off.
“It’s showtime, kid,” Big Lou leaned over and whispered in Free’s ear as they both watched Twin and his entourage enter.
“There go that bitch Twin fucking with. She ain’t all that!” one of the girls said as they spit venom on the girl who walked in on Twin’s arm.
Free and Big Lou focused their attention on the brown-skinned female that had entered the club with Twin. The silk Lela Rose minidress that she wore rested perfectly on her five feet seven inch frame, showing off her thick thighs and long legs. Her body glistened a healthy glow that matched her green eyes that were obviously contacts, but she rocked them well. Her hair flowed loosely, but was pulled to one side and stopped right above her perky breast line. She was perfect from the top of her head to the bottom of her French-manicured toes and to top it off, Twin was holding onto her waist as if her pussy was laced in gold. Envious vibes spread through the room instantly as every man wished he was in Twin’s shoes, and every woman wanted to be whoever the girl was. Her name instantly became “that bitch” as girls who were normally confident became insecure in their own skin.
“Damn,” was all that Free and Big Lou could say as their eyes followed the woman’s ass as she stepped up the stairs that led to the VIP lounge. Any other day Free would have made it a point to step to her, but today he was on business.
“Keep your eye on the money,” Free stated as he watched the door. From the bar, they had a clear view of almost every angle in the club. They could even see Twin and his entourage through the clear glass of the upstairs VIP window. Free smiled as he watched money continue to flow through the door. Once the club reached its maximum occupancy, a huge smile spread across Free’s face. He checked the time again. “Ten minutes to midnight,” he said to himself as he watched Twin make his way from the VIP room to the DJ booth.
“What’s good, New York?” Twin asked as he took the microphone. He had a bottle of Cristal in one hand and the microphone in the other. “I want to thank all y’all mu’fuckas for coming through and bringing the New Year in right with your boy.”
Free smiled as he listened to Twin’s slurred speech. It was obvious that he was drunk. Twin wasn’t pissy, but Free knew that he had consumed enough liquor to knock him off his square. He reached for the girl who had entered the club with him and pulled her up into the DJ’s booth. “Now everybody grab your lady and grab a glass of champagne so we can count it down,” he said.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one—happy New Year!” Twin poured Cristal into his mouth straight from the bottle and then kissed his girl sloppily on the lips. “Now let’s keep this shit going,” he yelled into the microphone.
Everybody resumed their party antics…everyone except for Free and Big Lou. They watched Twin closely. He leaned into the girl’s ear and said, “Go collect my money and take it to the back.” Twin didn’t realize that he still had the microphone in his hand. Everyone was too busy to notice the comment, but Free picked up on it.
“Go toward the bathroom and wait for the bitch to come back there,” Free instructed. Big Lou nodded and made his way to the back of the club. Free’s eyes watched intently as the girl went to the door. She was handed a backpack full of money. She then made her way to the bar and collected from there as well. This nigga getting paid from the bar too! Free thought to himself as dollar signs filled his eyes.
He looked up toward the VIP where Twin had the crowd captivated as he threw dollar bills into the air, making it rain on the crowd. He was flashing his cash. It was obvious that Twin wanted everybody to know he was paid.
Yeah, I see you, nigga, Free thought to himself.
He refocused his attention on the girl who was collecting Twin’s money. He let her step a couple feet in front of him so that it would not be obvious that he was tailing her, and then he discreetly followed her down the dark, narrow hall way. When they were halfway down the hall, Free looked back to make sure the coast was clear and then pulled his .45 from his waist and grabbed the girl from behind. He put his hand over her mouth and pulled her into an empty office where Big Lou was already waiting.
“Listen… I’m not trying to hurt you. Don’t scream; if you do, you ain’t gon’ leave me no choice. I’m just here for the money. Do you understand?” Free asked in a low voice as he whispered in her ear.
The girl nodded her head, and Free removed his hand from her mouth.
“Give me the money,” Big Lou said as he roughly snatched the backpack away from her.
“Y’all niggas must really have a death wish,” she said as she shook her head from side to side. She sucked her teeth and shifted her weight to one leg.
“What?” Free asked.
“You really think you about to make it out of this club with that cash? You must not know how Twin got his nickname. That nigga keep the twin desert eagles on him. You mu’fuckas ain’t gon’ make it three feet out this door before he put them to use.”
Free grinned at the girl’s attitude.
“You think yo’ nigga big shit, huh? He’s a pussy. I’ll put something hot in his ass. Don’t think ya’ boy the only one with heat,” Free threatened.
“Man, don’t listen to this bitch. That nigga is drunk. He won’t know what hit him until it’s too late,” Big Lou stated. They prepared to open the door to leave.
“All right, take your asses out there and get popped if you want to. He got four niggas watching each door with the pistols already locked and loaded. Twin ain’t stupid. He knew somebody was gon’ try to flex tonight. He is waiting to twist a nigga cap back. Ain’t nobody walking out of here with them backpacks tonight. How does it feel to be fucked?”
“Stop flapping yo’ dick, suckers,” Big Lou stated as he chuckled at his own joke.
“Okay…go ahead. Go for what you know, but you ain’t getting out of here tonight, at least not walking with that backpack in your hands. I take it that was your only reason for coming. So tell me, how does it feel to be fucked?”
Big Lou got heated and pushed the girl against the wall. He pointed his pistol in her face and said, “Look, you smart mouth bitch!”
Free was sure that Big Lou would put fear in the girl’s heart. His six feet four inch frame and 280 pounds intimidated most people, but to his surprise, the girl didn’t flinch.
“No, you look, nigga. The way I see it, you got one of two choices. You can either get laid out in this mu’fucka and get carried out in bags, or you can put me on, give me a cut, and I’ll carry that bag out for you.”
Big Lou released her neck and looked at Free, who was contemplating the situation.
“You Twin’s bitch. You were just parading around here on his arm. Why would you help us? How I know you ain’t setting us up?” Free asked suspiciously.
“A bitch like money,” she replied, enunciating the word bitch to let him know she didn’t appreciate being called out of her name.
“Fuck it. What you got in mind?”
Big Lou walked out of the room and walked directly up the VIP area. “Hold up. You ain’t got a pass, so you can’t get in,” a bouncer said as he noticed that Big Lou wasn’t wearing a VIP tag. Big Lou immediately got loud, causing a scene.
“Man, fuck all that! I paid money just like the rest of these niggas. Why I can’t get in there? That’s where the party at.”
“You ain’t got a tag, so you ain’t getting in!” the bouncer said more forcefully this time. Big Lou threw a punch that knocked the bouncer out cold. He pulled his gun and started waving it in the air wildly. He fired a single shot into the air, causing pandemonium to erupt throughout the club. It was the perfect distraction. Then he ducked low as he bobbed and weaved, maneuvering his way through the crowd of bodies toward the front door.
“That’s