Kings And Queens
58
That had to have been the longest fuckin’ bus ride of my life. I was scared to sleep most of the way only ’cause I had so much cash on me an’ I ain’ want nobody to try to snatch my shit. I spent most the of trip tryin’ to figure out how to get Rah out of prison an’ the other half tryin’ to figure out what to do with Michelle and Larissa in order to get my daughter back.
Miami compared to Virginia was a culture shock. It was already damn near sixty-five degrees outside and all over the place everyone looked tan, beautiful, happy. The first thing I did was find a cab to get my ass to the Ritz-Carlton hotel. When I was locked up, we’d see commercials for them hotels and I remembered thinkin’ if I ever got up out of there and could do it I’d stay my ass in one of those—well, that and I couldn’t think of any other fancy places so that was that.
A short, little man with a hat and suit held the door with his white gloves as I walked into the lobby and I was in awe. The place was like a dream come true and I was only in the damn lobby. I wished Rasheed could’ve been there with me.
“Welcome to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, South Beach Miami. Um, may I be of service?”
There was a snooty-lookin’ older black woman behind the counter lookin’ down her nose at me. “Umm. I’d like your biggest suite please.”
“Ma’am, that would be the Ritz-Carlton Suite, it’s approximately four thousand dollars per night.”
I didn’t see this bitch’s fingers movin’. “Okay.” I just stared at her blankly, and her dumb stuck-up ass just kept lookin’ at me. Reachin’ into my duffle bag I peeled off twenty Gs and laid the cash on the counter with the fake ID I had made before I left Virginia. I didn’t think I’d seen strippers snatch up paper fast as that bitch scraped that shit up off the counter. I laughed—money always talks. But, shit, that was already twenty that I’d just dropped and it was only for a few days. I was gonna need to hustle that shit back, and fast.
“Here is your key. Brighton, will you show Ms. Lacroix to her room?”
It was weird as fuck hearing someone call me by that name. Kita, the girl who helped get me the ID, said it a few times out loud so I’d know how to pronounce it and I’d guess I’d forgotten since then. The desk clerk snapped her fingers and some redheaded white guy appeared beside me in the same uniform as the guy who held the door. He tried to take my bag but I refused, jerking it closer to my side. Fuck that—all my money was up in there and I had a death grip on it. Seein’ that, he shrugged and led me to the elevator up to the fifteenth floor where he unlocked my door and showed me into my suite. I wasn’t gonna tip his ass at first because I ain’t have change for a hundred, but then I remembered when mu’fuckas used to say that shit to me when I was dancin’ and I’d be thinkin’, You knew you was comin’ up in here so why you ain’ get change first? Plus Rah used to always say to take good care of workin’ men and women—waitresses, bus boys, bartenders and shit—’cause you never knew when you’d need ’em.
“Thank you so very much, Ms. Lacroix.” His wrist went up in the air, and he had this cute little singy voice. Aww, he’s fam, I thought, immediately feelin’ homesick. I used to love goin’ to the drag shows up in Nutty Buddy’s an’ watchin’ the queens go in on some songs. They’d be on stage in heels, makeup, an’ dresses, killin’ it.
“Now look, this is for our exclusive VIP Ritz guests. I usually don’t give it out because they worry me to death. Press this little button and talk into the light-up part and tell me what you need and Brighton will be your personal genie.” He handed me the little silver radio and sashayed out of the room.
Lookin’ around I’d neva’ seen anything like this shit before. To go from the life I lived, basically sellin’ myself on stage dancin’ and sweatin’ my ass off for a bunch of strangers, to bein’ locked up an’ sittin’ in a cell and still having not a damn thing to show for it, to where I was now. Lookin’ out a window at white sand an’ clear blue ocean wit’ more money in my hand than I’d ever seen or made in my entire life was a sign that I was on the right path. This shit was fuckin’ bananas. I laughed like I was twelve again and jumped up on the infinity-somethin’ cloud bed, sending all the pillows and the blue and gold Egyptian cotton 2,000-thread-count sheets flyin’ everywhere. The entire room was decorated in blues and golds and I felt like Cleopatra sittin’ in my empire beside the beach.
Tired, I fell out on my back and closed my eyes. Inhaling deep, I took in the smells of the ocean from the large balcony doors, citrus and coconut, and . . . ugh, my funky ass.
* * *
After my shower I decided to explore. I took $4,000 wit’ me along wit’ the Star-Trek-lookin’-ass communicator Brighton gave me an’ locked the rest of the cash up in the safe. The hotel was like a damn mini resort. I stopped and bought myself a cute li’l black an’ tan swimsuit outta the gift shop an’ went lookin’ for the hot tub so I could relax and think. First thing I needed to do was get my ass some clothes. It was a good thing where I was goin’ was away from the main lobby and all the guests. The Jacuzzi was in its own area closed off from the main pool. I was crushed when I got in there an’ saw the OUT OF ORDER sign on the door. Looked like I’d have to settle for either sittin’ in the steam room or the sauna that was right behind it. I poked my head into the sauna first and cringed. The heat was so dry it damn near made my nose bleed so, of course, I picked the steam room. I sat down an’ the machine scared the fuck outta me when it cut on fillin’ the room wit’ steam. The smell reminded me of Vicks VapoRub, but it was still relaxing. It was makin’ so much noise and there was so much steam in the room I couldn’t hear or see outside the glass doors. When the steam finally stopped I froze at the sound of the voices outside.
