Guilty Gucci (12 page)
Authors: Ashley Antoinette
Chapter Ten
The first thing that Raegan did was attain her own lawyer to fight against Micah’s pricey, experienced attorney in family court. She knew that if she wanted her son back she couldn’t take any shorts so she contacted the best, and then moved into her own place to prove to a judge that she could take care of the two of them. As she stood in her large three-bedroom luxury apartment she became sad. It was empty just like her heart and because she couldn’t fill the void within her she decided to fill the space within the four walls.
Raegan laced her home with every comfort and modern design that she could find as she ordered exclusive furniture. Her tastes were exquisite and she didn’t hold back. She purchased without thinking ... without negotiating... without a budget. She threw caution to the wind, ignoring price tags ... partly because she wanted to see what it felt like to be a rich bitch, but mostly because it was a lovely distraction from the absence of her son. As she chose things to fill her son’s room she felt a pair of hands squeeze her shoulders. The touch was so comforting that it made the stress melt from her tense body. She spun on her heels and smiled when she saw Nahvid’s face.
“Hey, how are you?” she asked as she reached up to hug him.
“How are you?” he asked. “You’re the toughest woman in the world to keep in touch with. You making me feel like an ugly nigga.”
She blushed, surprised that he hadn’t given up on her yet. It had been a few weeks since their last encounter and even though he took her absence as disinterest, she thought of him all the time. But the lifestyle she had picked up and the robberies she was committing left her with little free time. She was in grind mode and a man was the last of her concerns.
“Stop, you’re making me feel so bad. I’ve just been busy that’s all,” she replied. “You shopping?”
“Yeah, for a new bedroom set,” he said. “Can you help me out? My mom is coming to stay with me for awhile and I need a woman’s touch to make her feel at home.”
“Of course,” she agreed. Raegan thought that she was doing it big until she watched how Nahvid lived. She picked out things from store to store and he purchased without even looking up from his cell phone. He handled his business while she worked with his personal sales associates at each store. She picked out everything from furniture and clothing to toiletries and jewelry, sparing no expense. They ripped through the entire shopping center and when she was done, Nahvid whipped out a black card and totaled out the bill. Impressed by his status in the game but more importantly she was surprised by his legitimacy in the corporate world. She listened as he talked Wall Street language, speaking of stocks and shares. He was a dream man. He came from the hood ... from nothing and had made quite the businessman of himself... all without losing his connections to the streets.
“Sorry about that,” he said as he finally hung up the phone.
“That’s okay. I live to shop. I haven’t done it in a long time and I’ve never done it like that before. I didn’t even notice,” she replied.
“You should visit Paris then. If you like to shop you would love it there,” he said nonchalantly as if he weren’t speaking of a place halfway around the world.
“I don’t know what world you live in but in mine, Paris might as well be another planet,” she said, slightly offended.
“Let me take you,” he said.
She scoffed and laughed.
“I’m serious,” he concluded. “I need to get you all to myself. Show you my world. Maybe convince you to be a part of it for awhile.”
“Are you for real?” she asked.
The dudes who she was used to dealing with thought dinner and a movie was the crème de la crème. Nahvid was on a completely different level.
“I don’t put things out there that I don’t mean. I can rent a private jet and have it waiting on the tarmac in a couple of hours,” he said.
“A couple hours?” she exclaimed, overwhelmed at his generosity and hypnotized by his power. She shook her head in disbelief and said, “Okay. Let’s do it. I have to go pack. I have so much to do.”
“It’s a shopping trip. Everything is on me. We’ll buy it all when we get there,” he said. Nahvid was really blowing her mind.
They dropped her car off at her place and then she stayed the night at a hotel near the airport.
Raegan expected for Nahvid to push up on her that night. She was waiting for him to make his move, thinking that she had to reciprocate the trip with sexual favors. To her surprise he got her a separate room. The move was unexpected but she definitely appreciated it. After calling her girls and letting them know where she would be, she fell asleep, anxious and excited all at the same time.
