trying to get by as best as she could. Her looks attracted men left and right, but the ones who caught her only took advantage of her. Although she wasn’t labeled mentally challenged, she knew that she wasn’t ever the smartest girl in the room. She knew other girls who looked like she did. They used their assets to get what they wanted. They had established hustles, pulled capers, and put a price tag on their pussies, all of which made life a little easier. Gucci was afraid to grind it out because she knew that she was easily outwitted. So instead she played the back, her confidence too low to ever take the lead.
“Gucci! Gucci!” her mother shouted from her room. Gucci sighed as she closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the abundance of responsibility that was placed on her. I can’t wait to get out of here. This shit is just too much, she thought. She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the door. She was desperate for a way out and when she finally did escape she would never look back.
“What is she doing? She never goes home with him,” Raegan exclaimed as they watched Gucci get back in Jamie’s car. “She would pick today of all days.” Raegan looked at Chanel and said, “Let’s just do it another day.”
“We’re doing it today,” Chanel concluded.
“Chanel, I work with her every day. She’s cool people. I don’t want—”
“Nobody’s gonna get hurt, Raegan. We’re just after the money. It’ll be fine,” Chanel said.
They followed Jamie until he arrived home. He wasn’t smart enough to have a separate stash spot. He broke the number one rule ... DON’T SHIT WHERE YOU EAT ... and although he hustled hard, he was accessible. Now Raegan and Chanel were about to test him. Chanel pulled out two .45s and handed one to Raegan.
“Where did you get these from?” she asked.
“A friend of mine hooked me up. I told him I needed them for protection. They’re dirty so if we have to pop a nigga they can’t be traced back to us,” Chanel assured. “You ready?” she asked.
Raegan nodded as she eyed the house. Her eyes never left it, not even for a second. She hawked it, wanting to make sure she knew exactly what she was getting herself into. When night fell and the shadows of the evening took over the street, the girls got out of the car.
“Pop the hood to the car,” Raegan said as they got out. “She’ll recognize me. You take the front and I’ll be at the back.” The girls split and as Chanel approached the house she turned the doorknob to see if it was locked. When it didn’t budge, she had no choice but to ring the doorbell. She wore a winter hat and a cashmere scarf that she had wrapped around her face. She looked harmless. Like an around-the-way girl who had gotten herself stranded and was wrapped up to stay warm, despite the Louboutin hooker heels and short designer dress she wore beneath her short trench coat.
“Who is it?” she heard him yell through the door.
“Hi ... I was wondering if I could use your phone. My car broke down and I don’t have any cell reception,” she replied.
Just as she suspected Jamie was soft on a bitch. If a man had come to his doorstep with the exact same problem he would have turned him away, but when he saw the pair of long legs glistening on his doorstep he opened up without hesitation.
“Thank you sooo much,” she said as she stepped into the house. The only thing that they could see was her eyes.
Gucci came from out a back room to make her presence known. Scantily clad in her bra and panties she walked into the living room.
“Who is this?” she asked.
“Oh my car broke down. I’m just using the phone,” Chanel said. “Oh yeah, and can I ask one more thing? I promise after this I’ll be out of your hair,” she said sweetly as she looked at Jamie seductively.
“What’s that, ma?”
“Where’s the money?” Chanel asked as she aimed her gun directly at him.
Jamie grabbed Gucci and pushed her toward Chanel, then took off for his
“Gucci! Gucci!” her mother shouted from her room. Gucci sighed as she closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the abundance of responsibility that was placed on her. I can’t wait to get out of here. This shit is just too much, she thought. She grabbed her bag and rushed out of the door. She was desperate for a way out and when she finally did escape she would never look back.
“What is she doing? She never goes home with him,” Raegan exclaimed as they watched Gucci get back in Jamie’s car. “She would pick today of all days.” Raegan looked at Chanel and said, “Let’s just do it another day.”
“We’re doing it today,” Chanel concluded.
“Chanel, I work with her every day. She’s cool people. I don’t want—”
“Nobody’s gonna get hurt, Raegan. We’re just after the money. It’ll be fine,” Chanel said.
They followed Jamie until he arrived home. He wasn’t smart enough to have a separate stash spot. He broke the number one rule ... DON’T SHIT WHERE YOU EAT ... and although he hustled hard, he was accessible. Now Raegan and Chanel were about to test him. Chanel pulled out two .45s and handed one to Raegan.
“Where did you get these from?” she asked.
“A friend of mine hooked me up. I told him I needed them for protection. They’re dirty so if we have to pop a nigga they can’t be traced back to us,” Chanel assured. “You ready?” she asked.
Raegan nodded as she eyed the house. Her eyes never left it, not even for a second. She hawked it, wanting to make sure she knew exactly what she was getting herself into. When night fell and the shadows of the evening took over the street, the girls got out of the car.
“Pop the hood to the car,” Raegan said as they got out. “She’ll recognize me. You take the front and I’ll be at the back.” The girls split and as Chanel approached the house she turned the doorknob to see if it was locked. When it didn’t budge, she had no choice but to ring the doorbell. She wore a winter hat and a cashmere scarf that she had wrapped around her face. She looked harmless. Like an around-the-way girl who had gotten herself stranded and was wrapped up to stay warm, despite the Louboutin hooker heels and short designer dress she wore beneath her short trench coat.
“Who is it?” she heard him yell through the door.
“Hi ... I was wondering if I could use your phone. My car broke down and I don’t have any cell reception,” she replied.
Just as she suspected Jamie was soft on a bitch. If a man had come to his doorstep with the exact same problem he would have turned him away, but when he saw the pair of long legs glistening on his doorstep he opened up without hesitation.
“Thank you sooo much,” she said as she stepped into the house. The only thing that they could see was her eyes.
Gucci came from out a back room to make her presence known. Scantily clad in her bra and panties she walked into the living room.
“Who is this?” she asked.
“Oh my car broke down. I’m just using the phone,” Chanel said. “Oh yeah, and can I ask one more thing? I promise after this I’ll be out of your hair,” she said sweetly as she looked at Jamie seductively.
“What’s that, ma?”
“Where’s the money?” Chanel asked as she aimed her gun directly at him.
Jamie grabbed Gucci and pushed her toward Chanel, then took off for his
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