Nikki…
‘We are the best, there’s nothing we can’t handle. We run this shit, haters wish they could be us.’ I just keep chanting crazy shit over and over in my head. I know we have resources that stretch as far as overseas. Of course there are things that I haven’t been completely honest with Brock about but damn after the stuff I just found out about him, it’s safe to say that we both have a secret life. At least on some level it could actually look like we have legit reasoning behind SOME of the things we do that some might find gruesome or strange. Most of the time there is always a reason for people to do what they do, not saying it’s right but it is what it is in some instances.
“Are you happy Nicole?” Deanna asked out of the blue. I looked at her strangely. “I mean REALLY happy?” I looked at her for a minute to gauge exactly where she was coming from with this questioning.
“Honestly Deanna, I couldn’t be happier with the life I am building with Brock.” I said with the first genuine smile since all this mess has popped off. “Why do you ask?”
“Just wanted to be sure, you know I look at you girls sometimes as if you physically came from me. As if I birthed you girls and raised you to be the beautiful young women you are today.” Deanna said shaking her head sadly to get rid of past memories. I know she is having flashbacks to her daughter that was taken because of a deal her stupid husband made and couldn’t make good on it. Deanna’s husband was an investment banker who had a slight gambling problem.
Actually slight would be a huge understatement; this fool would gamble off anything he got his hands on, maybe even his own mama. The problem wasn’t with the gambling though, it was with the losing. He got involved with the wrong type of people and they made a deal for him to make some quick cash. He jumped on it without a moment of doubt or hesitation just because the deal just sounded so sweet. These particular people wanted him to scope out potential young ladies for pickup that wouldn’t be missed until it was too late.
At first, according to him he refused but they threatened to take his own daughter for payment of his debts if he didn’t provide, so he went along with it. It’s been rumored that after a while he became enthralled with the business and with the revenue it raked in, soon he wanted a piece of the action. Why not it seemed easy enough? What harm was it really doing? It’s not like he knew the missing girls personally.
The normal delivery person that was to move these young girls from point A to B was unavailable for whatever reason, so he was then responsible for bringing the packages to the appointed places. He told his wife he was going across country on a business trip when the unexpected happened, he got caught. The people he worked for considered that as an unacceptable reason since they already made a deal, received payment, and had no intentions of returning the funds. His wife was mortified of the events that her husband’s crude acts were made public knowledge. She was constantly ridiculed and frowned upon although she had nothing to do with his extracurricular activities. Society doesn’t see that or take that into consideration before they start pointing the finger and placing blame.
But alas that ain’t the lick that killed old dick, because the one who purchased the previous package never received his merchandise, his former employers took the next best thing. Their 15 year old daughter was taken from their suburban home one afternoon when she arrived from school. Deanna was in a meeting with an attorney to figure out her options and what could she do to exonerate herself to unfreeze the funds held by the FBI to pay bills. She had no clue her daughter was being abducted to pay a debt that her no good husband had signed up for. By the time she arrived at her now empty house, she receives a collect call from the no good soon to be ex-husband with news that in fact their daughter is gone for his past sins. Deanna tried and tried to find any leads to recover her daughter but unfortunately the trail was as cold as dry ice. The FBI was no help in finding anything and mysteriously her sorry excuse for a husband was murdered in his cell the next night.
“Yeah we know. I really want to thank you for coming here to aid in getting Jazz back. I know this is super hard for you.” I said.
“You know I would do anything for you girls. You all have helped so much over the past four years with different jobs I needed done to at least bring closure or relief to other families.” She said sadly.
“Ladies, ladies…” Déjà chirped as she walked back into the condo.
“How did it go?”
“Smooth sailing baby…” She said in a type of sing-song of voice.
“What happened?”
“Girl, this big lanky dude walks in and if I didn’t already know I could defend myself I would have been intimidated. The power of the pussy I tell you… If he was thinking with his top brain he would have smelled a setup but oh no, this nigga walks in with a straight let me beat the pussy down or I will beat you down mindset. They let it be known that when he makes arrangements there his first request is to get a new girl. My guess is thinking that he can break her in properly or at least in his sick head. The madam set me up in the nice room with a stripper pole in the middle so I bought myself sometime by swaying my ass for him. Unlucky for me that bastard doesn’t drink so drugging him that way was out so I had to get physical with him. By the time I got in real good with the strip tease, I was giving him a lap dance that had his ass in a trance. I had to step out of my norm and actually involve myself in some tongue action. I hope I don’t end up with MONO, but anyway…” We started laughing at the off the wall comment. That fool is crazy.
