Filthy Rich-Part 2 by Kendall Banks

Author:Kendall Banks [Banks, Kendall]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781934230527
Amazon: 1934230529
Publisher: Life Changing Books
Published: 2015-02-15T05:00:00+00:00

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Escorted by several goons, Chetti and Mac made their way through the mansion to Chavez's pool deck. Sitting beside the in-ground pool and underneath a beautiful night sky, he sat at a table staring at a chessboard. He'd played with countless opponents across the planet. But he always found the most enjoyment playing with himself.

"Chavez," Chetti said when she saw him.

Smiling and standing from the table, he opened his arms. "Chetti, so glad you could make it."

The two embraced.

"Please have a seat," he told her. “You haven’t aged a bit,” he said with a kiss-ass grin.

She sat across from him allowing the chessboard to be between them. Mac stood nearby, chest out…face stern as if he were a match for Chavez’s goons.

"I see you still find enjoyment in your favorite pastime," she said, looking at the chessboard.

"Keeps me on my toes."

"Of course."

"A drink?"

"My favorite would be nice."

Chavez signaled for a servant to make her a drink at the nearby wet bar. “Tequila, straight up,” he told them.

Chetti grinned.

"I see jail could do nothing to lessen your beauty," he complimented her.

"Not a jail or a situation on earth that can break me down."

He nodded.

The servant handed Chetti her drink. After taking a sip, she looked across the table and said, "So you said you had something to tell me?"

"Yes."

"Well?"

Dressed in Prada trousers and blouse, she crossed her legs.

Dressed in a polo styled short sleeve, black Gucci slacks and Ferragamo loafers, he did the same.

"How much do you know about this Nessa girl?" he asked.

Chetti wasn't surprised to hear Nessa's name come from Chavez's mouth. In fact, it was just what she wanted to hear. "Enough to know that I don't like the bitch. But for now, she is serving a purpose."

"A purpose?”

"Yes, a purpose. Brandon, did tell you my plan, right?" Chetti was getting pissed.

“Uh, plan? I’m confused.”

Mac could see smoke damn near about to come from Chetti’s nose and mouth. Her entire disposition had changed.

“So, Brandon told you nothing about how I wanted you to handle Nessa?”

Chavez smiled. He knew Chetti was devious. He knew she was selfish. Those two things were going to lead to Nessa's death. He was sure of it. When fucking with Chetti, the devil wasn't the only heartless muthafucka that wears Prada.

"I haven’t seen Brandon since the first day he brought Nessa here.”

Chetti’s head spun around so quick her neck snapped. “Mac, you kill that muthafucker! No more chances!”

Mac nodded from the corner.

“So?" Chavez asked curiously, “Tell me what Brandon didn’t do that you’d like me to do? You know I owe you my life.”

Chetti allowed a slight smile to slip from the side of her mouth as she explained how she wanted to benefit from all of Nessa’s hard work and grind in the streets. “ Every time she makes money, I make more.”

“Indeed.” Chavez nodded.

“And that fuckin’ Luke, when the snitching-ass son of a bitch calls, you let me know. I’m certain he’ll try to check in on his little whore.”

“Consider it done.

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