Page 21 of Search My Soul
“I was just on my way out of here, but what’s up?” I could smell bullshit from a mile away, and something told me that she was about to lay some shit on me.
“Look, I’m only asking you because I don’t trust very many girls around here. Are you trying to make some money?” I curiously waited for her to continue.
“What exactly do you mean by that?”
“It’s a simple question. Are you trying to make some extra cash or not? If not, I can find someone else who can use a quick $30,000.” She huffed, pretending to have an attitude. I won’t lie and say the amount of money she mentioned didn’t spark my interest. I tried to play it cool, but I would be willing to do just about anything.
“I’m listening,” I replied, turning to make sure no one else was listening to this before our conversation continued. Mistyand Roulette had just left the room, so it was only the two of us left.
“Look, I’ve been fucking with this nigga for a few weeks now, and he’s paid out the ass. I was over there last week, and he had duffel bags full of money on top of all the clothes, jewelry, and shoes he had in his closet. I’m telling you now, girl, if we play our cards right, we can walk out of there with at least $30,000 apiece if not more.”
“I’m not understanding. What exactly are you trying to do?” I wasn’t agreeing to anything without having all the details. A lot of times, people would bring you an offer that sounded too good to be true, and it usually was.
“So listen. He’s been asking me for a threesome for a while now. I told him that I would see if any of my girls were down for it. However, after seeing all the money in his closet, I’m thinking of a different plan.”
“And what does this entail exactly?”
“When we’re together, we’re always drinking and smoking together. Occasionally, he’s popped a couple pills or a couple bars. The sex is out of this world, but then he usually ends up passing out for the rest of the night. I was thinking maybe we could go over there, get him good and high, and then once he passes out, we can clear him out.” I sat there, playing her words over in my head. This sounded way too easy, which meant there had to be some underlying danger that I wasn’t aware of.
“Who the hell is this man that you’re messing around with? And don’t you think it’s a little risky for you to rob him when he knows what you look like and where you live?” There’s no way she thought this through, because no one would allow thousands of dollars to go missing without trying to figure out who did it.
“First of all, he doesn’t know enough about me. I’ve never worn my real hair, and I always wear a lot of makeup everywhere. He thinks I’m a makeup artist, and he has no ideathat I work at a strip club. Hell, he thinks my name is Misty. Once I get that money, I can leave town and start planning a new life.”
“I guess that makes sense.” There was a nagging feeling in my gut telling me that this wasn’t the best idea, but desperation clouded any rational thinking. What if this was the real deal? I couldn’t afford to pass this up.
“I’m telling you, girl. It’s the perfect plan. The only reason why I’m even bringing you in on this is because you’re one of the only girls that I trust around here, and I know you could use that money. All you gotta do is throw on a blonde or red wig, and I’ll give you a name when we get there. He’ll be so distracted by how good we look that he won’t even pay attention to anything else. I’ll make sure he pops a couple pills before the night is over, get him good and drunk, then you won’t even have to fuck him.” She ran down the plan as if this wasn’t the first time she thought about it. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad one.
“And you’re sure he won’t come after you for revenge?”
“Girl, no. I could tell based on the conversations I’ve overheard that he isn’t the smartest. Besides, I’m leaving town as soon as I get that money. I’ve been saving my money for the last two years, and it’s time for a fresh start. This lick is exactly what I need to make sure I’m straight. He won’t be able to find either one of us, so you have nothing to worry about.”
“What kind of rich nigga doesn’t have cameras in his house?” If he had as much money as she said he did, then there’s no way he wasn’t taking the necessary steps to protect his assets. If he didn’t, that means he was a bigger fool than she said he was.
“He has cameras on the outside, but not on the inside. I’ve already talked to my cousin Santi, and he knows how to disable the cameras. All I have to do is break him off with a little bit of cash once we finish the job. I promise it’s gonna be in and out.” There was a sense of uneasiness that settled over me, but I triedmy best to push it to the back of my mind. Right now, I needed this money, and if this was the best way for me to get it, then I had to do what I had to do.
“When do you plan on doing this? I’m on a deadline and I really need that money.” I didn’t wanna expose my hand too much because I still didn’t know her that well. We were closer than some of the other girls, but still, I wouldn’t necessarily consider us friends.
“We can do it on Friday night if you want. All I have to do is tell him that I found a bad bitch and he’ll cancel all of his plans for us.” Taking a deep breath, I nodded in understanding. A lot of these men were stupid when it came to women. All it took was a fat ass and a pretty smile to have them emptying out their pockets or making dumb ass mistakes that could get them killed.
I’ve been around set up girls before and they would always talk about how easy it was to gain a nigga’s trust. I personally never had any interest in the game, but I never knocked their hustle. Still, there was a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that told me I needed to be careful. I was walking into a situation that I knew nothing about without any preparation or knowledge of who I was up against. This could either go very well or end very badly.
“All right. I’ll be working a late shift on Friday, but if we can do it after that, then I’m down. I’ll hit you up tomorrow to let you know for sure.”
“Okay, boo. Don’t think too hard about this. I promise this isn’t the first time I’ve been around the block, and this is easy money. I’ll hit him up and let him know that I’ll be bringing a friend after work. All you have to do is show up, and I’ll handle everything else.” I nodded in response, attempting to swallow the lump in my throat. Time wasn’t on my side, and it only heightened my desperation. This was my last hope. All I could do was pray things went according to plan.
“What’s up, old man?”
“Boy, every time you walk in my house, you’ve got something smart to say. Ain’t shit old about me besides my money and the hair on my balls.”
I chuckled as I walked further into the living room. My grandfather was getting older, but he still had his wits about him. It was one of those things that I would always appreciate.
“So, what brings you by? You said you had something important to talk about over the phone.”
“Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about that knucklehead grandson of yours. Remi.”
“What about him?”
“He’s messing up every other week. I’ve been telling you he’s not built for this life and things are getting worse. Last week, I had to run up to his house after he missed a drop off. You know how I am when it comes to money, and I am not going to play about mine. I’m coming to you because if he doesn’t get his shit together, I’m going to have to take action.”
