Trap Goddess by Sasha Ravae

Author:Sasha Ravae [Ravae, Sasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Urban Life, United States, African American, Urban
Amazon: B00SCQ69K4
Publisher: Black Eden Publications
Published: 2015-01-29T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Three Months Later...

“Ay, you know we got RG in the building tonight,” DeAndre said into the mic. The crowd went crazy as Omari stood up in his section with two silver bottles in both hands. Girls from the lightest of the light to the darkest of the dark surrounded him, but Trina was right by his side. She felt angelic in her all-white bodycon dress, but the $100,000 around her neck made her feel like royalty.

After Ron left the night he killed Reko, Omari addressed his fellow RG members. He excused Reko’s absence but assured them that together they had come to the conclusion that he was the one who would be able to take Rich Gang to the next level. Many were surprised by Reko’s sudden release of power, but nonetheless, they supported the decision. Omari was quiet, but he never hesitated when it came to business. An hour later, Trina joined him wearing a turtleneck dress hoping to hide the marks that Reko left behind. Omari was unsure about revealing her new role, but he had to be transparent. The group was hesitant, but she assured them that she didn’t intend on changing how they did business; she just wanted the business to be efficient, and with the thousand keys Franco was prepared to add each month, she needed everything to be right. For the rest of the night, Omari and Trina laid out the new pipeline to filter all the new work through, and for the next three months, they closed deal after deal after deal with new suppliers across the country. Jonah’s killer was never found, but all the money they made allowed Trina to forget her pain more and more.

“Ayyy,” she said as Nicki Minaj’s “Truffle Butter” blared though the speakers, “Just thinking out loud, I must have about a milli on me right now, and I ain’t talking about the Lil Wayne record...” She reached over and snatched the blunt Omari had in his hand. The alcohol in her system had her feeling bold. “I invited Yari,” she confessed.

“What you do that for?” he yelled over the music.

“She’s my friend, and I’m celebrating. She should be here.”

“Ask me if I care though. It’s been months, Trina. I think she gets the picture by now.”

“No, it’s cool. She’s coming with somebody.”

“Coming with somebody?” he asked rolling his eyes, “Here we go.”

“No, seriously, she’s coming up here with her boyfriend Malachi and a few of his potnahs I think.”

“How long she been fucking with him?” he asked suddenly getting jealous. He hated to admit it, but he had gotten use to Yari chasing him.

“Like three, four months. I haven’t met him yet, but I’m glad she finally found somebody. You did my girl scandalous.”

“Who?”

“You, Omari. You know she loved you.”

“She loved this money. She didn’t love me, and I’m not into entertaining an opportunist. A nigga needs love too, you know?”

“Shut your sensitive-ass up,” she laughed.

“What ya’ll laughing at?” Ron asked walking into the VIP section.

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