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  “He need a Bad Bitch help him wit’ cash flow. I’m his Boss Bitch find me at his trap door. I’m his type I’m what he asked for.

  My nigga gettin’ money,

  I say get some more…”

  Joy Deja King-Bad Bitch

  Table of Contents

  Aaliyah

  Precious

  Aaliyah

  Precious

  Aaliyah

  Precious

  Aaliyah

  Precious

  Aaliyh

  Precious

  Aaliyah

  Precious

  Aaliyah

  Precious

  Aaliyah

  Precious

  Aaliyah

  Precious

  Aaliyah

  Precious

  Aaliyah

  Aaliyah

  I came into the world surrounded by wealth and privilege. I could’ve been anything I wanted to b e and I was…I was a Bad Bitch on my way to gettin’ that helicopter money and I was loving every minute of it. I chose to walk on the same path as my Grandfather and Father but in different shoes. As I thought about my Grandfather, someone I respected and loved more than just about anybody else in this world, there was one thing I would do differently than him. If I had my way, Maya would’ve been dead by now, but there was no doubt in my mind that I would accomplish the very thing no one had been able to do, including my Mother. I would make sure Maya took her last breath and was six feet under, sooner rather than later.

  I stood in front of the arched window, soaking in the breathtaking views of downtown Miami’s skyline from over 250 feet of open bay frontage. Watching as the wind ushered the waves towards the shore, with the sun’s golden light shining on the rippling water was the closest I had gotten to serenity in what seemed like many years. My life had me on a nonstop ride of one disaster after another. Starting with being accused of Sway’s murder and then sitting in jail until I stood trial. Then my Grandfather being shot and in a coma, my parent’s getting separated to breaking up with Amir which was still taking a toll on me emotionally after all these months. So many things in my life had changed, but so many other things stayed the same.

  “Are you ready to go?”

  “Dale, you startled me,” I gasped, when I heard his voice. I turned around and he was standing in the door entrance.

  “I apologize. Wherever your mind was, it had to be in deep thought.”

  “I guess you could say that.”

  “Is it anything you want to talk about?”

  “No, I’m good.”

  “You sure? You know you can talk to me about anything. Remember you’re my protege. It’s in my best interest to always make sure nothing is keeping you from being at the top of your game.”

  “I understand that but there’s no need to worry. I won’t disappoint you or myself. I’m in this game to win and I won’t accept anything less than that.”

  “Then I take it you’re ready for our meeting so

  lets go.”

  “Of course I am,” I grinned, grabbing my purse off the living room table.

  We headed outside towards the awaiting car and like always I looked up at the towering palm trees and a smile crept across my face. Miami had become a place that I treasured because everything about it gave me something that New York/New Jersey never could and that was peace.

  “Do you feel prepared for the meeting?” Dale questioned, once again taking me away from my private thoughts. I knew he meant well but I was looking forward to having some much needed time alone.

  “Yes. We’ve already gone over this. You’re going to lead the conversation. I’m going to sit and listen and when you’re ready for me to give additional critical information, you’ll casually lean forward and that will be my cue to step in,” I stated with an underlying annoyance in my tone.

  “No need to get irritated,” Dale said, placing his hand on my upper left thigh. “You don’t seem quite yourself today so you can’t blame me for being concerned. You know how important this meeting is.”

  “I get that, but have I ever dropped the ball on anything that has to do with business?”

  “No and I wanna make sure you keep it that

  way.”

  I turned and gazed out the backseat window as the driver made his way to Indian Creek Island for our meeting. I didn’t respond to what Dale said because I couldn’t deny that I was “off” today. As much stress as the East Coast brought me it was home and I missed my family and more importantly my heart ached for Amir.

  “Is it Maya, is that what has your mind someplace else?”

  I simply nodded my head yes. I figured that sounded much better than having to confess to Dale I was yearning for my ex.

  “I already told you when the time was right Maya would be handled. You need to let that go for now. We have much bigger and significant deals on the table right now that have to be dealt with.”

  “You’re right. I just don’t want Maya to slip away. She’s been a thorn in my family’s lives for far too long and the Peaches situation was the final nail in her coffin. Even the thought of her slipping through my fingers, burns me up inside.”

  “That’s not gonna happen. I got my people keeping track of all her movements. Like I promised you, when the time is right, I will bring Maya to you and you can personally take pleasure in ending her life once and for all. You have to believe that.”

