Chapter 12
Bossy
Zya became a permanent member of the roundtable, and she was amazed at exactly how powerful they were. Everybody sitting at the table was connected. From federal judges to nickel-and-dime corner hustlers, Supreme Clientele had a hand in almost every drug transaction going on in the United States. Each member possessed a different asset that was brought to the table. Zya’s asset was her connection to Snow and her ability to get her hands on large quantities of coke.
The original order of two hundred kilos quickly increased to five hundred kilos, and it was a transaction that took place twice every month. Zya and Snow made the flight overseas on the same days each month, and their profits proved exactly how big-time they were. What they were making from their business arrangement with the roundtable, combined with what they were earning from the streets, they were certainly “gettin’ it.” Zya and Snow became a powerhouse in the drug game, and built an empire that was untouchable. She hit Smitty and Black Ty off with more bricks, and she controlled the Harlem drug trade. Supreme Clientele took her to another level.
Supreme Clientele consisted of seven people, including Zya, from different regions of the country. There was no city that their dope didn’t reach. They were connected and powerful, and now that Zya had been initiated into the table, she was connected too. With Snow’s connection to Ernesto and Zya’s connection to Supreme Clientele, together they became responsible for six percent of the drugs being brought into the United States. If you were smoking, snorting, or selling dope in 2007, there was a good chance that you were getting it from them. They were big and everybody knew it.
Zya quickly learned the order of the table and knew that the most powerful person of the bunch was Anari. Her story had been told and retold so many times in the street that she had become a ghetto legend. Nobody knew if a woman named Anari Simpson aka Tony even existed. Zya was one of the lucky few who actually saw Anari, and she made it a point to get close to her.
Mostly everybody in the game gets killed or sent Upstate. She been in it for a minute and is still breathing and on top. Whatever she did, that’s what I’m trying to do, Zya thought. She knew that Anari was a good friend to have. She looked up to her. She was one of few women in the drug game, and she was the one calling the shots. She conducted business with a no bullshit policy, and Zya took notes whenever she was in her presence.
Zya knew the order of things. She was sitting at a table of mostly men, so most of the time, she sat back and listened. She didn’t do too much talking. She observed everything around her because although she was getting money, she didn’t have power or respect yet, and that’s what she was seeking. She knew that the members of the roundtable were veterans in the game. They had been around a while, and she wasn’t trying to step on anybody’s toes with her inexperience. She wanted to earn their respect, and she knew once that happened, she would be just as powerful, if not more powerful, than them.
She had one thing that everybody else sitting at the table had lost, and that was her hunger. She was hungry for the game, and that is what made her hustle so different from everybody else’s. She went after the money like no other, because no matter how much she made, it was never enough. Zya took to the streets like a duck took to water. The streets were her habitat, and she knew how to milk them for everything that they were worth.
Anari could see Zya’s potential, and made it a point to keep her around. She knew that Zya was a queen pen in the making. All she needed was to be groomed.
She is smart and uses what she has to get what she wants. She reminds me a lot of myself. Her hustle is crazy. She doesn’t even realize that she is the one keeping this roundtable on its feet. Without her dope, we’d be stuck, still seeking another connect.
Anari was impressed by Zya and pulled her under her wings to teach her everything she needed to know about the game. She knew that Zya had to be careful because she was playing in a deadly game that was not meant for women. Emotions had to be thrown out of the window when it came to the dope game.
The only person she can trust is herself. Anari had lived by that rule since the first day she stepped foot in the game. She had given up so much and almost killed the only person she could count on because of it, but she knew that if she wanted to be a part of the streets, she would have to sacrifice, and she did. Anari knew that a hustler’s reign usually ended in one of two ways: prison or death. She was trying to be the first one to change that. She didn’t want to go out in a blaze of gunfire or be locked behind a cage. That don’t make you a gangsta. That just proves that you did something wrong and wasn’t even around long enough to enjoy the money you made, she thought.
So far, Anari had been careful and precise. She was always on top of everything, and her perfection had saved her life more than once. The more time she spent with Zya and the more she observed her, the more she saw the potential that the young girl had. Zya was only twenty-four, and if she played her cards right, she would be on top of the world before she hit thirty.
