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personal than professional telephone call. She acted as if she didn’t see them. Jay cleared her throat which caused the lady to end her call.
    “Yes, what might I be able to help you with? If you need directions or to use the rest room we don’t allow that here.” Shannon looked at Jay like can you believe this bitch.
    “The limo parked out front dropped us off here so I would think you were expecting us.” Shannon told her.
      She looked over at the pearl white limo that Mr. Thomas had specifically asked for. He was a valued customer that often came to their place of business and among other things she knew him personally. She looked back at the two women “I see you’re the guests that Zane Thomas reserved a room for.” She stated. They didn’t know Zane’s last name but hell, who else could she be talking about.
    Their thoughts where broken by “My name is…” Shannon cut her wind off.
    “We don’t care to know your name cause one thing we do know is that you’re rude as hell! So I assume that most people call you bitch, we just need to know where we’re sleeping.” Shannon was now standing in the fighting stance with her hand on her hip.
    Jay was dying laughing at the look on the bitch’s face. She passed the key card that read 314. It was usually the room Zane stayed in. It made him feel at home. He wanted them to feel the same way, so he took the room across the hall 315. The room was very warm with a modern day décor; it was a very spacious two bedroom suite with a living room, full kitchen, and a washer and dryer. To top it all off it came with 24-hour limousine service. It was a great place to lay low when you knew in a week’s time shit was gone get real.
    No more laying on niggas for months at a time, two weeks tops to learn everything about their day to day lives then move in on them and take what we want. The girls were chilling in the room talking when they heard a knock at the door. Shannon knew that it was Zane, so she opened the door without asking who it is.
    Zane walked in with another man that was sexy as hell. “Girl why you open the door, you don’t know who could be watching.” He fussed thinking these bitches ain’t cut out for this shit.
    “Boy shut the fuck up!” Shannon told him.
    “For real what if someone found out you was in town?” he asked.
    “I’m gone lay em down.” She looked him in his eyes while lifting her shirt to show him the four five she was holding.
    The coca colored man was laughing. He loved this woman’s G even though it was his first time meeting her.
    “Man shut your ass up.”
    “This is Mack he works with the crew too but wasn’t at the warehouse when you joined the family.” He was six foot one, basketball build, deep black wavy hair, and gold on each of his fang teeth. Baby was fire and that was for sho’.
    “Hey Mack, I’m Shannon and this is Jay.” Jay waved from across the room; she was laying on the couch smoking trees.
    “Nice to meet you ladies,” he looked over at Jay “can I hit that?” He asked.
    Jay didn’t play about her weed “You ain’t put in on this man.” She was so serious. Shannon and Zane were dying laughing.
    “Stingy ass!” Mack was pissed because he wanted to smoke.
    “Bitch ass nigga, I ain’t stingy, I just like to smoke alone every once in a while. I’ll sell you some though.” Zane was looking at her like she was crazy! Before Mack could say anything, “How the hell you get weed on a plane?” Zane wanted to know cause they used to be sick when they were here on their stakeouts. The shit they sold down here was like smoking grass seeds.
    Mack didn’t let Jay respond, “Fuck that, give me a dub?” She willed it out of her titties and handed him the trees as she grabbed the money!
    “Now back to my question.” Zane chimed back in.
    “In my pussy!” Jay said still smoking.
    Mack was smelling the bag. He looked up at Shannon and Zane watching him, “This shit smell fire.” He said.
    They