Checkmate: The Baddest Chick by Nisa Santiago

Checkmate: The Baddest Chick by Nisa Santiago

Author:Nisa Santiago [Santiago, Nisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: African American, General, Urban, Fiction, Women
ISBN: 9781620780176
Google: ORLci7l2IvwC
Amazon: 1934157651
Publisher: Melodrama Publishing
Published: 2012-11-14T16:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER 13

The line to get into the Playa’s Lounge on Twenty-Fifth Street stretched half way down the block. The Playa’s Lounge was a popular midtown club that was frequented by a lot of celebrities, athletes, drug dealers, beautiful women, and wannabes. It was situated in the middle of the block, and high-end cars lined the city block with the city’s elite moving about.

The night was cool. Business was booming. The ladies were dressed in short dresses and skirts and tight jeans, highlighting their thick hips and curves, and some of the finest women in New York City were standing on line outside of the club waiting to get inside. The waiting crowd outside watched as luxury cars and limos pulled up and a few of the city’s top-notch got out of their vehicles and were rushed in the club, bypassing the long line and security.

Around midnight, a black Infiniti QX56 sitting on 22-inch chrome rims and tinted windows pulled up in front of the club. The crowd outside quickly took notice of the magnificent-looking truck that came to a stop. Edge stepped out of the passenger side looking sharp in a pair of stylish denim jeans, beige Timberlands, a fitted black T-shirt that was adorned with a long, platinum chain with a diamond-encrusted Jesus face pendant swinging at the end of it. He was bejeweled in diamond rings and earrings, and a bracelet that screamed “hood wealth.”

The driver and a third passenger seated in the backseat stepped out from the Infiniti truck and followed behind Edge. They strutted toward the front entrance of the club and bypassed the long line.

Edge slipped one of the bouncers a C-note, made it clear to them that he only wanted bottle service and walked inside. He was greeted by blaring rap music and sweaty revelers crammed on the dance floor. Edge moved through the energetic, body-hugging crowd, following behind one of the female employees who led him toward an elevated lounge/VIP area.

The men took seats and peered out at the massive crowd.

Edge nodded his head in approval. “Yeah, I’m lovin’ this shit.”

“Word! So many fuckin’ bitches is lookin’ nice out there tonight,” Gamma said. “Shit, you know a nigga gotta leave wit’ somethin.”

Edge agreed.

The three men sat like kings on thrones, and had the privilege to be seated amongst a few rap celebrities that recognized Edge because of his street credibility, and they showed him respect. The groupies about took notice of the men and activity going on in the VIP area. They smiled and flirted with the ballers, hoping to snatch up the cream of the crop in the place.

Moments later, a few booty shorts and tight-shirt-wearing female employees hurried to where Edge sat, with bottle service on the way—steeply marked-up Grey Goose, Moët, and Cristal—sparkling like a lit firecracker, along with ice buckets and glasses.

Edge handed one of the girls $5,000 in cash, along with a serious tip. She thanked him with a wide smile. The men were pampered with whatever they



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