Chapter Eleven
Paris was beautiful in the wintertime. The crisp, clean, glittering city lent an ambiance for romance and Nahvid and Raegan seemed to get seduced by it all. They appeared to be a couple who had known each other for years as they spent all of their time confined to the opulent five-star hotel. They were so into each other that they hadn’t yet explored the Parisian culture, instead they learned each other ... their likes ... their dislikes ... their memories ... their fears. They shared everything as they enjoyed the seclusion halfway around the world. They did everything that lovers do and spared each other of nothing. Nahvid had come fully prepared to lavish Raegan with whatever her heart desired, but he found it refreshing that she hadn’t asked for a single thing. He was used to chicks who wanted to get next to him for material reasons and Raegan was like a breath of cold, fresh winter air. She matched his wit and intellect, stroked his ego just right, and ravished him without inhibitions in the bedroom at night. All of those rare qualities on top of her beautiful exterior had Nahvid thinking that she had to be a dream. Their conversations were so deep that sometimes they became heated as they argued their points to one another, but she never backed down and stood firmly for the things that she believed to be true. She was an independent thinker. A lot of men would have called her headstrong or stubborn, but Nahvid loved a challenge and found Raegan extremely sexy. Many women would stick by his side because his paper was stacked high, but Raegan was the type of woman who would stay around when the chips were down. They argued like adversaries, but they never took it personally though. Makeup sex was the remedy to everything and they enjoyed the fights because they knew the pleasure that was to follow. Together they were incredible. Their chemistry was amazing and as they soaked together in the antique tub Nahvid had an overwhelming desire to keep her as his own. The sunrise peeked through the shutters as it illuminated the room with a soft amber glow.
“Once we leave here I don’t want to have to chase you anymore, ma. You good for pulling disappearing acts,” he whispered in her ear as she leaned against his chest while playing with the bubbles that surrounded them. She picked some up in the palm of her hands and blew them at him while laughing.
“You love me huh?” she asked playfully.
“Pretty much,” he replied, only half joking.
“Well we still have a few days here. So you don’t have to worry about me going anywhere anytime soon. You have me all to yourself. I’m loving France, even though I haven’t seen that much of it,” she said with a chuckle.
“So we need to change that then. How about we go out on the town today. Do some sightseeing and shopping,” Nahvid offered.
“I’d like that,” she answered. “I want to be able remember something about this place besides the hotel room. Although last night will probably be my fondest memory.”
Thinking back on the way her pussy had hugged his dick as he entered her from behind he licked his lips and replied, “Yeah, ain’t nothing topping that. How about a round two?”
Raegan stood up out of the water and hopped out of the tub, quickly wrapping herself in a plush towel. “Agh, agh, agh. If we start that we won’t get to see anything today,” she said. “And I want to see the Eiffel Tower!”
Nahvid and Raegan left the hotel arm in arm, eager to explore the city. Nahvid felt like an entirely new person in the foreign land. He couldn’t remember the last time he had stepped foot outside without a burner on his waistline. His guard was forever up, cemented around him like a personal fortress, but here with Raegan, he was free to live. Fully prepared for the damage that Raegan was about to put on his black card, he entertained every outfit that she tried on. He had never seen shopping until he saw her in action. She was a fan of fashion and with no spending limit she was like a hurricane as she ripped through the stores. She was hesitant to spend until he reassured her that it was okay and once he gave her the green light there was no stopping her. Paris was like Candy Land to a material girl like her and the smile on her face was enough reward for Nahvid. Nahvid didn’t mind lacing Raegan and treating her to a lifestyle that she had never experienced. He enjoyed her presence and the feeling that she gave him in the pit of his stomach. His attraction to her was pure, like a teenage love affair and growing up in the streets it was the simple things like a first crush that he had missed out on. That was it. He had a crush on Raegan and although she didn’t know it, she had him wrapped around her finger. Not on no sucker shit, but he was attracted to her in the worst way. Nahvid was grateful that she had decided to come.
