Free Heist 2 by Kiki Swinson Page B

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    â€œListen, man, it’s all good. What matters is I came through for myself and I’m back and even better than before,” I lied, cracking a halfhearted smirk.
    â€œYeah, see. I knew shit would work out. And word . . . I was about to ask how you got that paper up,” Billy said with a surprised look on his face. “I heard your wife was playing that grimy role and bounced out with Jock and shit . . . a shame. I always did think Shannon was loose like that. Beautiful girl, but she used to flirt with all us niggas,” Billy said, like he felt sorry for me. His conversation had just took a turn that it shouldn’t have. I was going to let the nigga enjoy his entire night, but now it was time to put shit into play. I had had enough of his lip service and his lies. In my book niggas like Billy didn’t deserve second chances because there was always going to be a need for a third . . . a fourth . . . and so on. He was one of those can’t-give-a-nigga-an-inch type of dudes.
    â€œI think any one of us could’ve tapped that shit out here, man. I was real mad when I found out she was with Jock . . . I’m saying how she gon’ leave you sick like that?” Billy went on, rubbing it in. His words felt like open-handed slaps to my face.
    I bit down into my jaw and put my glass on the table. My ears were ringing and suddenly a cloud of red shaded my vision. It took everything inside of me not to jump up and fuck Billy up. I gave the eye signal to the chick from the club that I had hired. She sauntered over and grabbed Billy by the hand. I was smart enough to get at Billy with something I knew he couldn’t resist: pussy.
    â€œAye, papi . . . you told me you would have a private . . . just me and you,” the chick named Emmy said, licking her lips seductively. “I’ve been waiting for you all night, papi . . . I’m not that patient. C’mon,” she pressed Billy with a sexy groan bubbling up from her throat. Emmy resembled Shannon a lot. They both had that Halle Berry mixed chick thing going on. I chose her because she had the kind of beauty that made me want to fuck her myself.
    â€œMmmm, damn, mami, I would but my manz just got home,” Billy said, licking his lips like he wanted to fuck her on the spot.
    â€œNah. Don’t turn down this beauty for me, nigga. I’ll be around. Shit, I would leave yo ass sitting here in a minute if she was trying to get at me,” I said, laughing. “Go on get ya shit taken care of, man. This beauty is not to be passed up,” I urged. Billy seemed glad that I was letting him off the hook. He had probably grown tired of copping pleas to me about why he didn’t assist me anyway.
    â€œA’ight, man . . . I won’t be gone all night,” Billy said as Emmy pulled him up from the couch by his hand. She was leading him away and I was thinking, You heading to your last piece of pussy ever.
    As Emmy and Billy both turned their backs and headed into one of the private champagne rooms, Emmy turned around and winked at me. I guess the ten stacks I paid her was appreciated. In my assessment that kind of paper kept her off the pole all night and would be a lot of money for what was going to be slight work for her. I loved a ride-or-die chick like that. Emmy was the kind of chick I thought Shannon would be.
    I eased myself back on the leather couch in the VIP section and took advantage of Billy’s high-end liquor stash with a satisfied grin on my lips. It was about twenty minutes before I heard the eruption of screams and watched the award-winning acting that took place after. Emmy should’ve won an Emmy award for her acting. Hah! The irony in that statement.
    â€œOh my God!!! He had a seizure or a heart attack or something! Help me!!” Emmy screamed, running through the VIP section and out into the club, holding her bare breasts. She had what appeared to be real terror etched on her face and