Filthy Rich-Part 2 (18 page)

Raquel turned around and faced Chetti. "You evil bitch," she snarled. "You stood by and watched him rape me!"

Chetti was caught off guard. She didn't quite know how to respond. At the moment, she was truly grief stricken.

Stepping towards Chetti, Raquel yelled, "You dirty bitch. You let that bastard rape me!"

"Nonsense," Chetti finally responded. "You're delirious."

"Delirious, my ass. You drugged me and let that nigga rape me!"

Raquel charged at Chetti.

Mac stood and immediately got in between the two ladies. He then grabbed Raquel.

"Get off me!" she screamed. "Get the fuck off me!"

Mac kept a hold of her.

Wiping away her tears, stiffening her posture and crossing her legs, Chetti's moment of grief disappeared. She went back to her old self. Looking at Raquel from behind her veil, she said, "Why would my son rape you? He had women swooning at his feet. He'd never give a homely looking wench like you the time of day."

Raquel kicked harder. "Let me go!" she yelled as she scratched and kicked. "Let me go!"

Officers rushed into the chapel. Quickly, they reached Raquel. Having to force her to the floor, place her hands behind her back, and slap the cuffs on her wrists, they finally got her back to her feet and began dragging her, fighting, towards the door.

"Chetti, you're a dead bitch!" she screamed. "I swear to God, you're a dead bitch!"

Sitting rigid in her chair and staring straight ahead, never once turning to watch Raquel being dragged out, Chetti sat there with a smirk. She had no worries, no cares. Many people had threatened her over the years. But that was all their words were though...threats.

No one had the balls to touch her.

"You're dead, Chetti. You're dead, you evil bitch. I swear to God, as soon as I have this baby, I'm going to kill you!"

Chetti heard Raquel loud and clear but didn't move an inch. She said not a word. With no worries, she sat next to Mac as the threats grew more and more distant. Eventually, they silenced. When they did, all that was on her mind was joy. Although Darien had gone on to burn in hell, he’d at least kept the bloodline pure. Now he just had to find a way to get custody of her grandbaby the moment Raquel gave birth.

* * *

Nessa was surprised to receive a call from Chavez early that morning. Immediately she thought he was calling her concerning their deal. So far, the bricks were moving quickly as expected. "Everything's going fine, Chavez," she told him just after answering the phone. "Your money will be on time."

"That's great to hear," he said. "But, that's not why I'm calling."

"What's up?"

"Would you like to go out for lunch? I have something I want to discuss with you."

Nessa accepted.

"Will send a limo for you," he told her.

She smiled widely. He’d never done that before.

“Well, sounds good to me,” she stated just before the two ended their call.

An hour later, Nessa found herself in the backseat of a white, fully loaded Bentley. Expecting to head back to Chavez's mansion, she was surprised when the Bentley took her to the airport and pulled up near a private luxury jet. Seeing Chavez standing at its steps caused Nessa’s insides to moisten. The chauffeur then hopped out of the Bentley, headed to Nessa's door and opened it. She emerged wearing a black Prada dress and Prada sunshades straight off the fashion runway. She looked stunning.

As she strutted across the runway to meet Chavez he smiled.

"You look beautiful," he complimented her.

"Thank you."

The two then walked up the jet's steps and went inside. Nessa wasted no time in asking, “Where are we headed?”

“No questions , please. Just enjoy,” he said kissing her hand.

What Chavez didn’t know was that Nessa was no longer the coy young women that he’d started doing business with over a month ago. She was maturing, learning the game, and becoming a real boss. She knew not to trust anyone, not even Chavez.

“Is this in my best interest?” she asked.

“Of course,” he responded then signaled for the pilot to prepare for take-off.

Minutes later, they were thirty thousand feet in the air. A few hours later, they were touching down in Beverly Hills where they were picked up by a limo and driven to a five-star restaurant on Rodeo Drive. Once inside, Nessa noticed that everyone seemed to know Chavez. It was obvious he visited often. The two were escorted to a table.

"Order anything you want," Chavez told her.

Opening the menu, Nessa saw that there was not a single meal for less than two hundred dollars. Her eyes were set on the Masa Toro rolls, and the Wagyu aged primed rib. Before long, they both ordered their meals and began to converse. Around them sitting at other tables were attorneys, doctors, CEOs and other high priced members of Beverly Hills society. With them sat beautiful women, mostly young, with diamonds around their necks and name brands on their backs.

"I have a question for you?" Chavez asked as he sipped from a glass of rare champagne.

"What is it?"

"How long do you think you can hustle in the streets?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that headed in the direction you're going, it's only a matter of time before you're caught. Don't get me wrong. I commend you for reaching the level you have. But, Nessa, the higher you climb, the greater the stakes."

"I'm doing what I have to do."

"I understand. But the way you're going, I see the Feds in your future, the IRS, the DEA."

Nessa listened intently.

"You can't truly rise in this game without security. I'm talking judges, prosecutors, Federal Agents, DEA Agents, connections in government. I'm talking powerful alliances, people who can keep the law off your back."

Nessa was truly interested. She knew she needed the big wigs behind her as she climbed the ladder to success.

"I can give you those things, Nessa."

"And what do I have to do to get those things? I know you're not offering them for free."

"I'm looking to expand into Baltimore and New York. And obviously I know you're looking to grow also. I need someone willing to be my representation in those two cities. I'll provide you with the product, Nessa. All you have to do is build the clientele."

Leaning forward and folding his hands on the tabletop, he said, "Nessa, I'm interested in you. I have been since the first day I laid eyes on you. I like your style. I like your beauty. I like everything about you, but specifically your hustle. I like the way you get out and get it. This could definitely be a great opportunity for you."

Nessa was definitely giving the offer deep thought.