Zya and Snow had personally taken over the drug markets in the states of New Jersey and New York. Zya was the brains behind the operation, and Snow was the muscle. With his notorious tactics, they took over any and all operations that were not affiliated with them. They established the perfect drug ring, and nobody made money on those streets except for them. Anybody who tried to infiltrate was quickly forced out, either by gun play or by competition.
Zya made sure that their operation ran like a business. They made sure that other hustlers in Jersey and New York couldn’t compete. Ernesto’s product was too good. The dope was so good that the fiends had nicknamed it Supreme because it was above the rest. Their highs lasted longer and felt better when they purchased their rock from Supreme Clientele.
Supreme reigned in the streets, and everybody wanted a piece of the pie. But Snow’s army only consisted of a select few. He didn’t trust too many people, and made sure that he only kept thorough people around him. Zya and Snow were getting money, and everybody knew it.
During Anari’s reign in Jersey, she was forced to stay low-key because of the fact that she was a woman. Zya, on the other hand, was flashy and also fearless because she knew that Snow’s reputation protected her. Everybody knew that she was his woman and therefore was off limits. Niggas didn’t even look at Zya for too long, let alone plot to rob her. She was safe in the hood, and was loved because she made sure that everybody ate, as long as they were loyal. She walked around the city like she owned it, and her Acura was quickly traded in for a silver, two-seat, Z-24 BMW, and that was just her weekend car. Zya switched whips like she switched panties, and the fleet of cars from her collection lined up and down the driveway to the 10,000-square-foot mansion Snow had purchased.
The only thing she hadn’t changed was where she rested her head. She still lived in the tiny Harlem apartment. She had been so busy making money that she hadn’t found the time to shop for a new place to live, and she didn’t want to move in with Snow too quickly. Their relationship was good just how it was, and she didn’t want things to change if they decided to live together. She didn’t mind the cramped space in her apartment, though, because it was filled with cash. The only thing that was in her apartment was her bed and her clothes. There wasn’t enough room for anything else. Her apartment was filled to the ceiling with moving boxes full of cash, all hundred-dollar bills. She didn’t have room for any other denominations. The boxes occupied every single inch of the apartment, from top to bottom. She was literally swimming in money. She and Snow each had two Swiss bank accounts and money stashed away in the Cayman Islands. They were living good.
Once Anari saw how flashy Zya was, she quickly hooked her up with Anderson Wallace, a lawyer who was a pro at washing money. His laundering services were a lifesaver, and after having numerous conversations with Snow and Zya, he convinced them to start front businesses. They opened over ten businesses, ranging from real estate to record labels. Zya even started her own clothing line. They had their hands involved in anything, and whenever they made a move, it was always to benefit them and improve their position in the dope game.
Snow even went as far as to open up a funeral home. He knew that it would be the perfect investment because it would help them conceal any evidence of any murders they might have to partake in. “No body, no murder,” he had explained to Zya. Their business endeavors were wise because they allowed them to cover their paper trail with the IRS. They would never get caught up on a tax evasion charge because every single cent they spent was accounted for, right down to the last penny.
They made sure that they were affiliated with the right people too. Snow suggested that they make contributions to political parties because, he said, “Politicians are the smartest crooks of us all. They never get caught.”
Zya was making so much money that it didn’t make sense for her to keep her job at the restaurant. She was already a part of the roundtable, so she would still receive a cut from Stello’s profits anyway. She was big money, and the word was spreading quickly. Everybody wanted to be down, but Zya knew better.
After her run-in with Lonnie Wade, she began to realize that she needed to watch who she surrounded herself with. She hadn’t heard from the detective in a couple months, and she hoped that he had forgotten about her. He had wanted her to do the unthinkable, and that was become a snitch, but now she was directly involved with Supreme Clientele. She couldn’t give him any information if she wanted to. She hoped that Wade didn’t pop back up because the way she was flashing money, he would know that she knew more than she was letting on. She was knee-deep in the game now, and there was no getting out. She hoped that the cop wouldn’t bother her again, and she told herself that she would be extra careful just in case he did resurface.
All I need in this life is Snow, Anari, and my money ... and I’m good. Fuck the world and everybody else in it.
