit. We’re supposed to be having a good time,” she whined, trying to flip the situation in her favor.
“Save that shit. You think I didn’t see the car that was following us, bitch? Drink up. If there’s
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