The Lipstick Clique by David Weaver Read Free Book Online Page B

stopped cold when he saw that his sister had been the recipient of the stray bullet.
     
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    Snowflake was paranoid. She was sitting in the passenger seat of Skye’s car, and her head was turning so rapidly, Skye was almost starting to wonder if she was trying to set her up.
     
    “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why the hell you keep looking around like that, bitch?”
     
    Snowflake glanced at Skye with tears in her eyes. “Because he’s going to kill me! He’ll kill me if he catches me in your car! I know what line of business you’re in, if you came here looking for Danielle… and I’m desperate to be down! I’m not even from Columbus, Georgia. I’m from Columbus, Ohio! So all I’m trying to do is take my white ass home and bring some money back with me! This damned dude keeps taking my money from me and-”
     
    Skye held her hand up. “Wait… You said you knew what kind of work I was in? What kind of work am I in?” She asked her wide-eyed.
     
    Snowflake did a double take when she detected the serious tone of Skye’s voice and the deadly look on her face. “ Uhm … well… I know that Danielle keeps a lot of money at her house from all those robberies that she puts together, so I was assuming that you were about to rob her or something. The other girl you asked about is probably your partner or something. If you let me rob her with you, I’ll take you straight to her house!”
     
    Skye was troubled that a random stripper had access to so much information. She was immediately concerned about Treasure’s well-being and couldn’t help but to pray that she was alright. She knew that she would have no other option but to play along, so that she could find out where her best friend was located. “O.K. then… you know how to use a .380?” Skye asked her.
     
    “A 380? What is that?”
     
    Skye shook her head slowly. “A .380 is a gun. I-”
     
    “Oh yea!” Snowflake interrupted. “I have one of those in my purse!” Skye frowned as she watched Snowflake rummage through her huge purse in search of the handgun. After a few seconds, she pulled it out. “Yea, this is it right?”
     
    Skye simply glanced at the gun and 2 seconds later, she knew it wasn’t a .380. “Well, that’s a 9 millimeter, but if you know how to use it, it’ll work just as well. You’re in! Let’s go get this money Snowflake.”
     
    Snowflake smiled from ear to ear. She was really just excited because she would finally be able to get away from the DJ’s grasp. The DJ had tricked her to get her into that position. She’d met him on Facebook one night when she was going through a lot of emotional stuff back at home. She remembered the conversation well.
     
    You’re from Columbus?
     
    Yea. I am… What about you?
     
    Yea, I’m in Columbus right now!
     
    Oh, that’s cool… what part?
     
    I’m over off of Victory Drive right now… what about you?
     
    Victory Drive? I’m over off of West Norwich Avenue.
     
    Where the hell is West Norwich Avenue? Damn you out there with them rich folks I guess.
     
    What? I was about to say the same thing about you…
     
    Oh you being   funny… Ain’t no damn rich folk staying off of Victory Drive, everybody in Columbus Georgia knows that!
     
    Georgia? Oh I thought you were talking about Ohio! That’s where I am.
     
    Oh damn… my fault… I guess I saw how beautiful your picture was and couldn’t do anything else but wish that we were in the same city!
     
    And that’s where it began. She felt comfortable knowing that DJ Bazzy lived in an entirely different state than her. She was able to talk to him about stuff that she couldn’t tell her immediate friends. She was able to find a friend and relief from her troubled life with the smooth talking DJ. But that comfort of knowing that he lived hundreds of miles away soon turned to something different.
     
    After a while, she started thinking about him with every waking second. Started wondering about how he