Jules looked at the picture of Zya and felt an intense hatred toward her. At first he didn’t believe the things he had been hearing. He thought that his li’l niggas had been misinformed about what Zya had been doing. He tried to give her the benefit of the doubt, but the more time that passed, the more he began to believe that she had pulled dirty and tried to play him. He hadn’t heard from her in almost two years. Since her very first visit to Riker’s, Zya hadn’t stepped foot back inside the prison.
She was pregnant with my muthafuckin’ kid and couldn’t even write to let me know what was going down. That was my unborn child too. I had a right to know, he thought as he stared at the picture of the woman he used to adore. He was hurt deeply by her betrayal. She had meant the world to him, and he would have done anything for her. When she told him that she was pregnant, it had been the happiest day of his life. He had been looking forward to being a father and maybe even a husband to Zya one day. He had it set in his mind that when he got out, he was going to settle down with Zya and take care of his family.
When she stopped accepting his calls and the visits stopped, he was devastated. They had done so much dirt together, and she had been loyal to him for so long, that he never expected her to turn on him once he got locked up. His hatred for her was driving him crazy, and the only thing on his mind was revenge.
That bitch killed my seed and tried to leave me in here on stuck. He was losing his mind, thinking about her betrayal, and was counting down the days until he was released. His lawyers had been working on his appeal and had informed him that the search warrant that was used during the raid had not been valid.
I’ma be out this bitch in less than a month, and the first thing I’m gon’ do is dead Zya’s ass. His love for his former girlfriend had quickly transformed into hate. The last time he had seen her had been when he first caught his charge. He had expected her to come every other Monday, but the only visits he got were from his cousin, Tisha. Tisha was pregnant and came to visit Jules often to show her support. Before Jules got locked up, he used to spoil his little cousin, and she felt obligated to be there for him while he was away.
After Jules found out about Zya’s abortion, he had to ask Tisha to stop coming. It was too painful for him to see his cousin’s newborn baby because it reminded him too much of the child that he was supposed to have. Zya had taken his life from him in the blink of an eye. He had nothing to look forward to when he got out. The only thing he was anticipating was the day he ended Zya’s life. Killing her was the only thing that would put his mind at ease. He was not only hurt by her actions, but embarrassed that, in the end, he had been the one looking stupid. He loved Zya, and even though he had not always been faithful to her, she was always the only woman who had his heart. He always came home to her at night, and thought that she had cared for him as much as he did her. When Zya just disappeared without an explanation, his ego was wounded, and his stubborn nature couldn’t let her get away with what she had done.
“Is everything in order for the first of the month?” Khadafi asked as he looked around the table.
“Everything my way is in order. Zya’s coke is a hit on the West Coast. The customers can’t get enough of it,” Emilio responded. Emilio ran the West Coast drug market.
“Good, good. The first of the month is our biggest payday nationwide,” Khadafi said. Khadafi, the man who ran the Midwest drug market, ran the meeting as Anari and Zya sat back and listened. They didn’t have too much to say. Zya knew that her operation was good. She didn’t need any directives from anybody. Snow made sure her shit was tight, and the rest of the table was beginning to notice. Anari took a piece of paper and slid Zya a note.
I’m going to Miami for the weekend. Are you available to make that trip with me?
Zya read the note and wrote back: Hell yeah, I’m down. What’s down there? We got business to take care of or something?
Anari replied: Nah, this weekend is strictly for pleasure. I’m gon’ show you how to really enjoy some of this money you making. You’re gettin’ money like a don diva. Now you’ve got to play like a don diva.
The next night, Snow stood in her bedroom doorway watching her pack her clothes for her weekend trip.
“Damn, shorty, you got to go?” he said as he walked toward her and stood directly behind her.
“Yeah, I need a vacation. Why, you gon’ miss me?” she asked him as she cocked her head and smiled.
He kissed her neck and ran his hands up and down her body. “I’m gon’ miss something,” he said as he turned her around and unbuttoned her pants.
“How much you gon’ miss me, daddy?” she asked him as she started to unbutton his jeans.
He didn’t respond, but he picked her up and laid her gently on the bed. He kissed her, his tongue caressing every inch of her mouth. His fingertips made her skin tingle, and she loved how gentle he was with her. He always took his time with her, and he made love to her like he aimed to please. He wasn’t one of those men who only thought about themselves. Everything he did was to make her feel good. He stopped undressing her and lay down next to her.