“So we gonna meet wit’ ’em at the bah an’ then what?”
“And then you’s follow my lead. He shows us the dope, we show ’em the cash, but we ain’ givin’ that Guido fuck nothin’. We gonna take his shit an’ dead his bitch ass.”
“What if he don’t let it go that easy or he put up a fight?”
“What da ya mean, what if he don’t let it go? We make him let it the fuck go. We take this shit tonight and we, you an’ me, run this shit. This tan, Botox, and tits city will be ours by morning. Bosses don’t get made; bosses make themselves. You mark me on that shit.”
I stayed my ass as still as possible in that damn steam room. I felt like I was gonna pass out an’ hoped they ain’ keep talkin’ too much longer, but I’d rather die from the steam than from the hands of whoever those two mu’fuckas was. I waited until it got completely quiet before I felt like it was okay to leave. My head was spinnin’ from the heat an’ I ain’ know if I was even gonna make it back to my room, but damn that shit was crazy. I shook my head. Who the fuck was them two fools tryin’ to set up? That sounded like some straight up VA-dope-boy bullshit. I tell you what—ain’t no sunshine in the damn dope game. The game stay on some shady shit no matta where you think you at or what side you on.
I made it to my room, thankful they had cookies an’ shit in the lobby; it gave me just enough energy to stop at a boutique I’d noticed earlier to grab a few outfits so I’d have something to wear for dinner. I changed and went downstairs to one of the hotel restaurants to get a steak or something before my ass passed out and to look an’ see what kind of strip clubs they had in the area. Damn, I ain’t wanna go back to strippin’, but I’d have to start somewhere. I was halfway done with my carne asada fries and jumbo mango margarita when I recognized the voices I’d heard earlier. They were sitting directly behind me, talkin’ business at the bar. Turning slightly in my seat I glanced over my shoulder. I couldn’t see their faces. I could only see the clean-cut dark-haired white boy they was talkin’ to. My heart went out to him—poor dude, he ain’t have no idea what he was in for.
“So you meet us an’ you ain’ bring shit, mudafucka?”
“Maybe. Right now, you ain’t showin’ me enough to make a ten dolla’ hooka’ give you a second glance, figli di puttana. I got it, just not here.”
I remembered hearin’ those words a few times from the Italian chicks up in prison. This dude jus’ sat there an’ not only insulted ’em, but he called these dudes “motherfuckers” to their faces. I listened for a few seconds; he was a cocky li’l somebody, reminded me of my baby. Damn, that could have been Rah—doin’ some shit tryin’ to make money wit’ me at home waitin’ on his ass an’ these bitch-ass mu’fuckas was tryin’ to take him for everything he was worth. Dead his ass and walk away with everything he’d worked for.
I had to do something. I pulled out the little radio and put the earpiece in so I could call Brighton. Damn why didn’t this shit come with fuckin’ instructions? It took me a second to figure it out, but I finally got that shit.
“How may I help you, Ms. Lacroix?”
“Brighton, enough wit’ that Ms. Lacroix shit. Jus’ call me Honey—I need a favor.” I held the earpiece in my ear, tryin’ to keep my voice as low as possible.
“I’m in the Lapidus Lounge. Come get the guy at the bar. He’s wearin’ the green an’ black striped shirt. The one talkin’ to the two guys. Tell him he has a phone call in the main lobby.”
“Okay, Ms. Honey. You talking about the cute li’l thang who came in with them grey eyes. I’m on it. I’ll be right there.”
I laid some money on the table an’ went up to the front desk an’ waited. When he walked out I grabbed his arm an’ pulled him over into one of the side hallways.
“Them guys you talkin’ to, they gon’ take whatever it is you sellin’ an’ they gonna kill yo’ ass. So if I was you—I’d leave now.”
The mu’fucka actually laughed dead in my face. “I’m sorry. Excuse me for bein’ so rude, beautiful, and who are you again?”
He was still chucklin’, and all I could think was that this fool had to be dumb or straight-up crazy before answerin’ him. “I’m nobody. Don’t you worry ’bout all that. Did you hear what I jus’ said?”
“Yes, gorgeous, I heard you.” He looked around before leanin’ down close to my ear like he had a secret. “That’s actually the plan. They’s been fuckin’ wit’ my operation since day one, ground zero. My boys is outside and when they make they move—we gonna’ make ours. Bada boom bada bing! It’s finished.”
Well, damn, I thought, so much for tryin’ to help; men always thinkin’ they got they shit together.
“So once again I’m askin’ who’s this li’l guardian angel who woulda saved my life, if it’d needed savin’?”
I looked up into the clearest grey eyes that I’d ever seen in my life an’ all I could think was, Damn, his eyes is sexy as fuck. “Once upon a time, my name was Honey.”
And that’s how I met King Angelo Testa, the boss of Miami.