"You accept, I'll provide my product to you at rock bottom prices and on credit. I'll also provide those connections that I spoke about."

Unfolding his hands and taking hers while looking directly into her eyes, he said, "I like you. I'm interested in you."

Nessa stared into his eyes. She could see that he wanted more from her than just a business relationship.

"You can rise to the top of this game, Nessa. You can be the most powerful woman the game has ever seen. I can give that to you."

It didn't take long for Nessa to accept. There was no way she could turn it down. Since Chavez had the best cocaine she'd ever come across, she knew the Baltimore streets and the New York streets would love it. It wouldn't take long for her to build clientele. She'd then have both cities along with Washington D.C under her belt. From there, she'd possibly expand to another city.

Thankful that she'd accepted, Chavez said, "Great, we have to celebrate."

The two celebrated by spending money, specifically Chavez. He took Nessa on a shopping spree that dwarfed any and every spree Luke had ever taken her on. Buying her Gucci, Chanel, Prada, Versace and more, he'd spent ninety grand on her in less than an hour.

Finally, back on the private jet, the two spoke more about the deal while enjoying a glass of fine wine and lavishly prepared meal. Their conversation soon turned into another fuck session. Nessa couldn’t believe his little dick was turning her on, so she figured it had to be the money or her raging hormones. She was definitely showing slightly, hoping Chavez still couldn’t tell. 

While finger fucking her on the plush leather seats then quickly fucking her from behind, Chavez called out, “You’re fucking me well, Mami, giving me all this pussy. What am I going to do with you?” He smacked her ass, flipped her over and pushed her off the seat. Turning to walk away, he made Nessa beg for it, “Papi, don’t leave me. Please bring that dick back over here.”

When he walked back with a shit eating grin on his face, Nessa knew what that meant. Chavez loved having his ass eaten out more than having his dick sucked. Nessa obliged and went to work on his shaven hole with her thick pink tongue. Since he could never take it for longer than ten seconds, Nessa knew it wouldn’t last long.

“You still want this dick?” Chavez enjoyed playing sex games with Nessa and for some strange reason, she was beginning to enjoy their sick sex episodes.  Her pussy was throbbing and at that point, she was willing to put anything in her cavern, even his little dick.

With dizzying views outside their window, city after city thousands of feet beneath them, Nessa straddled Chavez and rode him ferociously. As she did, she came hard several times. The orgasms weren't from Chavez's dick though. They were from the realization that she was headed to the next level of the game.        

Chapter 16

It had been a month since Nessa had agreed to Chavez's deal. And just like she had expected, she was reaching a new level. With her interests now spread throughout three different cities, she was constantly busy and constantly making money. She couldn't do it on her own though. She had to include Sidra, Trinity and NaNa more closely. She now had the three of them regularly taking trips up and down the highway, back and forth to New York and Baltimore with their crews, each trip worth hundreds of thousands.

Like Nessa had promised Chavez, she paid him back on time for the bricks she'd gotten on consignment. From there, she bought herself a townhouse in the suburb of Gaithersburg, which she spent over a hundred thousand dollars on top notch furnishing. She then bought herself a black Maserati, which she immediately slapped a set of 26 inch chrome Asanti rims on. Shopping sprees were countless for her and Sidra. Her bedroom's walk in closet was now filled with clothes, shoes and bags. She also placed several hundred thousand dollars in a safety deposit box at the bank while also keeping another hundred thousand in a floor safe in her bedroom.

To top it all off, she laced Sidra, NaNa and their individual crews with .45s and Choppers. Knowing the streets were heartless, she'd be damned if she was going to let her people be caught out there without the proper fire power.

Things between Nessa and Chavez were now heating up also. They'd fucked several more times since their business arrangement. And it was obvious that Chavez wanted a whole lot more from Nessa than just her earning power. He wanted her heart. Unfortunately for him, he had no idea Nessa was four months pregnant.

In the beginning, Nessa wasn't quite sure whether she should let her emotions get involved. Emotions and business can complicate shit big time, she knew. But Chavez just wouldn't let her be. He was constantly surprising her with roses on her doorstep, expensive gifts, and dinner dates in the most expensive restaurants. Nessa couldn't help but finally fall for him.

In spite of the success in such a short time, everything wasn't all perfect though. Trinity had informed Nessa that Brandon had been murdered. No one had any idea who did it, which had Nessa paranoid. She asked Chavez about him, wondering if maybe he'd done something to him. Chavez said he hadn't seen or heard from him, nor had he heard about the murder. Nessa didn't quite trust Chavez’s response, but had no choice but to keep moving. Hell, it was a blessing, sort of. As long as her previous dealings with him didn’t come back to haunt her she was okay with his death. But one thing about his disappearance Nessa couldn't shake...

Piper came up missing at the same time he did.

Nessa hadn't heard anything from Piper in over four weeks. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t pulled the disappearance act before, but this time her disappearance was more stressful. It worried her. Nessa remembered the coughing fit her mother had the very last time she'd seen her. She wondered about it. She'd begun having fits like that often. And whenever Nessa asked her about it, she shrugged it off or changed subjects. Now Nessa was wondering hard if those fits had something to do with her disappearance. Nessa had called every hospital looking for her mom, filed a missing persons report with the cops, and called every old friend Piper ever had. Nobody had seen her. She even put a twenty thousand dollar reward out on the streets for anyone who could find her, or contribute any information towards her whereabouts. So far, there were no leads.

On top of all that, Nessa was now flip flopping back and forth again about having an abortion, or keeping the baby. She'd already cancelled two appointments at the abortion clinic. She'd made another for the following week and she was dead set on keeping it this time. The counselors at the clinic told her she had now gotten into the dangerous zone for aborting the baby. If she waited much longer it couldn’t be done at their facility.