“What’s wrong?” Zya asked him.
“You gon’ be all right this weekend?” he asked.
Zya smiled and replied, “Yeah, baby, I’ll be okay. I’m good. Ain’t nothing gon’ happen to me, so stop worrying.”
“If there’s any problems . . .”
Zya put her finger up to his lip. “Shh, come here.” She kissed his chest and then made her way down. By the time she was done with him, he was satisfied and carefree.
The next morning, Snow drove her to Anari’s private landing strip. They were taking a private jet to Miami, and Zya was excited about the trip. He got out of his car and pulled her Louis Vutton luggage out of his trunk. He walked up to the stairs of the jet, where a stewardess took the bags from him.
Anari stepped off of the plane and walked down the stairs, where Zya and Snow stood.
“You must be Torey Snow,” Anari said. “It’s good to finally meet you.”
“You too,” he said as he shook her hand gently. He looked at Anari and noticed how beautiful she was. She didn’t look to be a day older than thirty. She was so feminine, and as he looked back and forth from Zya to her, he could see a resemblance. He couldn’t believe that the woman he was standing in front of was the same woman that the streets feared. Her reputation was so notorious, and to him it seemed like the woman and the myth didn’t match.
“Your coke connect has been very helpful,” she said.
“So has your money,” Snow replied as he kissed Zya on the top of the head. “I’ll see you when you get back,” he said. “You ladies have a good time.”
Diamonds on my neck. Di-diamonds on my grill. I’m bossy ...
Zya and Anari cruised slowly through South Beach, Miami, as Kelis’s hit song blared from the stereo system of a black convertible Mercedes Benz CLK 550. They rocked their heads to the music. They drove down to the port of Miami, and Anari parked the car. There was a huge ship sitting at the end of the dock.
“We’re taking a cruise?” Zya asked.
“Nah, this is a casino that I’m thinking about investing in. An associate of mine owns this. It’s a floating casino. The boat goes out every night at ten. It’s invitation only, though. All of the players are very exclusive.”
Zya nodded as she got out of the car and headed onto the boat. When she entered, the only thing she could hear was the sound of the slot machines. It was so alive in the place, and the different shades of red mixed with deep tones of wood made the room seem bright and energetic.
“Damn, Anari,” Zya said as she watched everyone in the casino turn around to speak as they walked by.
“They all just think I’m a big spender. No one in here knows who I am. They just know that I drop a lot of money every time I come,” Anari explained as she made her way through the crowded casino. She walked up the spiral staircase that led to the top level of the ship. It was where the tables were located, and she headed straight toward the dice game.
“You know how to shoot craps?” Anari asked.
“Just in the streets. I’ve never rolled the dice in a casino before,” Zya explained as she shook her head from side to side.
“It’s the same game, only it’s better,” Anari said as she stepped up to a table.
A white man in a suit and sunglasses walked behind the dealer’s table and handed one of them a briefcase. The dealer popped the latch and opened it up to reveal money that was neatly stacked and wrapped in $1,000 bundles. Zya and Anari were the only women around the entire table, and all eyes were focused on the transaction.
“How much?” one of the dealers asked as he looked up at Anari.
“A hundred thousand. Split it up between me and my girl,” Anari instructed. The dealer nodded, and multi-color gambling chips were given to Zya and Anari.
Zya shook her head and said, “Anari, I can’t take that.”
“Why not? You helped me make it, so help me spend it. Fifty G’s ain’t shit. I come down here and lose that in an hour. Just enjoy yourself and relax. You’ve earned it.”
Zya picked up the chips from the center of the table and placed them in her rack.
“Hey, excuse me!” Anari yelled as a waiter walked by.
The man stopped walking and said, “Would you like to purchase a drink, Miss?”
“Yeah, bring me a Long Island. Zya, what you drinking?” she asked her friend.
Zya looked at the waiter and said, “Bring me a daiquiri. It don’t matter what kind.”
Anari placed a $500 chip on the waiter’s tray and said, “That’s your tip. The drinks from this table are on me for the night. Bring me the bill at the end of the shift.”
A round of applause went around the table, and everybody placed their drink orders. The dealers brought the dice down to Anari, and she shook her head.
