INTRODUCTION
It
is Saturday morning and I am out at the Easton mall with my girl Brandi doing
some shopping. We try to hook up with each other at least once a week to have a
girl’s day. With our busy schedules, sometimes these days are far and few in.
Normally every day I am with my brother Lamar, either making moves to drop off
some dope to his many clients or plotting to get a rival hustler. He and I have
been setting people up for about two years now. I must say that I do like
manipulating a man’s mind and then robbing him for everything he has not
leaving a trace of my whereabouts. I am living a good life. I do like making
the quick money when we do the drop-offs, but I much rather take a man’s money
after putting in the time and giving myself to him. Lamar watches each one of
my licks carefully making sure that he has enough money for us to take. I enjoy
being the “show girl” for my licks to show off for his boys and spend money on.
I never catch feelings for a target or let them get close to me. Lamar has
warned me that when I catch feelings for a target that is when I will let my
guard down and my life will be in jeopardy. Although some of these men are very
well off, damn handsome, drive European cars, dress nice, and treat me very
well. I have to keep it strictly business.
Walking
out of the shoe store with three boxes of heels, I attempt to cross the street
heading for the lingerie store but my cell phone suddenly rings. I answer the
call quickly seeing that the caller is my brother. Lamar tells me that he needs
me to meet him at my apartment so I can ride with him and his boys to meet a
new customer, here in Columbus. Brandi overhears my conversation and her body
language shows her attitude. Lamar tells me that I can make $1,500 just walking
in the place with him. I am not hurting for money but after spending $500 on
heels and another $300 on a pair of glasses, a bitch needs to get paid. I jump at
the opportunity and tell him that I will be in the house before he gets off the
highway.
Lamar
picks me up in his brand-new candy painted blue Range Rover with his best
friend Scotty in the back. I ask why he did not tell me about this job
yesterday and he claims that it just came up. The person whom we are going to
meet knows another crew that Lamar deals with. The crew had said that the guy
wasn’t wanting anything too big because he mainly focuses on his legitimate
businesses but keeps a few bricks of cocaine in the streets. Hearing that I
knew that this was not somebody my brother wanted me to introduce myself to and
possibly rob. We only focused our attention on men who had bricks on deck themselves
and was moving a lot of weight.
We
arrive at our meeting location, on the east side of Columbus. I am stunned to
see that we are meeting a drug dealer at a hair and nail shop. Lamar reads my
face and bust out laughing. He and I exit the truck walking inside of the shop
leaving Scotty behind to watch our backs. When we enter all of the
employees stop and stare along with some of the customers. I smile at the
attention and walk directly towards the owner’s office. Lamar steps in front of
me gripping one hand on the duffel bag and the other hand on his pistol. I do
not know if I should pull my little 380 out or take a seat to get a fill in.
Lamar allows me to get around him so that he can close the door behind us. At
the office desk sits this fine ass light-skinned brother with waves swirling
around his head as if he was on a hair box. His muscular build showed through
his V- neck T-shirt. He quickly ends his call and embraces my brother with a
manly hug. I study his body very well believing that he reminds me of the
R&B singer and producer Tank. The only difference between the two is that
you can see his thug swagger. I take a seat on the soft leather sofa and
imagine him and me in my bed making love in every position. I catch myself
closing my eyes tighter and rubbing my thighs. Lamar breaks my concentration
shoving my shoulder telling me that it is time to leave. Time went by so fast
that all I remember was Lamar bustin’ open a brick for him to taste. Before I
could stand to my feet, the man rushed over to me and begged to allow him to
assist me. I am amazed by his actions, not ever knowing a man to be a thug and
a gentleman. His actions took me by such a surprise that I cannot resist but
smile. He does not hesitate to complement me on my beauty and smile. Lamar
laughs once again but takes no time to leave for the truck. I try to speed walk
behind Lamar but I am being cautious not to fall in these heels. The last thing
I want is to make a fool of myself in front of him and a crowd of jealous
bitches. He stays right behind me step by step. I purposely sway my hips so
that he can take notice at my luscious curves. Just before I reach the door, he
asks me to stop and talk to him. I wonder what took him so long. I wanted him
to stop me in front of everyone so they can really have something to look at. I
turn to him trying to resist from smiling again but I cannot. Here I am
twenty-six years old and I am acting as if I am in high school again.
“Can
I get your name?” he said politely.
“Yes
you may. My name is Treasure.” I said like a schoolgirl.
“Treasure
that is a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman.”
“Thank
you.” I reply.
“Well,
I don’t ever mix business with pleasure but I have to be able to take you out.
I know that I don’t look like much right now but I wasn’t expecting to see
someone as beautiful as you today.”
His
words surprise me. I have a loss for words. I pull out my cell phone and ask
for his number so that I can call him. He saves my number and tells me that his
name is Rashad.
