in case I had to hit her ass with Honey’s gold lamp.
“Don’t make me beat your ass,” Onyx said, staring at me.
Moving closer to the lamp, I said, “And you know me well enough to understand I ain’t going out without a fight. I’ll stomp your ass if I have to.” Bitch done lost her mind.
Onyx’s lips tightened. Casually she said, “I apologize. It’s just that I’m so stressed. Come with me. Let’s get you dressed.”
Cautiously following Onyx into her room, I asked, “You hear from Sapphire or Grant yet?”
“Grant called. Said he’d meet us at Stilettos. He might be a few minutes late. He had to take care of a few things first.”
Why hadn’t Grant called me? “What could be more important than finding Honey?”
“Exactly,” Onyx said, walking to her bedroom closet. She opened the door to a mini boutique, said, “Find something sexy to wear,” then quietly sat in her rocking chair by the window.
I stood in the closet’s doorway. There were dozens of dresses with tags on them. Onyx had dresses from simply sexy to formal, casual, and high fashion. Above her dresses were stacks of Michael Kors, Jimmy Choo, and Marc Jacobs shoes.
“I was thinking about asking Trevor if I could strip tonight. Lure Valentino in with a lap dance, then Sapphire can do her thing,” I said.
“Not tonight.” Onyx kept staring out the window. “Velvet, I keep telling you this is not a game. We’re—”
I interrupted her. “Why you keep talking to me like I don’t understand?”
“Because you don’t. You have no idea what’s really going on. We’re dealing with a pimp and murderer who seems nice and charming but he won’t think twice about killing us for his money. Valentino will charm your pussy off you, then cut your throat. My life depends on what you do and you’re not stripping tonight. Shaking your ass on stage will make you an easy target for anyone in the club to take you out.” Onyx walked to her nightstand, opened the drawer. “Put on something sexy, and keep this with you,” she said, handing me a .9 and a holster. “Strap the holster high upon your thigh.”
Staring at the gun in my hand, I thought, I am no murderer. I’d never pulled the trigger on a gun, not even at a shooting range. I wanted my mommy. “I’m going home.”
Onyx handed me a short black dress, then said, “Like I told you, you can go home after we find Honey. If Valentino doesn’t bring her with him tonight, I’ll have to put you and the other girls on a stroll or two.”
“I ain’t no prostitute,” I told her. “I’m not strolling anywhere.”
“I won’t keep you out there long. You’ll only have to solicit information.”
“Don’t get me confused. I used to be a stripper, not a ho,” I told her.
“Bitch, don’t make me go there,” Onyx said with a stern face. “Shut up and get your ass dressed…now! Sapphire is on her way.”
Good. I was tired of trying to reason with Onyx. Maybe I could talk sensibly with Sapphire.
CHAPTER 16
Valentino
A toilet. A motherfuckin’ porcelain pot with a plastic seat. Whosoever created this bitch was sho’ nuff my nigga. Sitting down, the tip of my nuts marinated in the bowl and I didn’t give a fuck. For a nigga who was used to dumping his insides three times a day, pissing around with Lace’s ass this morning, then dealing with Benito, I was backed up. Lifting my balls, I tightened my abs, took a deep breath, then let it all out.
I’d locked myself in the bathroom to keep Benito from walking in on me. That nigga didn’t have manners. How the hell did Lace live with him for three years? Those two couldn’t have been more wrong for one another. Nigga’s dick must’ve been a magic stick.
“Oowee! Look at that pile of shit,” I said, flushing my defecation, urination, and frustrations. “Who was the recipient of all the shit and bullshit in the world?” Maybe I could chop up Lace’s body, then literally flush her ass.
I turned the shower
“Don’t make me beat your ass,” Onyx said, staring at me.
Moving closer to the lamp, I said, “And you know me well enough to understand I ain’t going out without a fight. I’ll stomp your ass if I have to.” Bitch done lost her mind.
Onyx’s lips tightened. Casually she said, “I apologize. It’s just that I’m so stressed. Come with me. Let’s get you dressed.”
Cautiously following Onyx into her room, I asked, “You hear from Sapphire or Grant yet?”
“Grant called. Said he’d meet us at Stilettos. He might be a few minutes late. He had to take care of a few things first.”
Why hadn’t Grant called me? “What could be more important than finding Honey?”
“Exactly,” Onyx said, walking to her bedroom closet. She opened the door to a mini boutique, said, “Find something sexy to wear,” then quietly sat in her rocking chair by the window.
I stood in the closet’s doorway. There were dozens of dresses with tags on them. Onyx had dresses from simply sexy to formal, casual, and high fashion. Above her dresses were stacks of Michael Kors, Jimmy Choo, and Marc Jacobs shoes.
“I was thinking about asking Trevor if I could strip tonight. Lure Valentino in with a lap dance, then Sapphire can do her thing,” I said.
“Not tonight.” Onyx kept staring out the window. “Velvet, I keep telling you this is not a game. We’re—”
I interrupted her. “Why you keep talking to me like I don’t understand?”
“Because you don’t. You have no idea what’s really going on. We’re dealing with a pimp and murderer who seems nice and charming but he won’t think twice about killing us for his money. Valentino will charm your pussy off you, then cut your throat. My life depends on what you do and you’re not stripping tonight. Shaking your ass on stage will make you an easy target for anyone in the club to take you out.” Onyx walked to her nightstand, opened the drawer. “Put on something sexy, and keep this with you,” she said, handing me a .9 and a holster. “Strap the holster high upon your thigh.”
Staring at the gun in my hand, I thought, I am no murderer. I’d never pulled the trigger on a gun, not even at a shooting range. I wanted my mommy. “I’m going home.”
Onyx handed me a short black dress, then said, “Like I told you, you can go home after we find Honey. If Valentino doesn’t bring her with him tonight, I’ll have to put you and the other girls on a stroll or two.”
“I ain’t no prostitute,” I told her. “I’m not strolling anywhere.”
“I won’t keep you out there long. You’ll only have to solicit information.”
“Don’t get me confused. I used to be a stripper, not a ho,” I told her.
“Bitch, don’t make me go there,” Onyx said with a stern face. “Shut up and get your ass dressed…now! Sapphire is on her way.”
Good. I was tired of trying to reason with Onyx. Maybe I could talk sensibly with Sapphire.
CHAPTER 16
Valentino
A toilet. A motherfuckin’ porcelain pot with a plastic seat. Whosoever created this bitch was sho’ nuff my nigga. Sitting down, the tip of my nuts marinated in the bowl and I didn’t give a fuck. For a nigga who was used to dumping his insides three times a day, pissing around with Lace’s ass this morning, then dealing with Benito, I was backed up. Lifting my balls, I tightened my abs, took a deep breath, then let it all out.
I’d locked myself in the bathroom to keep Benito from walking in on me. That nigga didn’t have manners. How the hell did Lace live with him for three years? Those two couldn’t have been more wrong for one another. Nigga’s dick must’ve been a magic stick.
“Oowee! Look at that pile of shit,” I said, flushing my defecation, urination, and frustrations. “Who was the recipient of all the shit and bullshit in the world?” Maybe I could chop up Lace’s body, then literally flush her ass.
I turned the shower
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