I'll Make You My Bitch

Chapter 5: "Pull up at the 7/11"

(Jazmine POV)

Me and the girls are in charge of the 7/11 today. Cindy and Ming stay in the back, handling the drugs. I'm upfront handling all the regular business. We take turns and switch places after each shift.

Business is slow. This is typical for a weekday, besides Rush Hour and in the evening.

Around 12, things start to pick up, since everyone's going on their lunch breaks. A guy with dreads walks in, only to be followed by...Freeman? The guy with dreads eyeballs me and shoots me a flirty grin. I look him up and down in examination. I'm usually a ho for dudes with dreads, but this one looks too sweet. My attention is more consumed by Freeman, though.

"Yo!" I call him. He turns his head, surprised to see me as well. "You stalkin' me?" I tease.

He approaches the counter while the other guy goes and looks for a drink.

"Nah," Huey says. He pulls a 10 out of his pocket. "We just decided to roll around for lunch today. Pump 7, please."
"You look so different in uniform. Who's your friend?" I ask as I ring him up. Speak of the Devil, Dreadlocks joins him at the counter.
"This is Caesar," Huey says.
Caesar smirks, "Oh, this must be your lil' gangbangin' girl."
Huey gives him the side eye.
I laugh and start to ring Caesar up too, "I know you're not goin' around talking about me, Freeman."
"It's not like that," Huey says. "He's just a pothead."
Caesar leans in. "Yo, you think you can hook us up?"
"How much you got?" I ask.
"Fifteen."
I nod to the storage room in the back. "I might have a couple sodas in the back."
He scrunches his face up. "No discount?"
"You want a discount just 'cause your friend was dumb enough to try and steal from me? Your discount is he's still living."
He rolls his eyes.
"We got a new product on the market. Shipment just arrived this morning," I whisper. "It's called Fentanyl. I'll give you a lick for free."
"Fentanyl?" Caesar repeats. "What's it do?"
"We don't do that," Huey butts in. He glares at me in disgust.
"Let 'em speak for himself, Huey," I say. "Don't be a party pooper."
Caesar sighs, "He's right, though. That shit might kill me. I'll still take the green, though."
Annoyed, I slump my shoulders. "Alright, then, I guess it'll just go to the crackheads, as planned."

He disappears in the back. My eyes fall back on Huey. He looks heated.

I shrug. "What?"
"Really?" he says. "I save your life, and you try to get my friend hooked on hard drugs?"
"He wasn't gonna take it anyway. I didn't take either of you for the Fentanyl types in the first place. Besides, this is a business, not a rehab center."
His eyes graze the counter. "Well, I hope one day you realize that your so-called "business" is just another form of slavery."
My jaw tenses and my eye twitches. "I don't need a fucking philosophy lesson from you. Get the hell out before you piss me off."

His eyes slowly drag away from me as he turns to leave. As he's going to the door, a buff girl with cornrows wearing green walks up to it. Peanut.

Shit!

He sees Peanut as well and tenses up, stopping in place.

She opens the door and waltzes inside.

She checks him: "Whatchu lookin' at, nigga?"
He shrugs, remaining silent. My blood starts to boil.

This bitch.

She parks herself at the counter, wearing a sly grin. "Hey, Bomb."
"Don't make me escort you outta here," I say. I lay my hand on my pistol beneath the counter.

Behind her, I see Huey quietly making his way to the back in case things heat up. Caesar is just now coming out of the storage. Huey ushers him back in.

"The fuck are you doing on our turf, anyways?" I ask.
She chuckles, "Shawty, chill. You ain't gotta do nothin'. I just heard y'all gotta new shipment of that fresh shit. The Heathens want some too."
"Well, I can give you our prices if you like."
"That's nice and all, bae, but" — She slowly raises her shirt, revealing a bullet proof vest and an automatic strapped to her chest — "we believe the best things in life are free."

Ming steps out from the back, carrying another automatic. Huey must've said something.

"Oh, yeah?" she says. "Nothing in this joint is free, so beat it."
"Oh, so y'all wanna do dis da hard way?"

Before she can grab her piece, I reach over the counter, snatch her cornrows, and slam her head into the counter. Still holding her braids, I hold my pistol to her temple.

She still manages to finger the trigger. Bullets spray at the shelves, knocking canned goods and candy over. I release her. She rips her gun off and aims it at me, missing as I duck.

"Come out, bitch!" she roars. "Keep dat same energy!"

I see Cindy run up, spraying bullets at her. One of them connects, but the vest protects her, so the force of the bullet only knocks her over.

Instead of using my pistol, I take a brick from the floor next to my feet and hop over the counter. Before Peanut can get back to her feet, I slam it into her skull. She drops back down, writhing in pain and clutching her bleeding head. I kick the automatic out of her hands. I don't really know what to do next. If I let her leave, she'll call for backup. I should've just used my gun, but...

The blaring of sirens and the flashing blue and red lights outside interrupt the scene. I drop the brick. We all make a run for the back, leaving Peanut there.

"Let's go! Let's go!" I yell.

Cindy, Ming, and I to the storage room. Huey and Caesar stand there like deer in headlights, while the girls start climbing out the window.

"Freeze!" voices bark from upfront.

"C'mon!" I beckon the boys. "The pigs are here!"

They climb out the window after me. Cindy and Ming are getting into our lowrider. We follow them. Once everyone's inside, we speed off.

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Hey y'all! I hope this chapter was more exciting! What do you think?

What's gonna happen next?

I have midterms next week, so wish me luck! 😫 I've been working out a lot, so I think I'll pass with a good grade 😌

Now I'm off to watch Doja Cat's "Say So" video. Bye! 👋🏾