Paris was the perfect atmosphere to get to know someone. Being so far away from home, they were in their own little world. Neither of them spoke French so they only conversed with one another. They were each other’s friend, ally, and mate all at once. One week felt like one year to them and even they were surprised at how connected to one another they became. She told him everything about her, except for how she made her money. That was the one secret she kept because she knew it would change his perspective of her. Uninterrupted, they were able to get to know each other. It had been a long time since Nahvid had given a woman so much attention, but with Raegan it felt right. It felt natural. It was inevitable that those three little words slipped out while they were there. Paris was the city of love and they had gotten drunk on it, night after night. The time flew by so quickly that they didn’t want to leave, but as they sat on the international flight they both knew that they had to go back.
“I don’t want things to change when we get back,” she whispered in his ear as she kissed him repeatedly, gently.
“They won’t. You’re mine, ma. Nothing in the world can change that. Not after everything we’ve done this week. I’m selfish and I want you to myself.”
As soon as Raegan stepped foot inside her home her cell phone rang back to back, first with Gucci blowing her up then with Chanel calling.
“Hey?” she answered. “What’s up? I just got home,” she said.
“Look outside, bitch,” Chanel yelled excitedly.
Raegan went to her window and dropped the phone when she saw her girls lined up outside in a parade of foreign whips.
“No, they didn’t!” she yelled excitedly as she slipped into her UGGs and threw on a peacoat before rushing outside.
“Bitch!” she shouted.
“You like ’em?” Gucci asked.
“Of course. I’m about to cop me one today!” Raegan said. Lisa came up and shook her head. She tossed her the key to the car that she had driven over there.
“No need to,” Lisa said. “You know I can’t afford a Benz. It’s yours.” She laughed as Raegan jumped up and down like a kid on Christmas.
They all hopped into their cars, Lisa riding shotgun with Raegan as they skirted out with no destination, stunting around the city.
When Nahvid returned home he called Nita repeatedly but she wouldn’t answer his calls. He looked at the roomful of new furniture and clothes that he had purchased for her, shaking his head. He should have known that she would disappoint him ... this had become a routine. She would get his hopes up only to shatter them when she chose to hug a crack pipe instead of her baby boy. Nahvid was a ruler and everything in him wanted to control his mother. He wanted to lock her away and hide the key until her body was clean, but of all the things he had a hold over, Nita had never been one of them. He was disappointed that Nita had stood him up. She had a monkey on her back that trumped any and everything. Today she hadn’t been ready to come home, but one day, when she was ready ... he knew she would come and that room would be waiting for her.
Chapter Twelve
The girls popped bottles in the club. Cristal and Louis XIII flowed freely at their table as Raegan, Gucci, and Chanel partied like socialites. Everything about them rang new money. Lisa couldn’t believe the way that her friends had grinded to the top. As she sat partying at their expense she silently wished that she had gotten down from the beginning. They had come up in a major way. Well into their sixth heist, the girls were getting paid. Raegan had $250,000 put up on her own and she barely touched it thanks to Nahvid’s generosity.
Easy money.
Dirty money.
More money.
Was their thought process ... now that they had taken their first hit of the fast life they had become indulged by it. Mega shopping sprees filled their days and they spent frivolously because they knew that it could be easily replenished. The girls were in a circle on the dance floor, dancing their asses off, feeling like rock stars for the night. As Nahvid and his crew sat back, he admired his lady from afar. She was definitely the bell of the ball and he loved how she stole the show. Raegan blew him a kiss and smiled sexily as she wound her body while staring him in the eyes. He was completely satisfied with Raegan.
Reason leaned into his man’s ear and whispered, “Yo, I’m not feeling your girl, Nah. Her and her girls are flossing a whole lot of paper. You know them bitches that been going around robbing stash spots ... From the looks of it, that’s them and your girl is shining like the ring leader.”
Nahvid shot Reason a look that would have bodied him where he stood if looks could kill. “She don’t got to rob nobody, fam. I’m taking care of that. Don’t come out your mouth reckless about her,” Nahvid said in a low, controlled tone. The last thing he wanted to do was beef out with his man over Raegan, but he had to make it known that she belonged to him now.
Reason’s temple throbbed in anger.