“Pass,” she said. The dealers went to Zya, who was standing directly next to Anari. She put a $500 chip on the pass line and picked up the dice. Everybody held their breath as she tossed them to the other end of the table.
“Eleven!” the dealer shouted as the dice landed. Zya got cashed out $500 from her bet, and then continued to enjoy the game. The liquor came non-stop, and she was feeling good. The alcohol had her talking big shit at the crap table, and she was having a lucky night. The dice seemed to agree with her that night because every time she rolled, she hit point after point. Everybody bet on her, and she was making everybody money that night.
“Give me a thousand dollar hard six,” Anari instructed as she placed two black chips on the table.
The dealer placed the bet, and Zya looked at Anari and said, “What’s a horn?”
Anari laughed and shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. It’s the only bet on the table that I don’t already have, so I said fuck it.”
Zya laughed and replied, “Fuck it. Give me a five hundred dollar hard six.”
Anari shook her head and looked at Zya like she was confused.
“What?” Zya asked.
“You over there pinching pennies and shit. You got to bet big to win big,” Anari suggested as the waiter delivered a round of shots to the entire table.
Zya threw her head back and felt the liquor warm her up as it traveled down her throat. She slammed the shot glass down on the table and said, “You gon’ stop acting like you the only one out here getting money. Five thousand hard six!” she yelled as she threw the chips to the dealer.
“Six thousand!” Anari laughed and said.
“Ten thousand!” Zya said as she smiled devilishly around the table. A crowd had formed around the craps table, and everybody was in awe of the two women who were recklessly throwing money out onto the table, trying to outdo each other.
“Final bets!” the dealer called. Zya and Anari mugged each other playfully and burst out laughing.
“A hundred thousand hard six,” a male’s voice said as he parted through the crowd and threw the money on the table. Gasps broke through the air, and Zya saw a brown-skinned man in an Armani suit and a fresh Caesar haircut step up to the table. He made direct eye contact with Anari, and she smiled without saying a word.
The dealer handed Zya the dice, and she picked them up and schooled them against the table. A crowd had gathered around the table, but nobody spoke. Everybody was anticipating the outcome of the dice. The whole room was frozen with anticipation, and dozens of people crowded the table. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and then tossed the dice.
“Six the hard way!” The dealer yelled in disbelief and shock. Zya jumped up and down from the excitement, and the crowd roared in applause. Security squeezed the cup of water he had been holding, crushing the cup like Zya had just crushed the casino. They were paid out $100,000 each, and the man who had placed the largest bet was given a $1,000,000 check, written directly from the owner.
“Damn,” Zya whispered as Anari grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the crowd.
Zya followed Anari up to the man who had placed the bet. Anari walked up to him and punched him playfully in the arm.
“You get on my nerves. I’m always the biggest player until you walk up in here,” she said. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.
“Zya, this is Von . . . my husband. Von, this is the girl I’ve been telling you about.”
Zya smiled and shook her head. She couldn’t believe that Anari had known the guy all along. “Nice to meet you, Von,” she said.
“I been hearing good things about you. Anari talk like she’s found a protègé’,” he said as he kissed the top of Anari’s head.
Damn, she be talking about me like that. I hope I keep impressing her, because I’m trying to do it big like her. She done put in so much work to where she ain’t got to do shit now but sit back and collect her money, she thought silently as she looked up at Von. He was mysterious to her. There was a bad scar on his neck, but his face was flawless. He was definitely a fly nigga, and Zya knew that he had just as much if not more money than Anari.
“Y’all ate?” he asked.
Anari shook her head then turned to Zya. “You hungry?”
Zya nodded and Von said, “Good. You can buy since you just won all that money.”
Zya laughed and replied, “I got you.”
They sat down in the casino’s restaurant and ate dinner together. Zya was intrigued by Anari and Von. They were on top, and it was apparent that they were very much in love. “So, how did you guys meet?” Zya asked as their waitress brought out her steamed lobster and crab cakes.
Anari looked skeptically at Von and said, “Should we tell her?”
Von shrugged and said, “She’s your friend. Do you trust her?”
Anari looked at Zya and said, “He tried to kill me.”
Zya looked confused, but didn’t say anything.
Von shook his head and said, “You love to bring that shit up, don’t you? It didn’t even go down like that. She had a nigga fooled,” Von said.
