Mafia Princess 2: by Joy Deja King & Michelle Monay

Author:Joy Deja King & Michelle Monay [King, Joy Deja & Monay, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: streetlit3, UFS2
ISBN: 9780984332557
Amazon: 0984332553
Publisher: A King Production
Published: 2011-12-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

It was Labor Day Weekend and the black-tie affair was just right for the rules of the holiday, except members of the Milano family wore all-white everything and everything about them rang long money. Club Mansion was jammed packed as hip-hop blared out of the speakers and Semaj’s dominant squad was in attendance. She had invited her valued business acquaintances from all regions of the country to come party with her and the turnout was unbelievable. Real boss niggas and fly ass bitches were in the building to show love.

Rose and Louis XIII flowed freely in the exclusive VIP section as Semaj, Sosa and Jah-Jah danced by their private tables. As they partied like they were socialites, the rest of the girls played the cut with their hands close to their bangers, never indulging in the theatrics, while armed henchmen were scattered throughout the club. It had been months since they had partied, business had been just that hectic. Then dealing with the war against the Jamaicans, made shit extra crazy, but Semaj thought it would be a good idea to get everyone together in a relaxed environment. She figured the event would allow people to have a nice time while she also reached out to potential buyers.

Six months into the dope game, Semaj was getting paid. She had flipped through millions and was stacking plenty paper. It felt great to be placed on a pedestal so high, and although she played her position low-key, Semaj always shined like a rock star and even made the most confident look like duds. Her hair was pulled high off her face in a sophisticated bun and the Chanel sheathe block dress and pearl-encrusted stilettos made every girl in the club green with envy, but little did they know she was the connect and pretty much the reason their men were able to eat.

The three women walked over to the balcony and noticed Bonjo chopping it up with a few dudes. Semaj smiled as she watched her uncle interact like a boss. It didn’t matter wherever they went, Bonjo received celebrity treatment and he didn’t care about being on-scene because his reputation was brutal and everyone had heard of the things that he had done to those who crossed him. Where is he going? Jah-Jah thought as an eerie feeling passed over her. She watched as Bonjo and some young cat walked over to a private booth in the corner; the two men were hidden behind black curtains. Who is that nigga he with?

“This nigga go so hard. This part reminds me of y’all, Sosa,” Semaj yelled over the music as she swayed arrogantly to the beat and femininely chanted along with Yo Gotti. “Cold-hearted nigga and I run around with lunatics… they be on some shooter shit… I be on some mutual shit… since I got some soldiers I’m on some might as well use ‘em shit.,” she laughed, pumping her fist in the air. She and her girls rocked to the hot track with conceit written across their faces as they continued to have a good time.

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