would feel in person, about how she would feel if his arms were wrapped around her body. She started to imagine how life would be if she could spend it with her new best friend instead of her hating family. The only thing she knew, was that something definitely had to give.
She shuddered as she thought about how the smooth talking DJ had convinced her to visit him. It was supposed to be for only one weekend, but she had been unable to return home ever since. The first time Snowflake brought up to him that she was ready to return home to Ohio, he had spazzed out and showed her a completely different side of him. “What the fuck you leaving me for?!!!! Everybody in my life always tryna got damn leave me!! You’re no better than the rest of them. You act like you’re down, but you’re just faking!!”
Immediately, she knew that he was slightly off, but she also felt bad about him thinking that she was trying to leave him. It was an extremely confusing situation and the only thing she was trying to do was get up enough money so that she could leave him and go home. She felt that she had turned into a slave for the insane DJ; one that was forced to dance in strip clubs and give up all the proceeds to him. The one time that she’d tried hiding the money and escaping, he caught her at the Greyhound station and proceeded to beat her senseless.
He had blacked out both eyes, busted both lips and swollen her face up so much, that when he was done, even he couldn’t recognize who he had been punching. The only thing she wanted to do was get out of the city of Columbus, GA, immediately. And if it meant she had to run away with Skye and rob the two girls; then so be it!
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Skye pulled up next door to the address that Snowflake had given her and saw the car that Treasure had been driving parked on the side of the house. As far as she concerned, Snowflake’s duties were over and done with, and it was officially time to knock her wig off for thinking that she was about to rob her best muthafuckin’ friend in the world. There was just no damn way possible that anything like that was going to happen. She pulled her pistol out and snapped her fingers because she realized that she had forgotten her silencer.
If she popped Snowflake right then and there in the car, it was sure to make a big horrible mess, and the sound from the pistol was sure to scream loud enough to alarm Treasure and Danielle that something foul was amiss. She was certain that Treasure was going to question where the sound came from, and wouldn’t have time to answer her deep investigative questions. Shit… I’ll just have to shoot this bitch when we make it to the doorsteps, and explain myself later. I won’t be able to shoot her now and still make it to the door… fuck! I can handle this, I’ma big girl.
“You have your pistol ready?” Skye asked Snowflake. Before she got a chance to answer, her door swung open.
“Bitch you must have lost your muthafuckin stupid ass mind!” DJ bellowed at Snowflake angrily. As cool as she pretended to be, and as confident as she had seemed prior to arriving, she had turned from Snowflake to Raindrop in a few seconds. DJ wasn’t bullshitting. He had on Timberlands and fake Gucci blue jeans, and the pistol in his hand looked like an old big ass Colt 45.
Skye was startled by the way DJ had popped up on them out of nowhere. That was one of the number one rules that Treasure had set when she created The Lipstick Clique: one must pay attention to their surroundings whether they were on the job or off . Robbery was a crime, not a hustle, and to properly make a continuous living off of a crime, you had to think like a criminal every single step of the way.
“You two bitches thought you were going to rob these hoes without me didn’t you?! Well I got news for you muthafuckaz ! I’m going to do the got damn robbing tonight! You’re more than welcome to watch, but I’m
She shuddered as she thought about how the smooth talking DJ had convinced her to visit him. It was supposed to be for only one weekend, but she had been unable to return home ever since. The first time Snowflake brought up to him that she was ready to return home to Ohio, he had spazzed out and showed her a completely different side of him. “What the fuck you leaving me for?!!!! Everybody in my life always tryna got damn leave me!! You’re no better than the rest of them. You act like you’re down, but you’re just faking!!”
Immediately, she knew that he was slightly off, but she also felt bad about him thinking that she was trying to leave him. It was an extremely confusing situation and the only thing she was trying to do was get up enough money so that she could leave him and go home. She felt that she had turned into a slave for the insane DJ; one that was forced to dance in strip clubs and give up all the proceeds to him. The one time that she’d tried hiding the money and escaping, he caught her at the Greyhound station and proceeded to beat her senseless.
He had blacked out both eyes, busted both lips and swollen her face up so much, that when he was done, even he couldn’t recognize who he had been punching. The only thing she wanted to do was get out of the city of Columbus, GA, immediately. And if it meant she had to run away with Skye and rob the two girls; then so be it!
__________
Skye pulled up next door to the address that Snowflake had given her and saw the car that Treasure had been driving parked on the side of the house. As far as she concerned, Snowflake’s duties were over and done with, and it was officially time to knock her wig off for thinking that she was about to rob her best muthafuckin’ friend in the world. There was just no damn way possible that anything like that was going to happen. She pulled her pistol out and snapped her fingers because she realized that she had forgotten her silencer.
If she popped Snowflake right then and there in the car, it was sure to make a big horrible mess, and the sound from the pistol was sure to scream loud enough to alarm Treasure and Danielle that something foul was amiss. She was certain that Treasure was going to question where the sound came from, and wouldn’t have time to answer her deep investigative questions. Shit… I’ll just have to shoot this bitch when we make it to the doorsteps, and explain myself later. I won’t be able to shoot her now and still make it to the door… fuck! I can handle this, I’ma big girl.
“You have your pistol ready?” Skye asked Snowflake. Before she got a chance to answer, her door swung open.
“Bitch you must have lost your muthafuckin stupid ass mind!” DJ bellowed at Snowflake angrily. As cool as she pretended to be, and as confident as she had seemed prior to arriving, she had turned from Snowflake to Raindrop in a few seconds. DJ wasn’t bullshitting. He had on Timberlands and fake Gucci blue jeans, and the pistol in his hand looked like an old big ass Colt 45.
Skye was startled by the way DJ had popped up on them out of nowhere. That was one of the number one rules that Treasure had set when she created The Lipstick Clique: one must pay attention to their surroundings whether they were on the job or off . Robbery was a crime, not a hustle, and to properly make a continuous living off of a crime, you had to think like a criminal every single step of the way.
“You two bitches thought you were going to rob these hoes without me didn’t you?! Well I got news for you muthafuckaz ! I’m going to do the got damn robbing tonight! You’re more than welcome to watch, but I’m
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