Bitch Better Have My Money: The Honey Bee Moore Story by Quarterkey

Author:Quarterkey [Quarterkey]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Urban, Women's Fiction, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), Genre Fiction
Amazon: B014KB5JVO
Publisher: Black Bag Mafia Presents
Published: 2015-08-27T04:00:00+00:00

Act 2

“As I sit across from the beautiful Honey Bee, I’m reminded that I must continue the story as only a king could. Therefore, I will take you back to the night of Red’s party...”

–Quarter Key

“To Bee or not to Bee”

As Bee pulled away from the Yacht, she thought about how far she had come. Not even three years ago, she was tied up in someone’s basement scared for her life, to being one the most successful pimps the west coast had ever seen. Deep in thought while listening to the Kendrick Lamar’s “Good Kidd Mad City” album, she missed a call from Mack. “Fuck, Honey! Pick up, pick up,” Mack said as he sat across from her Large Estate in Palos Verdi’s California. “You reached Honey Bee... Leave it.” Mack shook his head. “Bee, they got yo’ house surrounded. The Feds is at your-”

“Freeze! Drop your phone and put your fucking hands where I can see um!” the officer yelled through the window at Mack. He raised his hands and the officers snatched the door open and flung him to the ground. Honey was riding carefree as she pulled up to a gas station and jumped out. She checked her reflection in the gold Bentley before walking into the store, and she notices her phone lighting up, so she grabbed it and walked into the store.

“Two new messages, five missed calls, from Black,” she said aloud to no one, and she then called his phone.

“Yo, Honey Bee, what’s poppin’?” the man on the other end said. She quickly hung up the phone, then listened to the message and dropped her phone while standing in the middle of the mini mart. She stood there with her hand over her mouth, then picked the phone up and called Red, but there was no answer. She called April, no answer. She called Mack’s right-hand man. “Hello, Bee. Where are you at?” he yelled into the phone. “They got Mack, Bee, they looking for you! I think the Red nigga snitched!” Honey sat frozen behind the wheel of her vehicle. “Stay away, and call me later,” he said and hung up the line.

All she could do was shake her head. “Fuck is going on?” Just as she was about to pull off, the phone rang. The name Bankroll Red... “Bee, it ain’t me, baby. I’m gonna text you an address. Put it in yo’ GPS and don’t stop driving until you get there.” Honey, not sure that she could trust Red waited for the text, input the address, and it came up Tijuana, Mexico. She sat for another few minutes and pulled off... Headed to Mexico...

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