The Hand That Feeds [ON HOLD]

Prologue

Kassandra

"Are you gonn put the dress on or not Kass?" Zeke asked me.

"..Fine. But only because it's so sexy." I said. I gotta admit it was cute, but I don't want my ass hanging out like that around those pussy-hungry kingpins.

We were about to make a hit. This time it would be different though, this one is going to make us millions of dollars richer eventually. See, our boss Vic...he's a bitch. Everybody in our gang knows it and for the past few months there's been some whispering going around about killing him, now whoever kills him has the power to take everything and just dip out.

They don't know that last part though, only me and Zeke, that's why all that whispering that was going on never involved us. Those dumb asses should've stayed out this game, they not wise enough to handle all this shit. Zeke and I on the other hand, were born for this. We were known around the hood as 'The Terrible Twosome'. For some reason we've never gotten higher than the niggas that just sell and get a lil profit. Niggas saw us as a threat, but that's about to change real soon.

I've been in this for about 4 years, I had gotten in way before Ezekiel did because my mom and I needed the money badly and now that she's getting sick I need that money even more. Zeke was always so damn shy, and one day I decided that I wouldn't be a good best friend if I didn't get him hip to this easy way to get money quick.

We been plannin' this shit for a few weeks now and it was legit. We were gonna act casual for now and tonight is when shit goes down. Zeke and I walked into the trap after using the secret knock so Big L would know it was us. I didn't even notice the blank look on his usually stern and scary face.

We walked in the back where the girls were supposed to be packing the merchandise but nobody was in there. I looked back at Zeke who had the same blank look on his face that Big L did. I walked into the lounge room where everybody chilled and stood in the doorway. Everybody was in there just sitting, doin' nothing.

"Why the hell y'all just sittin' in here for?" I finally said.

"Man Kassandra ain't nobody in the mood for your damn attitude." Scott, the biggest suck up in this damn gang, said.

"Could y'all just tell us what the fuck is goin' on?" Zeke said.

Scott looked up at him for a second and gave him some weird look I couldn't understand before he said, "Vic..somebody killed him 'bout a hour ago, right there where y'all standin'." Zeke moved over quick as if he would get the cooties or some shit, like nigga, he already dead.

Cooties is the last damn thing I'm worried about. Who the fuck would kill Vic, especially now? Now what the fuck are we supposed to do?

"Apparently, whoever did it had an even better idea tho." Troy, another dude said. He was cute, he kept to himself but I've caught him staring at my ass a few times.

"What you mean?"

"Tonight, at Club Grip we supposed to be meetin' the new boss. I guess Vic wasn't as stupid as everybody thought, he had someone all ready to take over as soon as he left to make sure none of us got nothin'." he said, "His name's Ghost."

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Zeke and I had our outfits ready since our plan was supposed to start tonight. I was wearing a simple lavender dress that was tight and short enough to cause a distraction when needed, paired with a pair of black Louis V pumps. Zeke told me to get there earlier to scope out the place, or whatever. I guess it made sense, considering we have no idea who this guy is or what his intentions are.

The bouncer let me in since I'm a regular here. The place was live as usual. I walked into the VIP room and was surprised to see it completely dark. I got a bad feeling so I dialed Zeke. It rang and rang and I got no answer as I put my phone back in my clutch purse. I heard a noise from behind the bar and looked closely to see a fine ass guy standing there...the question is, where the hell did he come from? I walked up to him, swaying my thick hips along the way.

"Qué pasa, mamí?"

"You Ghost?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said. "You come to get back at me for 'killing' yo pussy ass boss?"

"Why the quotes around 'killing'?" I said.

He just stared at me. "Ya know, you can't trust anybody in this line of work." He added. "You got a lil somethin on your face."

I touched my face but didn't feel anything. "Wha-" Suddenly I felt a cloth on my mouth, I tried to get out of their grasp so I could get my purse, but the person was too strong. My eyes got heavy and the last thing I remember hearing before darkness took over, was something jingling..like bells or something.

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So this is my new story, comment and tell me what you think and whether or not I should keep going.

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