Authors: Treasure Hernandez

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Once Quick saw Kat pick up the phone, he made his exit.

“That's right, you bitch-ass nigga!” Kat yelled. “You better run, muthafucka! I got something for ya ass. You watch and see. You done put your hands on the wrong one!” she yelled, making a scene in her hood.

Quick ignored her threats as he flagged down a cab and headed home.

“Who That Nigga?”

Major Pain smiled as he pulled up in the strip club's parking lot. He could tell that the club was jumping just by how packed the parking lot was. After ten minutes of searching, he finally found a parking spot. He cut the engine off and checked his face through the rearview mirror. He took the 9 mm from off his lap and stuck it under his seat. Then he hopped out the truck and made his way toward the entrance.

When Major Pain reached the entrance, the big bouncer quickly stopped him. “Hold it right there!” the big man said, placing his paw on Major Pain's chest.

Major Pain looked at the bouncer like he was crazy. He brushed the big man's filthy hands off him. “Fam, be easy.”

“No,
you
be easy!” the bouncer shot back, looking down at Major Pain. “Spread your arms!” he growled, and he began patting down Major Pain for weapons.

Major Pain stood there while the big man searched him. He screwed his face up when the bouncer brushed past his testicles the second time. “Yo, fam”âMajor Pain stepped backâ“that's twice.”

“Shut yo' bitch ass up.” The bouncer stepped to the side so Major Pain could enter the club.

Major Pain stepped in the club with a frown on his face. Before he had got to the club he was in a good mood, but the bouncer at the front door had just fucked up his entire night. Major Pain's mind was already made up. When he left the club, he was going to grab his 9 mm and teach the big man a lesson.

Major Pain made his way over to the bar. He needed a drink to calm his nerves. “Yo, let me get a bottle of Rozay,” he said, tossing some bills up on the counter.

The bartender placed the bottle of Rozay on the counter along with champagne flute.

“Nah, I don't need no glass.” Major Pain took the bottle off the counter. He swigged straight from the bottle as he made his way over to the wall and placed his back up against it, so he could see everything as he watched the show that the strippers put on. He bobbed his head to the sound of Lil Wayne blasting from the speakers.

Major Pain took another swig from his bottle as he watched all the action going on in the club. He watched the bouncer who gave him trouble at the front door roughly grab some guy up and toss him down the long flight of stairs leading to the front door. He thought the bouncer was just trying to show off in front of the strippers.

Major Pain shook his head in disgust as he watched the bouncer walk around the club trying to intimidate the customers. He made a mental note to make an example out of the big man.

Everybody in the strip club got hype when Three 6 Mafia's song, “Who Run It,” came blaring through the speakers.

Major Pain bobbed his head as he sipped from his bottle. He watched a light-skin woman with a nice-looking weave make her way in his direction. She wore a pair of stilettos with a pair of fishnet stockings, and up top, her breasts hung freely. The woman and Major Pain kept eye contact with one another the whole time as she walked up to him.

Major Pain watched as the other men in the club grabbed at the light-skin woman's hand and wrist as she walked through the club.

The woman stopped directly in Major Pain's face. “What's up?” She was so close, it looked like the two were about to kiss.

Major Pain turned his head and took another swig from his bottle. “Fuck you mean, what's up?”

“I saw you watching me from all the way across the room,” she said. “Were you undressing me with your eyes?”

Major Pain smiled. “Maybe,” he replied. He looked closer and noticed that the woman was drop-dead gorgeous. “And if I was?”

“Then me and you might have to fight.” The woman smiled, rubbing her hands on Major Pain's chest.

“Yo, what's your name, ma?” Major Pain looked at her sexy full lips that were covered with gloss. If she wasn't a stripper, he would've kissed her in her mouth right then and there.

“Everyone calls me Apple Bottom.” She turned around so Major Pain could get a good look at her fat ass.

Major Pain looked down and saw that Apple Bottom had a big butterfly tattooed on her ass.

“Oh, this my shit!” Apple Bottom slurred, throwing her hands in the air and making the wings on her butterfly flap to Fabolous' song, “You Be Killin' 'Em,” blaring through the speakers.

Major Pain watched as Apple Bottom moved her body like a snake in front of him. She was looking back at him the whole time. Her eyes told him that she wanted him to fuck the shit out of her, and the way she moved her body just confirmed what her eyes were saying.

Major Pain swigged from his bottle as he watched Apple Bottom rub and grind her ass all over his package.

Lucky and Hawk sat over on the other side of the club discussing business, getting their drink on. Since Sosa was still locked up, the two men began making decisions on their own, to keep the empire afloat. But no matter what they did, they always put Sosa's cut off to the side.

“Yo, I can't believe your sister is a stripper.” Lucky downed his shot in one gulp.

Hawk shrugged his shoulders. “Can't stop a muthafucka from doing what they want,” he said. “She might be a stripper, but she's a good woman and has a good heart.”

Lucky nodded his head, but in his mind he told himself he had never once met a good-hearted stripper. Most of them were straight-up hustlers. Hawk's sister could've been different, but he wasn't buying it.

“Speaking of your sister,” Lucky said, looking around, “where did she disappear to? I want her to hook me up with one of her stripper friends.”

Hawk scanned the club for a second until he finally spotted his little sister. “She right over there,” he said, pointing in her direction.