Anari and Von argued playfully as they explained to Zya the story of how they met. Von met Anari several years ago, while she was still haunted by the death of her baby’s father. After the tragic murder of her son, Anari was forced into the game. A girl named Shawna had gotten close to Anari so that she could set her up and kidnap her son for ransom. Something went wrong, and Anari’s son was killed. Anari was out for blood, but Shawna had love in the streets, and Anari knew that she would be hard to touch. She dove into the game head first to get money, so that when she confronted Shawna, she would be powerful enough to avenge her son’s death.
Anari called herself Tony and began to hustle in Newark, New Jersey. While on the hunt for Shawna, her operation began to grow, causing her to step on the toes of Von, who already had New Jersey’s drug market on lock. He began to lose money, and put a hit out on Tony’s head. Anari’s true identity was concealed so well that he didn’t know that he had put a hit out on his own woman.
He hired a thorough assassin named Boss Sparks, and it took him a while, but he found Anari and placed a bomb underneath her car. Von found out Tony’s true identity and was in disbelief. He was standing outside the car as Anari turned the key. He yelled for her to get out of the car and ran to snatch her out of it. The car exploded just as he pulled Anari from the car, but he was burned badly from the explosion. His right arm, chest, and neck had been burned, but both he and Anari were still alive.
Anari knew that the fire was so big that it would have consumed everything . . . bones and all, so to everyone else, it appeared that they had died in the blaze. Von’s DNA was already at the scene from his skin being burnt so badly, so they fled the country together and left everything behind. Von had connections with different men across the country, and it was his idea to form Supreme Clientele, which Anari headed.
“Damn,” Zya said in disbelief as she looked back and forth between Anari and Von. They on some Bonnie and Clyde shit for real, she thought.
“You are the only person who knows the true story,” Anari said. “I hope I can trust you,” she added.
“You can,” Zya said. Anari had been through a lot, and she finally understood why Anari was so careful about not being seen in public.
“I think I’ve read a book about y’all. For real. It’s this book called Dirty Money by this dude and this one girl.”
“Ashley and JaQuavis. They are good friends of ours.” Von said and nodded. “We paid them to pen the story for us. It’s authentic. They wrote it exactly how we told them, to make everybody who read it think that we died in the end.”
Zya nodded her head. Damn, they got off, and now they can’t be charged for shit because it happened more than seven years ago. On paper, Anari and Von don’t even exist.
Von got up and dropped four-hundred dollar bills on the table. “You ladies have a good time. I have some business I need to take care of.” He leaned over and kissed Anari lightly on the lips and then said, “The next time you come to town, I’ll have to show you how to do it up big for real.”
“Sounds good,” she replied.
“The next time you come to Miami, bring Snow,” Von added.
“How do you know about Snow?” Zya asked in amazement.
“I know everybody my woman deals with,” he said as he walked away.
Zya and Anari finished their dinner and then gambled for the rest of the night. They didn’t leave the casino until one o’clock in the morning. They were drunk as hell as they made their way to Anari’s beach house.
“Zya, I haven’t trusted anybody in a long time, but you are cut just like me. That’s how I know you are worth my time and energy,” Anari said as they made their way into Anari’s house. “For real. You are a thorough bitch! Stick with me and I’m gon’ take you places!” she yelled loudly.
“Shh! You gon’ wake up your neighbors,” Zya said as she laughed at how drunk Anari was.
“Neighbors? A bitch like me don’t have neighbors. I own this whole strip.”
Zya looked up and down the street at the luxurious oceanfront houses that lined the block. They could easily cost a million a piece, maybe even more.
“Damn, you own all this?”
“Every single blade of grass,” Anari said as she opened the door to her house and walked in. The inside of Anari’s shit was plush as hell. Everything was computer operated. Even the sink faucets worked by voice command.
“Damn, you really are untouchable,” Zya said.
“So are you. You just don’t know it yet,” Anari explained. “That’s why our friendship should be valuable to you. You are good at this, but I can teach you how to be great at it.”
“It doesn’t get any greater than this,” Zya said as she looked around Anari’s home. She couldn’t believe that she was actually chilling with Anari. It wasn’t on no business type stuff either. They were vacationing like they were friends.
