Free Ashley's Story: THE LAST CHAPTER by Cherie Briggins

Profit and Finesse cousin. Mark used this knowledge to
his advantage. He fucked her real good, bought her a Michael Kors bag, and gave
her two hundred dollars. Like a hood rat, she took the bait. She found out
where the brothers would be then dropped all of the information on Mark.
    Rio looked down at the yellow gold plated chronograph watch
on his wrist. He didn’t know what the outcome would be when he saw Profit and
Finesse. He was going off pure adrenaline. He did know there wouldn’t be any
shooting tonight. There were too many bystanders around.
    Rio stroked his beard while eyeing a chick who was staring
at him. Her smile was inviting but he was not interested. Rio looked at her for
a couple of seconds longer then looked away. Any other time he would’ve stepped
to her to see what was up, but not today. He wasn’t there to mingle or pick up
chicks.
    Profit and Finesse walked out of the club with a few other
niggas. Rio rubbed his hands together and stood up.
    “Just the muthafuckas I’ve been waiting for," Rio said
as he and his crew walked up to the pair.
    “Why the fuck you waiting on us? Finesse huffed angrily.
    Dylan walked up to him and stood in his face before he had a
chance to reach Rio.
    “I see you got your bodyguards,” Finesse sneered, only
inches away from Dylan’s face.
    Finesse smiled when he saw that Dylan hadn’t flinched. Like
a man ready for war, Dylan’s eyes never wavered.
    “So what’s up nigga? We got problems?” Profit asked. .
    “You already know what it is,” Rio stated. “You know what
the fuck this about .You’ve been doing shit trying to get my attention and now
you got it.”
    Profit nodded his head. “You’re right, youngin. I’ve been
doing little shit to fuck with y’all niggas. Take y’all asses back to New York.
This is our home. Y’all just visiting and the visit is just about up.”
    “Hold up; did you just call me young?” Rio asked. He was
baffled. “Young? I’m a grown ass man and you know exactly the problems I’m
talking about. I heard you disrespecting females. You need to be careful who
you talk slick at the mouth to. You never know who they’re affiliated with.”
    Profit had a look on his face as if he was trying to figure
out who he was talking about. He disrespected so many women on a daily basis
that he had no clue who Rio was referring to.
    “In the mall a while back, you came slick out the mouth to
my family.”
    “I smoke too much weed and I got too much going on to
remember some shit I said to a female in a mall,” Profit said.
    Mark stepped beside Rio and pulled up his shirt to reveal
his Smith and Wesson.
    “Nah, Mark. There are too many witnesses for that gunplay
right now. These niggas gon’ feel it soon though,” Rio said.
    “Nigga making threats. Better be sure you can keep 'em,”
Finesse barked heatedly. .
    Rio stared at Finesse. “I always keep my promises.”
    Rio was heated and he was done talking. He wanted action and
since he couldn’t let his gun talk, he was going to have to find another way to
release his tension. He stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head. He was
ready to see what the little nigga’s hands were about.
    “Rowdy niggas are usually the worse kind. Can’t do shit
without that heat."
    Profits lip curled in anger. “You really trying to see what
this handwork ‘bout, boy?”
    Without saying another word, he pulled his shirt off roughly
and handed it to Finesse before flicking his chin with his thumb.
    Minutes ago, Profit was tipsy. Now it was as if he’d never
taken a drink at all. The only thing on his mind was Rio’s blood.
    Ashley and Royce pushed through the crowd to see what all of
the commotion was about. Ashley noticed Mark and Dylan first. Then her eyes
landed on Rio and Profit, shirtless, standing face to face. Ashley didn’t want
Rio fighting Profit’s hooligan ass. She wanted to march in front of Rio, take
his arm, and make him leave with her but she knew he wouldn’t do