This ol’ pussy whipped-ass nigga. I’ma have to watch that bitch. Closely,
Reason thought. He didn’t think Nahvid could see through the trance of a beautiful woman, but nothing was more attractive than his paper and Reason wasn’t about to let Raegan or anyone else eat off his plate.
This ol’ pussy whipped-ass nigga. I’ma have to watch that bitch. Closely,
Reason thought. He didn’t think Nahvid could see through the trance of a beautiful woman, but nothing was more attractive than his paper and Reason wasn’t about to let Raegan or anyone else eat off his plate.
“No disrespect, Nah. You my man a hundred grand. I just don’t want some broad to interrupt the paper flow, nah mean?” Reason asked.
“Has anything ever stopped me from getting money? Nigga, have I ever stopped you from eating? Everybody eats, but let me tell you something, fam ... it’s nothing if you don’t have somebody to share it with. All them square feet I’m living in is pointless if I’m in it by myself. I want a wife and some kids, fam. It’s time and she’s it,” Nahvid said seriously.
Reason nodded and tapped his Remy glass against his man’s to show support, but in the back of his head his skepticism ate away at him. He didn’t trust Raegan ... point blank and would keep an eye on her. It took more than a happy face and a magnificent ass to catch him slipping.
The girls finally made their way off the dance floor and returned to their table. Raegan and Nahvid had been on each other all night. Their eyes never left one another as they flirted across the room. Raegan didn’t crowd him in the club and he loved that. Even when other chicks approached Nahvid, Raegan never flipped. She just sat in the cut with amusement in her eyes as she watched Nahvid turn hoes down. The night was full of good-hearted fun but she was ready to put in personal time with her man. Nahvid nodded to her, summoning her to him and as she arose from her seat, Chanel leaned into her ear to whisper over the music.
“Gucci and I need to talk to you,” she said to Raegan as she grabbed her hand, pulling her through the crowd.
“Guch!” Raegan shouted and nodded her head toward the bathroom to tell her to follow. The three girls left Lisa at their table to watch their handbags as they made their way to the back of the club. Lisa knew how they got down, but they never cut her in on any of the details. She didn’t need to know the when’s and where’s. It was better for all of them that she remained untainted.
Nahvid stopped her just before she entered the restroom.
“You coming home with me tonight, ma?” he asked as he pinned her body against the wall.
“I’ve barely slept one night in my place since we got back,” she whispered. She wanted to tell him no, but they both knew whose bed she would end up in tonight. He trapped her words in a kiss and grabbed her aggressively behind the neck to devour her tongue, teasing her and making her love button pulse.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, ma. Let’s bounce,” he said.
She grabbed the hand that caressed her face and kissed his wrist. “Okay. Meet me at the car in fifteen minutes. I need to talk to my girls real fast and settle our bar bill,” she said.
He gave her a knowing look and said, “You know I already took care of you. Just holler at your people and meet me outside.”
As soon as she walked inside Raegan could see that Chanel and Gucci had a lot on their minds. They stopped talking as soon as she stepped foot inside the restroom. “What’s up?” Raegan asked.
“Gucci and I think it’s time to hit another lick,” Chanel said.
“You and Gucci? Or just you, Chanel?” Raegan asked.
“B ... both of us think it’s time,” Gucci spoke up, stammering nervously.
Raegan shook her head in disbelief. They were lucky to have kept a low profile this long. Hustlers all over the city were talking about the group of chicks who were sticking up dope houses. They had a schedule and Raegan was sticking to it.
“I’m not for it. We need to lay low and take a month off,” Raegan advised. “Niggas are on edge all over the city. It’s best if we just fall back and then start up again in thirty days,” Raegan said.
“I don’t know about you but I can’t wait thirty days, Raegan,” Chanel said.
“Me neither,” Gucci added.
“Fuck is you bitches playing broke for? I know how much y’all getting cuz I’m getting it the same way ... the same amount. We’re falling back. That’s the smartest thing to do right now,” Raegan said.
“Smart for who, Raegan?” Chanel countered. “Everybody ain’t fucking with a rich nigga like you. These diamonds, the clothes, the shoes, the cars ... it all costs and it’s coming out of
my
pocket. Homeboy out there got your head in the clouds. We need to hit a lick ... like tomorrow.”
my
pocket. Homeboy out there got your head in the clouds. We need to hit a lick ... like tomorrow.”