Lucky followed Hawk's hand and couldn't believe who Hawk's sister was all up on. “Yo, that's that nigga Major Pain over there,” he said out loud.

“Major who?”

“He works with Turf,” Lucky said, knowing Major Pain was one of the men who had tried to take his life at the mansion party. He watched closely as Hawk's sister danced with Major Pain like they were the only two in the club.

“Who that nigga my sister dancing with?” Hawk said, his nose flared. He didn't like how his sister was dancing with the man in the first place. He had been to the club plenty of times, and usually his sister would just work the crowd and maybe do a little pole work, but he had never seen his sister dancing with a john the way she was dancing with this Major Pain guy.

Hawk quickly stood to his feet, as him and Lucky made their way over to the other side of the club.

Major Pain ran his free hand all over Apple Bottom's body as he continued to grind up on her as she flowed to the beat. And he most definitely was loving the woman's butterfly.

Apple Bottom grabbed Major Pain's hand and led him over to a sofa that could hold two. “So what's your name?” she asked, rubbing her hand across his chest.

“Pain.”

“Oh really?” Apple Bottom smiled. “As in âhurt me' pain?”

“No. As in Major Pain.” He lifted his bottle to his mouth.

“Let me see your phone real quick.” Apple Bottom licked her lips.

Major Pain removed his BlackBerry from its case and handed it to the sexy woman that sat before him. He watched as Apple Bottom stored her number inside then handed him his phone back.

“Let me finish getting this money. I'll be back over here in a few.” Apple Bottom winked as she got up and walked off.

Major Pain watched as she slid on some ugly man's lap. He smirked as he took another swig from his bottle. When he looked up again, he saw Lucky headed straight for him, along with an angry-looking man in tow.

Major Pain quickly shot to his feet and took a defensive stance. Before he knew it, Lucky had already swung on him. The two men went spilling into the rest of the crowd, as they tried to take each other's head off.

Hawk picked up a wooden stool and crashed it over Major Pain's back.

Once the fight started getting out of hand, the DJ shut off the music and called for security over the mic. “Come on, guys,” he said over the mic. “Don't ruin the night.”

Three big bouncers quickly ran over to the middle of the club and broke up the fight.

When the bouncer watching over the front door saw that Major Pain was the one causing trouble, he yelled, “I got him!” The big man roughly grabbed Major Pain up by the shirt and threw him in a choke hold as he escorted him over to the staircase, where he tossed him down the stairs.

The bouncer laughed as he watched Major Pain tumble down the steps and land at the bottom. “Trouble-making muthafucka!” He then trotted down the steps and picked Major Pain up again, this time using Major Pain's head to open up the front door, then tossed him out into the street like trash. “And stay out!” he barked, and him and the rest of his bouncer friends busted out laughing.

Outside, two police officers helped Major Pain to his feet. “You need an ambulance?” one of them asked.

“No, he's fine. I'll take him home,” Apple Bottom said, fully dressed as she came to the rescue, and the two officers helped escort Major Pain into the backseat of Apple Bottom's Land Rover.

“Thank you so much, officers.” Apple Bottom handed each officer a twenty-dollar bill apiece and climbed behind the wheel and slowly exited the parking lot.

Quick stepped inside his apartment and saw Tiffany peacefully sleeping on the air mattress. He stared at her for a second before entering the bedroom. He was happy now that Tiffany could finally get a good night's rest. Ever since she had moved in with him, he had noticed that now she smiled more and always seemed to be happy, even when things weren't going as smoothly as she expected.

Quick stepped in the bedroom, slipped out of his clothes, and hopped in the bed. He grabbed his cell phone from off the nightstand, so he could charge it. As he plugged his phone up, he saw that he had four missed calls from Kat. Quick ignored the missed calls and silently stared up at the ceiling until he finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Quick woke to the smell of some good breakfast floating through out the house. “Damn! That shit smells good,” he said, sliding out the bed. He made his way to the living room.

“Hey, sorry,” Tiffany apologized. “I hope I didn't wake you up.”

“Don't mention it.” Quick waved her off. “I didn't know you could cook like this,” he said, looking at the pancakes, turkey bacon, and scrambled eggs.

“It's a lot of things you don't know about me.” Tiffany smirked as she made her plate along with Quick's.

The two took a seat on the floor and enjoyed their breakfast.

“Damn!” Quick moaned as he destroyed his meal like an animal. He couldn't remember the last time he had a home-cooked meal.

Tiffany laughed. “Slow down.” She had never had someone appreciate her cooking like this before. She used to cook for Blake, but most of the time he would never eat.

“This the best breakfast I done had in a while. I might can get used to this.”

“Oh really.” Tiffany smiled at Quick as he sipped his orange juice. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

“How come you never tried to come on to me?”

The question kind of caught Quick off guard. “I mean,” he began, stalling for time, “I'm not really looking for all that right now. Right before you moved in”âhe paused, shaking his headâ“my girlfriend, who I had been with for a while, had just been murdered not too long ago.”

“I'm sorry. I didn't know.”

“It's okay,” Quick said, flashing a friendly smile. “You didn't know.”

“Well, I just want to say thanks for not pushing up on me, and making me feel welcome. I really appreciate it,” she said sincerely.

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