“Anyway, if he wasn’t the intended target I might have given him some play on an ordinary day cause he was some kind of fine. And the tongue action, dammit Gina, he could have ate the hell out of these cookies.” We laughed again. “Sorry so off topic, anyway thanks to the Madam or somebody there put a nice syringe with enough medicine to sedate a horse. While I was kissing his neck near the pressure point that makes the strongest man’s senses go berserk, I bit down just enough to distract him when I inserted the needle. He didn’t freak out because he thought it was still my naughty foreplay. Oh well he was out like a light being so caught up with a little grinding on his monster… Shit my bad off topic again.” This heffa was on one for real.
“You must need to be laid, badly.” Megan suggested.
“Girl so very bad, I need to be knocked off seven ways from Sunday, HARD AND FAST!” Déjà said sprawling out on the floor. We continued to laugh at her antics because although neither she nor Megan wanted a steady relationship, they have their little trysts to get their rocks off. They are worse than some dudes.
“You girls are crazy.” Deanna said. Knowing full well she can’t talk because she still gets her rocks off as a popular Madam around her parts. She runs one of the cleanest brothels this side of Vegas’ Rabbit Ranch or whatever it’s called. She has been underground for so long that some think she committed suicide after her daughter’s disappearance and her husband’s mysterious death. I have heard through the grapevine that some people even assume that the upscale brothel is run by someone of the other persuasion; they have no idea because they never meet the Madam.
She has eyes and ears everywhere but the customers don’t need to know that. Even though she runs a whore house for lack of better words, she is completely legit. The girls have a choice to be there and it’s not by force, so on the side she assists in finding lost girls or in some cases snatched up girls for the illegal slave trade. In many cases she has been able to prevent a trade from even taking place, that’s where we come in at.
“Heads up ladies, I think we have a bite on the line.” Deanna said pulling out her ringing blackberry. “What do you have for me?” She asked whomever she was speaking with. After a few more yes and no’s she hung up with a blank expression. That’s the only thing I have always admired about Deanna she has one hellava poker face.
“This Arab individual has accepted an offer for Jazmine.” She said. We waited patiently for her to complete the rest of her thought before she continued. “Arrangements are being made for pickup by yours truly as we speak.” She said with a smirk. We blew out a much needed breath. We were almost done, half way home.
“Thank you, this is almost over.” Rae exclaimed. She has been so quiet which I can understand why honestly.
“As we speak he is looking at half of the asking price being drafted into his off shore account. What he is too dumb to realize is that he will never be able to touch it. As soon as we have Jazmine it will cancel out taking what money is already in there as well.” She said typing on her laptop. “As a matter of fact he has roughly 2.5 million in that account as we speak.” She added.
“Hot damn…” We exclaimed.
“Y’all are good!” Rae added out of the blue.
“Why thank you dear heart…” She said with a smile. “I love what I do; and I kinda love what I have become. I just hate how I got here.” Deanna sullenly added.
“Well we all have a past that we wish we could run away from or change but it made us who we are today so…” Rae said and we all nodded. That couldn’t be truer. If we put all of our colorful pasts up in the air, the rainbow would be put to shame.
“But on a high note, I have a girl on the inside as well. I didn’t want to get your hopes up before I knew for sure she was there with her.”
“Who?”
“Amber.”
“Thank God. She can protect my girl until we can get there.”
“Gwen and Nikki how are the babies?” Deanna asked.
“They are great, busy though.” I said.
“He is so special. I just want to hold him and kiss him all the time. I hope that feeling never goes away.” Gwen said.
“Umm, I thought we were talking about DJ not BIG D.” Megan joked and Gwen threw a pillow at her.
“Right, I was wondering the same thing.” Déjà said rolling her eyes.
“Ha, very funny. You all will see one day how we are feeling about having your own family.” Gwen said.
“Nah, I’m good.” Déjà said.
“I know right, I don’t think that’s what I want outta life to be honest.” Megan said.
“I’m good just being an Auntie right now.” Déjà said. “If things change later, ok fine I will roll with the punches but until then…” She added shaking her head from side to side.
“You will one day, just wait.” Deanna added with a far off look. Then she got a phone call. “This is Sheena y’all.” She announced.
“Ok go ahead Sheena; I have you on speaker phone.” She said. We all gave a chorus of hellos.
“Hey ladies, it’s been a minute. Shopping trip coming up soon so we can catch up, I hope. I know you heffa’s been up to no good.” Sheena said and then laughed. We joined in because we have been quite busy.
“Girl stop, you know we are angels.” I said.
“SHIT, girl who the hell you fooling, even your husband knows you ain’t wrapped too tight…” She joked causing everyone to shake with laughter.
“I know the hell you ain’t talking, we work together remember.” I retorted.
“Oh yeah, well…” She couldn’t come back on that one.
“That’s what I thought. Anyway what you got for us?”