“I’m strapped right now too, Raegan. It is time. Putting my mama in that home is a big expense. I can’t miss no money. Thirty days is too long,” Gucci admitted.
“I’m out of here. Y’all tripping and you’re getting risky,” Raegan said as she headed for the door. Chanel rushed and pushed the door closed, then grabbed Raegan’s hand to make her face them.
“We’re doing it. Tomorrow,” Chanel said sternly.
“Don’t get fucking greedy, bitch, just stick to the plan. We hit one spot every month. That’s how we been doing it. That’s how we should keep doing it,” Raegan whispered harshly as she snapped at her friends as they stood inside of the marble-tiled bathroom in the plush, upscale nightclub. The three ladies were dressed to kill as they discussed business in an unconventional setting. They heard the toilet flush behind one of the stall doors and Raegan’s eyes bugged out in disbelief. “You bitches didn’t clear this mu’fucka out?” she asked incredulously. “You must want to get caught the fuck up?” She stormed over to the stall and banged on the door with a flat hand. “Hurry the hell up, bitch. Time’s up.”
The stall door opened and a girl frowned as she stared Raegan down. “Excuse me?” she asked.
“You deaf or something? Get out!” she shouted harshly as she pushed the girl toward the door. There wasn’t a scary bone in Raegan’s body and it was nothing for her to strong-arm the girl out of the restroom. Once they were alone Raegan pushed open the other stall doors to make sure there was no one else inside. The last thing she needed was some ear-hustling-ass bitch blowing up her spot.
“Why are you so paranoid? I know Sunny Rae ain’t scared?” Chanel asked with an accusing stare.
“Ain’t a damn thing about me scared, bitch. I’m smart and I’m not down for hitting another spot a few days after we just wrapped up the last job. That’s what we agreed to. Hit one stash house a month. If we do it right we don’t need to go back in every other week looking for more. That’s just greedy. Our luck is sure to run out if we play this thing the wrong way. Shit has been lovely. I don’t know about y’all but I’m sitting on more cash than I can spend. Why press our luck?” Raegan argued.
“Look, Raegan, you’re lucky. You get to stack your paper because you have a good man who takes care of business. We gotta live the best way we know how and this is how we eat. You’re going soft, Raegan,” Gucci shot at her. She pulled a small compact mirror out of her Hermes bag and removed a small bag filled with white powder. The substance was so pure that it sparkled slightly under the dim bathroom light. She quickly set herself up and hit two fat lines of cocaine. It was a habit she picked up by being around so much coke. The girls hadn’t found any buyers for the product they stole so Gucci sampled it from time to time ... a recreational high.
“I’m not going
soft,
Gucci. I just don’t want to change things up. If it ain’t broke why fix it?” Raegan argued. “And since when you hitting blow? Fuck are you doing?”
soft,
Gucci. I just don’t want to change things up. If it ain’t broke why fix it?” Raegan argued. “And since when you hitting blow? Fuck are you doing?”
“I’m a big girl, Raegan,” Gucci said as she sniffed and cleared the extra powder from her nose.
“Look, Raegan, I’m broke and my pocketbook needs fixing,” Chanel said as she stared challengingly at Raegan.
Their friendship was new, but they were extremely loyal to each other. They had become thick as thieves. They each had been groomed for the game. Treachery was bred within them ... larceny their religion ... money their motivation.
“I’m out. This is not a negotiation. We are not doing this,” Raegan concluded.
“We are doing it. I’ve already scoped the spot and everything. It’s out in Trinidad. You’re acting real brand new but it’s fine ... we’ll do it without you,” Chanel spat as she walked past Raegan, her Louboutin stiletto boots stabbing the floor as she walked out.
Raegan looked at Gucci desperately for support, but Gucci just shook her head in disappointment. “We would never leave you hanging like that, Raegan. You know we need you out there,” she said before following after Chanel. Raegan went back to the table and air kissed Lisa good-bye before grabbing her handbag and leaving the club.
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