《The Worst (Unthinkable)》Trap Or Die
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'You don't fuck with no nine to five, no
Top down, we're screaming trap or die'
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"Bel" I faintly hear in my slumber.
"Bel" This time it was louder and I could feel her gently pushing my shoulder.
"Hm?" I tiredly hum.
"Your phone is ringing" She laughs and I reach over eyes still closed grabbing my phone.
I answer laying the phone on my face.
"Hello" I answer still half sleep.
"Sis king said he wanna see you" Bianca tells me.
"What happened?" I ask still in my sleepy state.
"Nothing everything went good we got the money, he just said he wanna talk to you about some business shit" She says and I nod even though she couldn't see me.
"Now?"
"He said 3 o clock so a hour from now" She informs me.
"Aight I'll hit ya jack when we done" I tell her and she replies with a simple "bet" before ending the call.
"What the fuck" I tiredly mumble.
I was playing on sleeping all day after last nights shenanigans, after nicki snatched my soul in the car we came in the house and I went straight to sleep just for her to wake me up in the middle of the night and snatch it again.
I was fucking exhausted.
Sitting up I stretch before walking in the bathroom to get ready for this meeting.
I took me about 30-40 minutes to get dressed, fix my hair, and do a light beat. I had my new gucci snake skin dress on, matching heels, and my hair straight down my back.
I made a mental note to hit up my hair stylist Tokyo today because I wanted a red lace front next.
"Where you going dressed up like that?" Nic asks as I walk out the bathroom.
"Business, I'll be back though I think" I tell her grabbing my phone and purse quickly seeing I had 20 minutes to get to kings house and traffic was probably horrible right now.
I practically ran out the room.
"No kiss?!" She shouts and I sigh running back in the room quickly pecking her lips before running back out the room.
"Sorry I'm late king" I apologize sitting down across from him on the couch.
"You good, I know traffic terrible right now" He chuckles ashing his blunt in a ashtray.
"I want you to come with me to meet the plug on the pills and weed cause I'm going out of the country for a week and I need you and your team to handle the shipment" He says getting straight to the point and I nod.
"Let the rest of the girls know and I'll have a car pick y'all up at the spot in exactly one hour, we'll be gone for five days so don't pack too heavy" He tells me and I nod standing up shaking his hand before catching the elevator down to the lobby of his penthouse building.
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Pulling out my phone I text the group chat.
They reply back with simple "k" or "omw" because they knew we didn't talk too much about business over the phone.
Getting in my Bentley I open nicki's thread telling her I was going out of town for a while before speeding to my apartment to pack me some clothes.
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I was thousands of feet in the air on a private jet heading to I don't even know where arguing with this girl.
I chuckle seeing the read receipt pop up, she only called me cardi when she was mad or when we was fucking but I'd deal with her when I got back to the city.
"Yo these girls out here so fucking thick and beautiful" Erica says hungrily licking her lips while eyeing two darkskin big booty ladies.
We was on the far east side of the city on the beach, it was mad people out here but the vibe was chill.
We had already met the plug earlier but king business wasn't done here so we was keeping ourselves occupied until he gave us word it was time to go.
"That's a fact but look at the niggas though sis" Bianca says eyeing some niggas playing football on the beach.
"Y'all steady eyeing all these niggas and bitches but ain't trying to socialize, pussy asses" I chuckle.
"Shut up you committed ass bitch, you couldn't socialize if you wanted to" Star says and they all bust out laughing.
"I'm not committed to nothing, I'm with all activities stop playing with me" I chuckle unbothered.
"Yea aight, you is right though. I want her and I can't have her unless I go speak" Erica says eyeing a tall brownskin jawn.
"You ain't gone get her" Mariah chuckles standing up from her beach chair.
"I bet I will and where you going?" Erica questions her.
"Bardi's right, it's too many peices of art on this beach to just be sitting around admiring from afar, my baby daddy might be on this beach" She smiles walking over to some fine chocolate nigga.
"I agree, bye whores" Bianca says getting up wandering over to some nigga.
"Alright that leaves you erica, go get her tiger" Star smiles and erica flicks her off getting up walking towards the tall brownskin.
"How much you wanna bet she don't get her" I smirk looking over at star.
"Oh I know she not cause shorty been eyeing you, look up" She smirks and I eye her confused.