  “I do. I do believe that,” I nodded, looking back out the window. I had learned never to doubt Dale’s word. Each thing that he promised me thus far, he delivered it and more. Proof of that was being shown to me once again, as the driver made his way up the long elegant landscaped driveway at 12 Indian Creek Drive. This home was located on Dade County’s most prestigious Private Island. I’m talking homes that start at 30 million and go nowhere but up. Juan Alvarez, the head of one of the most profitable and deadliest Mexican Cartels, owned the palatial estate we were now entering. This was the man that would take me to making that helicopter money, purchasing private jets, buying islands and shit like that.

  After our
ordeal with Peaches and I had to murder that bitch, I became completed fixated on two things: Killing Maya and making money. Dale promised that he would make sure I achieved both. When I realized Maya had set me up to be killed, she was at the top of my list to fall. Dale convinced me to hold back and let that shit settle for a while. At first I resisted his suggestion but I had watched Dale and I respected how he moved in handling his business so I listened to his logic and followed it. He told me to focus my energy on stacking paper because the money would give me all the power I needed, to eliminate Maya and just about anybody else I felt was a threat to me or my family.

  After several months of soaking up any and every business move Dale and his brother Emory made, I became the female version of them which made me all the more lethal. I became meticulous with how I handled money, drugs and people we did business with and the more moves I made I wanted to make even bigger ones. Because men dominated the drug business, I had no problem using the female persuasion to my advantage. I dangled it just enough to keep my creditability intact but to also allow our business associates to lower their wall enough for me to get the information I needed to close better deals. It was that calculated maneuvering that put the name Juan Alvarez on my radar. Everyone including Emory swore it would be impossible to get to him. The only person that didn’t flinch was Dale. Like me he loved a challenge and like he promised, against all the odds here we were.

  When we pulled through the iron gates in every direction you turned there appeared to be armed guards. He had an army watching over him like he was the President of the United States but in the world of drugs I guess you could say Juan Alvarez was.

  “This place is unbelievable,” I commented, as we got closer to his massive mansion. I had lived and seen many stunning homes in my short lifetime but this place was something completely different. The sprawling European design was beyond breathtaking.

  “That it is. But if we play our cards right we’ll be able to have one just like it,” Dale stated, with unwavering confidence. I couldn’t help but smile because like always he made me a believer.

  In the brief moment from me glancing over at Dale and smiling at his comment, before our driver could even step out and open the door for us, there was an armed guard on both sides of the car doing that job for him. They immediately began patting us down and I looked over at Dale and he nodded his head letting me know to go with the flow. I planned on doing that anyway. We had come this far I wasn’t about to fuck it up now.

  “Follow us,” the guard that had just finished patting Dale down said, directing us towards the front entrance. A 40 ft. hand-painted ceiling with gold leaf accents in the foyer greeted us. I wanted to gasp as we walked through what had to be over 40,000 square ft. of what I would describe as a grand and majestic masterpiece. After what felt like a never-ending marathon we finally ended up outside. Off in the distance I noticed the dock with a huge yacht and a private lagoon. But it was the over 50- foot long mosaic tiled 24k gold lined pool that truly had me in awe. The water seemed to be calling my name but that feeling didn’t last long because once again there were armed guards posted everywhere. Seeing them took all sense of peace or relaxation away but I assumed that was the purpose they were there to serve.

  “Mr. Alvarez, your guest have arrived,” the guard that had led us in announced. I still couldn’t see him because he was sitting down on a high gloss white circular sofa with his back turned to us. I noticed him signaling the guard by putting up one finger. “He’s on a call. He’ll be with you both shortly,” the guard informed us.

  I appreciated having a little extra time before we were formally introduced because out of nowhere a burst of nervousness crept up on me. That was so not my style as Dale had taught me how to remain calm even under the most strenuous situations. He warned me that keeping a composed demeanor could be the difference between living and dying in certain predicaments. I quickly closed my eyes and let out a soft breath to center myself and regain control. In that instant I realized where all the anxiety was coming from. I was about to meet the man that would change my life forever

  Precious

  He’s not coming back.” At first I thought the voice I heard was a figment of my imagination but when I turned in the direction it came from I knew it wasn’t.

  “Genesis, I wasn’t expecting you until later on.”

  “I know but I might have to go out of town tonight so I wanted to make sure we got everything squared away in case I do.”

  “No problem,” I said, breaking away from the double glass door that had a panoramic New York City skyline view. “Let’s get started.”