“Ok, so I found out that the dude Step aka Stephan (pronounced Ste-fan), by the way that name sounds gay as hell, he isn’t too happy with his boss. So I put a little bug in that nigga’s ear to make him turn on the leader.” She said. “I called his phone anonymously. He was skeptical at first but obviously he already had his doubts because he soon started eating it up. And he is supposed to be the snake finder… Pssshhh! Straight garbage truck juice…”
“How did you get to him like that?” Megan asked.
“Girl I told him that his boss was about to sneak behind his back to make a nice profit. I also told him that my employer had me trace all of Arab’s associates so we could be sure we had nothing to worry about. I pumped his head up making him think we may want him to switch sides and come work for us. YEA RIGHT!” Sheena said.
“That’s great so he will be more than willing to fudge up this little operation all for the love of money.”
“Greed is the number one killer of an organization no matter what kind of business they’re involved with.”
“TRUE.”
“Attention ladies…” Deanna called out to break conversation. “We now have a pickup time. He wants me to meet him at 6:30 PM on the outskirts of town.” She announced.
“Shit that means he is panicking. That’s not the way this was supposed to go. We have to alert Brock.”
“Calm yourself ma, remember we got this deal in the bag now. We have the upper hand. Fuck them grimy nigga’s.” Sheena boasted.
“Everything is under control honey, Brock and his team will be made aware. Sheena I am forwarding you the directions to the pickup location.”
“Those coordinates you just sent leads to a farm out in the middle of nowhere. So it’s secluded enough for what you need done.” Sheena added.
“Alright thanks.” Deanna replied.
“Well it’s been real ladies but I gotta bounce. Gotta man to tend to, he thinks I’m talking to my editor that’s why I needed privacy. Poor Matt… Anyway bye chica’s!” We laughed as Sheena hung up.
“That’s settled what do you need us to do?” I asked.
“Nothing I will bring Jazz back without a scratch.”
“No doubt…”
“So what are we going to do about the little birdie in the room?” Rae asked.
“Oh yeah, I think it’s time me and Mr. Eric had a little chit-chat.” Deanna said. I didn’t even ask how she knew anything about our little snitch cause I don’t remember telling her about him, just his name.
“I’ll get him.” Megan said. She returned with a half awake Eric looking around the room with a twinge of fear in his eyes.
“Eric, have a seat, I have some information for you and then we will decide what to do with you.” She started. He nodded.
“First I want to say although late as hell, it was wise of you to seek out my girls to tell them what you knew to get the ball rolling a lot quicker than we anticipated. The information you provided was helpful. I am very saddened to know the circumstances for the reason you were involved in this mess to begin with. Possessing the motherly quality, I must say how repulsive it was for your mother to sell her only son to those monsters like that.” She stopped to let that information sink in before she continued. “Do you happen to know where your mother is at the moment?”
“No ma’am, Arab told me she would be safe as long as I followed through with his plan. Meaning they wouldn’t just kill her in my face. When he said I would be free and my mother’s debt would have been fulfilled after they completed their task, I figured I would be able to find her to try and get her some help.” He solemnly said. I want to feel sorry for him so bad; I can’t help but feel I am betraying my family by doing so. Stupid motherly instincts I just want to protect him now.
“I’m sorry to break the news to you dear heart, but she passed away 6 months ago.”
“What but how…” He started and trailed off. His face was filled with gloom.
“I do my research and I even have the location of where she was buried. I not only have the death certificate but there was a positive I.D. on the body. It was a brutal attack to her body caused by several hostile men. It’s been rumored that she had gotten clean and was working for Malik Hardin aka Arab as a stripper. I have word from another one of his girls that she was working for him to assure your safety. About a year ago she had become clean, she went to Arab wanting to make any kind of arrangement to keep you from having to endure his world any longer. He told her she had to work for him anyway he saw fit and he would move you away to keep you safe but she couldn’t have any contact with you. She agreed but as you can see you both were deceived.” If I didn’t feel sorry for him before I definitely do now. From the looks on everyone’s face in here we were all in the same motherly boat with our feelings towards Eric right now. Even though he is still partly to blame that they got their grimy hands on our baby girl, he was also just a pun in this crooked crews schemes.
“I’m so sorry. If I would have known sooner…” He began to shed silent tears.
“We know and we will get Jazzy back.” Rae surprised us all by saying. We were probably all thinking the same thing but we just didn’t express it.
“And kill all of those bastards so they won’t be coming after you or anyone else.” I added.
“I don’t deserve your sympathy.” He said with his head down. Nobody said anything we just let everything soak in. Soon Jazz will be saved and those assholes will be punished to the fullest. We can all go back home. Eric on the other hand, I have to figure out what to do with him. Do I convince Brock to let him live or let his fate be left up to my revenge seeking spouse?