Looking up her eyes were already focused on me, she smiles waving as she sucks on her red lollipop ignoring whatever erica was saying.
I slightly smile nodding before turning back to star.
"Bitch why I'm so fine, I'm taking niggas bitches and bitches niggas with no effort" I smirk confidently.
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"Cause I'm that bitch and you that bitch jr." She smirks and I laugh playfully slapping her arm.
"Hey" I hear a thick Texas accent say and I look up at the tall gorgeous brownskin woman.
"Wasspoppin?" I smirk and she smiles handing me a red flyer.
"You should come, see if you can drive the boat" She smirks slowly pulling her lollipop from between her lips before turning around walking back to her friend's as erica walks up looking defeated.
"I should tell her you gotta bitch" She says with attitude but I laugh knowing she's playing.
"She invited us to this yacht party tonight, you gone scoop something" I laugh.
"Erica ain't you in a whole relationship?" Star asks and E quickly shakes her head.
"Me and cyn ain't together but she mines and what's understood don't need to be explained" She shrugs and me and star chuckle as Bianca and Mariah walk up together.
"Yo so everybody going to this yacht party tonight they said it's gone be exclusive" Mariah tells us.
"Yea we know, bardi just got us an invitation from the hostess herself" E tells her and Mariah raises a eyebrow.
"Word, let's go back to the suite and get ready then" She says and we all nod agreeing.
I was comfortable in my brown Louis Vuitton pajama shorts set, you couldn't even tell they where pajamas because it really looked like a short outfit. [In MM]
We walked onto the yacht hearing cheers and music blasting. It was mad people everywhere doing all types of shit.
Eventually we made our way onto the main floor of the yacht which was like a mini club, the sexual tension was thick in the air as multiple people engaged in body shots, grinding, and shoving tongues down each other's throats.
It was stuffy down here too and it didn't help that we all popped ecstasy before we came here cause the plug introduced a new form of the pill and of course we had to try the new product before we flooded the streets, these pills had a enhancement or something though cause the regular pill didn't start kicking in this fast.
"Oop there go them niggas from the beach, c'mon mariah" Bianca grabs mariah and they dissapear in the crowd.
"I see a fine ass nigga at the bar myself, you ladies enjoy yourselves" Star smiles before disappearing in the crowd.
I look over spotting the beautiful tall brownskin around the glass table where body shots were being taken place.
"Yo I'm going over there, you coming?" I ask erica.
"Why not" She shrugs and we push our way through the crowd over to the small section.
She instantly spots me and smiles waving me over, I leave E to mingle as I walk over to the tall beauty.
"Wasspoppin" I greet with a smile.
"I'm happy to see you made it, I didn't think you would come" She smiles flashing her pearly whites.
"How couldn't I when this party is the only thing people been talking about" I smile and she lightly laughs.
"I love your accent, new york right?" She asks and I nod.
"Bronx, born and raised" I smile.
"Megan" She smiles holding her hand out.
"Cardi" I smile taking her hand in mines briefly shaking it.
"So what you mean when you said 'see if you can drive da boat'?" I question curiously.
"That's just how I test if people can hang, or handle me" She smirks looking me up and down and I smirk intrigued.
"I can show you way better than I can tell you" I smile mischievously.
"Body shots?" She questions holding up a bottle of dussé.
"I usually drink henny but this will do, get on the table" I demand and she lays back on the table as people surround us pulling out they phones to record.
I place a lime between her lips and sprinkle a little salt on her neck before pouring patron in her navel letting it pool.
I ran my tongue from the hem of her shorts up to her navel sucking up the dussé before trailing soft kisses up to her neck, dragging my tongue from her neck up to her ear I lick the salt then gently suck on her neck leaving a small hickey before biting the lime from between her lips.
I smirk as everybody around us cheers, she snatches the lime out my mouth and smashes our lips together making the hoots and hollers intensify.
I take control of the kiss shoving my tongue down her throat pulling her hair and she moans at my aggressiveness.
She was taller than me but I was gone let her know who running shit.
After a few seconds we both pull back for air breathing heavy, my body was hot from my pill kicking all the way in and ontop of that my hormones was raging.
"I think you proved you can drive da boat" She chuckles hopping off the table.
"So you got a room on this yacht or what?" I ask, my leg jumping, and she takes my hand leading me through the crowd.
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