  “You’re just going to ignore my statement?”

  “What are you talking about?” I asked, giving my best look of bewilderment.

  “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Genesis said, in his typical matter of fact tone that made me cringe when the topic focused on me.

  “Honestly I don’t.”

  “So when I walked in you weren’t thinking about Supreme?”

  “Oh, now you’re a mind reader. You never cease to amaze me, Genesis, with your limitless talents.”

  “Joke all you like, it doesn’t change what I said. You’re going to have to accept Supreme is gone and he’s not coming back.” Genesis’s words stung. When I first heard him say it, I thought if I didn’t respond it would somehow erase what he said. But of course Genesis couldn’t or wouldn’t let it rest.

  “Genesis, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “I’m talking about these,” he said, reaching down and picking up some documents off the table. “Not signing your divorce papers isn’t going to salvage your marriage, it is only going to prolong the inevitable.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Genesis!” I barked, letting my frustration get the best of me. “Those papers mean nothing! Supreme still loves me and that’s a fact.”

  “I never said he didn’t.”

  “Then what are you saying? Call me a romantic but what happened to love conquers all.”

  “Sometimes so much damage can be done in a marriage that love simply isn’t enough.” I turned away from Genesis and swallowed hard trying to stop the tears that I could feel developing in my eyes. I wasn’t emotionally ready to believe that as fact. When I felt I had pulled myself together, I turned

  back around to face Genesis.

  “You’re entitled to your opinion but I disagree. My marriage is not over. Supreme just needs some time. He’ll realize we belong together.”

  “If you want to lie to me, that’s fine but make sure you don’t lie to yourself.”

  “Enough about Supreme. The reason you came over is so we can discuss business.”

  “Business it is.”

  “Good. Did you find out when we’re going to be getting those shipments in? It’s already a week late and if we don’t feed our buyers then they’ll go to another supplier and we don’t want that.”

  “I spoke to our connect and he guaranteed the shipment by six o’clock today.”

  “What is the fuckin’ hold up?”

  “According to him they had to reroute the delivery due to potential interference from the feds. He said it ended up being a false alarm but they had to lay low and be cautious.”

  “But everything is straight now?”

  “So he says but I’m not taking any chances.”

  “So what’s the backup plan?”

  “That’s why I might have to go out of town. If we don’t get it by the time he guaranteed then I’m going to meet with a new connect.”

  “Genesis, I’ve been saying this for the last several months. We need to stop fuckin’ with the middle person and go directly to the top

  motherfuckers.”

  “Trust me I’m working on that. The problem is the people we deal with are at the top of the totem pole, to get the actual individual that sits right on the throne is proving to be much more difficult. They prefer not to deal with the buyers and only their top ma
n that handles the distribution.”

  “That’s understandable but what are we supposed to do when shit likes this happen. They playin’ wit our money.”

  “I’m with you on that. With the amount of money we’re spending and volumes we’re moving I think it might be enough incentive to make the man sitting on the throne reconsider.”

  “He has to. My father left his business in my hands for a reason and I refuse to fuck up the empire he has built even if it’s an illegal one.”

  “Precious, your father would be proud of how you’re handling everything. You stepped in with your eyes wide open and went to work.”

  “Yes I did but I couldn’t have done it without your assistance. Not only have you given some incredible advice you’ve walked me through a lot of bullshit, that I had no idea came with running an empire of this magnitude.”

  “I’ve only done what I know Quentin would want me to do. And you’ve actually made my job easy because you do listen and follow directions very well,” Genesis smiled. I felt some slight sarcasm with the ‘follow direction’ comment but I knew it was all love so I smiled right back at him.

  “I do want to make a suggestion.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Even if the shipment comes in today, I think in the near future you should still make that trip so we can get the top dog in our pocket.”

  “I agree and I already planned on doing so. I guess great minds do think alike.”

  “No argument from me about that. Now if I could only get you on the same page about Maya. Then we would have the perfect business relationship although Maya is more personal than business.”

  “You know where I stand on that. Quentin made me promise that not only would I look out for you but also Maya. She’s his daughter and he loves her in spite of her flaws…same as you.”

  “I know you’re not comparing me to that needs to be institutionalized psycho.”

  “No but you are flawed, Precious, and so am I. If your father was to wake up from that coma and find out you were responsible for killing Maya and I did nothing to stop it, he would never forgive me.” “You wouldn’t have to worry about me telling him. It can be our little secret.”