Wife of a Misfit by Jade Jones

Author:Jade Jones [Jones, Jade]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jaded Publications
Published: 2016-07-07T04:00:00+00:00

22

DIANA

TWO MONTHS LATER

Thinkin’ about them licks I hit, I had to…

Thinkin’ about if you was here, I had you…

Gon’ roll it up my nigga…

Roll up, jump out the car, squeeze the trigger…

Gon’ roll it up my nigga…

Roll up, hop out the car, squeeze the trigger…

Future’s “Perkys Calling” poured through the subwoofers in Persuasion’s Gentlemen’s Club. My old stomping grounds. After being released from prison, I found myself right back where I’d started. Up on the pole.

It wasn’t like I had any other options. I had no diploma, no experience, and I was an ex felon. I had no other choice but to go to back dancing, but ask me if I was complaining. I made $5,000 a week because of my popularity in the Atlanta nightlife, and lived in a beautiful corner unit condo downtown. In addition to Rico’s Brabus Coupe, I pushed a white BMW M6 on the weekends. I was living good. Without him.

That night, Persuasion’s was packed with so many people that I had to squeeze through just to get around. 50 Cent and Jeezy were in the club that night so everybody that was anybody was up in there.

There was so much money that had been thrown around that there wasn’t a single spot on the floor that wasn’t covered in dollar bills. I had already made two grand and that was just from working the floor. I hadn’t even hit the stage yet, but I knew that when I did I was gonna clean house.

Damn. This bitch rocking.

One section in particular was more lit than the others, crammed with dancers and niggas that looked like rappers or drug dealers. Bottles, blunts, and hookah were being passed around. The niggas had zip loc bags of money filled with stacks and were tossing that shit like it grew on trees.

I frowned my nose up when I saw that there was nothing basic bitches in their VIP. Oh hell no. I need to be over there.

I squeezed through a bunch of broke ass groupie niggas trying to feel my ass. They weren’t spending any money and were only there because the celebrities were.

I quickly made my way over to the section—but I stopped as soon as I recognized one of the men.

It was Mr. Asante…and he was conversing with the ringleader of the crew, like he was that nigga in the streets. The guy he was talking to was a regular who occasionally came through with his boys to spend money on Dynasty. I knew him only as Quest.

I didn’t know what he did for a living. But I knew that it was probably something illegal because last week one of the men in his crew beat up the club’s photographer for trying to take their pics. Those niggas were trouble and I had a feeling that they were into some pretty heavy shit.

I wonder why he’s over there talking to them.

Before getting locked up, I’d always danced at Persuasion’s and I had never once seen him here.

I’m

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