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“Really, Chantel? This what the fuck you on? Where the fuck have you been, and what the fuck happened to you calling me back?” I asked her.
When she tried to walk away, I stood up and grabbed her by her arm. I was not about to let her ass slip away again. She looked like she was living life with no fuckin’ problems, and here I am fuckin’ struggling, going damn crazy in that damn hotel room.
“What you’re going to do right now, is get your shit and follow me the fuck outside. Please don’t make a damn scene or I will be forced to hurt your ass,” I said, nastily into her ear.
“I can’t just leave, Tracy. I have no one else to relieve me! I promise that when I get off, I’ll have a car take me back over to the motel where you are,” she said, not even trying to make herself sound convincing.
“Bitch, your ass is all out of fuckin’ promises. The last time you promised me some shit, I never heard back from your ass. So, let’s fuckin’ go. Now!” I barked at her and she jumped.
I let her go and watched as she bent down and picked up her purse from under the counter and then she came around the bar. I was the only one sitting over there, so nobody saw what was going on. It was a Wednesday night, so the club really didn’t have a lot happening.
“Look and walk as normal as possible, I don’t want anybody to think that I’m up to something,” I said, putting my hands on her waist and squeezing very hard.
I wanted her to know that this shit wasn’t a fuckin’ game. I couldn’t even scare her ass with a fuckin’ gun because number one, I didn’t have one, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to bring that shit inside the club.
We made it outside and hurriedly walked through the parking lot to get to my car. I cursed myself for parking all the way in the back because had I been in the front, we would have made it to the car already.
“Chantel, where you going?” a deep voice called out, but I kept walking like I hadn’t heard it. She tried to turn around but I shoved her, letting her know to keep walking.
“Chantel, where the fuck is you going? You can’t just fuckin’ leave. Your ass is supposed to be in there fuckin’ working,” he barked again.
When I turned around, ready to knock this nigga out, I suddenly remembered that beard. This was the nigga who she had left with that night.
“Yeah, well she quit! She doesn’t want to fuckin’ work here anymore. She has other jobs that she could be doing and making way more money than the minimum wage that she’s getting here,” I said, speaking up for Chantel and pushing her behind me.
“Why does something in the back of my mind tell me that you’re Tracy? Dude that was blowing her up when she came home with me that night. That’s a fuckin’ woman that’s standing behind you, not some fuckin prostitute! Chantel, go back inside!” he said to her and reached in the back of his suit and pulled a gun.
My eyes damn near bucked out of my sockets because I just knew that when I died, it would be because Quan had finally caught up to me.
“Don’t kill him, Davion! I know that Quan would want to be the one to do it after what we did to his daughter,” I heard this bitch say.
Shit, if Quan was going to kill me, he needed to kill her ass too because she helped with the shit. As a matter of fact, it was her fuckin’ idea. I swear, bitches ain’t shit.
“This nigga came into the club the other night, called you all type of bitches and hoes, and you worrying about what the fuck he wants still? Take your ass in the club while I handle this nigga,” he told her.
He kept his gun trained on me as he watched Chantel disappear inside the club. We were standing all the way in the back of the parking lot, and it was just the two of us.
“I’m only killing your ass because I know for a fact that you would have laid hands on her tonight. The first night I brought her home with me, as soon as all that makeup came off of her face, I saw the black eye that you had given her. We need less people like you walking around this bitch! Any last words before I kill your ass?” he asked.
I chuckled and spit on the floor. “Yeah, make sure you ask Chantel for some head from time to time because that bitch can suck a mean di—”
POW! POW! POW! POW!
I never even got the chance to finish what I was saying because a few seconds later, it was nothing but straight bullets piercing my body.
Chapter 9: Toya
Two Months Later
“Good morning, everybody. As you all know, my name is Latoya Diaz, and not only is this my company, but it’s also yours! I want us to think of this team as a family because we all share the same goal, which is selling houses. Two hundred. I want all of you to keep that number in your head because at the end of every year, I want that to be the number of houses that each and every one of you sell. I’m going to let you all get to work in a minute, but there’s just a few things that I would like to address first.
“Being a buyer’s agent was a passion for me ever since I was in high school, and I knew that this is what I wanted to do with my life once I graduated college. I say that to say, if this isn’t your passion, please do not waste my time or yours. If someone in your life put the idea in your head that this is something that you should do, again, do not waste my time. This is a business and it’s going to take a lot of added attention to detail, and also commitment to great customer service.”
I stood in the middle of my conference room, looking around at the twenty employees that I had hired. I had the best of the best on my team, and I knew for sure that without a doubt that we would be the best team in town and shut down Miller’s with no questions asked. This is what I loved to do, and I was trying to make sure that I instilled that love in them too. Each and every one of these bodies that were sitting before me had already been interviewed, and clearly I was impressed with what I saw because if I wasn’t, they wouldn’t be there.
Dre had come through on his promise that the building would be done in a month, but it took about another month to get the place decorated, go through the whole hiring process, and everything else like that. It was a lot of stress, but in the end, it all turned out great.
“I’m going to wrap it up. Does anyone have questions?” I asked.