Anari sat down on her couch and put her feet up. “Zya, at the rate you are going, you are going to be bigger than me. There is only one way that could happen. Eventually, you are going to have to make a decision. I can’t keep you underneath my wings forever. You are either going to have to kill me to take my spot, or I am going to have to kill you to keep it. That’s the game, that’s how it goes. I know that your loyalty to me will be tested. One day, you will have to choose between loyalty and supremacy.”
“If you are so sure of that, why am I here?” Zya asked.
“Because right now I trust you. I’ll handle everything else when we cross that bridge.”
Zya didn’t understand Anari’s logic, but she respected it. For the rest of the weekend, they developed a genuine friendship and understanding of each other. Zya knew that she was in good company, and couldn’t believe that she had moved to the top so quickly. She knew that if she let Anari school her on the game, she would eventually become one of the best players in it. Anari’s friendship was valuable and Zya knew it.
On the last night in Miami, Zya and Anari stayed up until four o’clock in the morning, eating ice cream, sipping wine, and cracking up off of Jamie Foxx comedy shows.
“I know I must like yo’ ass. I haven’t done this since my best friend died years ago,” Anari said. Zya knew that she had earned the trust and respect of the biggest member at the roundtable. Not only did Anari respect Zya, but she considered her a friend.
Anari told Zya goodnight and faded into the master bedroom. Zya retired to the guest room to go to sleep. She was exhausted, and the liquor was wearing off, causing her a slight headache.
Zya looked out of the bedroom’s patio and admired the Miami view. The whole city was before her, and it was beautiful. The city lights and the ocean are so beautiful. This is the life right here. One day I will be standing on my own patio with a clear view of nothing but water. That day may come sooner than later.
“The world is mine,” she said in a low voice. Zya stripped out of all her clothes as she walked over to the king-sized canopy bed and flopped down, preparing to go to sleep.
Just before she completely nodded off, Zya she saw something sweep past her patio window. She instantly jumped up and became suspicious. What the hell was that? Zya thought as she began to search for her gun. Zya, without any clothes on, crept slowly to the patio window with her gun drawn. Her heart pounded in anticipation as she tried to find out what or who brushed past her window. Zya was ready to light up whoever was creeping on her. She counted softly, preparing to shoot whoever she saw outside the patio. She leaned her back against the wall beside the window and held her gun up.
“One . . . two . . . three!” she whispered as she swiftly stood into clear view and looked onto the huge patio. What she saw was not an intruder. Anari had on a silk robe that was completely open, exposing her naked body. She was sprawled out on the table on the patio with her legs completely separated. Von’s face was buried into her vagina, pleasing her.
Zya slowly lowered her gun and let out a sigh of relief. She put her hand on her chest and felt her heart racing. Zya couldn’t help but to look back at the two on the patio. They had no idea that they had an audience. Zya peeked out of the window, standing out of visible sight, and continued to watch.
Von flipped Anari over, and she was on all fours on top of the table. Von stood behind Anari, preparing to enter her. Zya couldn’t take her eyes off of the escapade. She felt wrong for looking, but it was turning her on. Von’s naked, bronze body was lean and muscular, and his ass muscles flexed as his penis searched for Anari’s kitty cat. She watched as Von’s long, thick penis went in and out of Anari. He reached over Anari and began to play with her clitoris as he made love to her. It was like nothing Zya had seen before. He was taking his time, trying to please his woman. Von moved his hips in perfect unison with his fingers on Anari’s clitoris. Every time he entered Anari, he kissed the back of her neck.
“Damn . . . ooh,” Zya whispered as she watched closely. Zya’s hands, without her consent, managed to make their way down to her clitoris, and she imagined that it was her getting broke off on the patio. She rubbed her clitoris and then she entered two fingers inside her warm and wet vagina. Every time Von went into Anari, Zya’s fingers entered herself. Von didn’t know it, but he made love to two ladies that night.
“Oh,” Zya whispered as her legs began to quiver, almost causing her to fall. Not even sixty seconds later, Zya exploded, and her juices dripped onto her toes. She felt bad for watching them have sex, but it was like a guilty pleasure. She couldn’t wait to return home to Snow so she could get hers. Zya staggered over the bed, completely satisfied, and sleep like a newborn baby.