Boss Bitch (Bitch Series) (9 page)

WHEN I LEFT HOME the only person I could think of calling was Peaches. I didn’t want to speak to either of my dads because as pissed as I was with my mother I didn’t want them to know what happened. All of our lives was so full of drama there was no reason to bring even more. I was glad that Peaches answered because my first instinct when I got in the car was to call Amir. With all the anger I had towards him I was baffled that he was immediately the person I thought could make it all better. I pushed Amir to the back of my mind when I pulled up to the gated townhouse community Peaches lived at. I pressed in the code she gave me, and the gates opened. I had never been to this part of Teaneck but it was another beautiful area in Bergen County.

“That must be her spot right there,” I said out loud noticing her red drop top Benz in the driveway. There was also a white Escalade but I wasn’t sure if that was her car too or if she had company, but I would soon find out. When I got to the door I could hear loud talking and tapping of heels coming near. I rang the bell in within a few seconds Peaches had opened it.

“Hey girl!” She beamed, giving me a hug. “Collette, this is Aaliyah, my friend I was telling you about.”

“Oh yeah, it’s good to finally meet you,” she said extending her hand. “Peaches has told me so much about you and what you did for her while you all were locked up.”

“Yeah, but I know Peaches would’ve done the same thing for me.”

“True, I would’ve but you a pit-bull. Looking at you, you would never think. I guess that’s how you caught them broads off guard.”

“I guess you right,” we all laughed.

“Well, it was good meeting you, Aaliyah, and I’m sure we’ll see each other again.”

“It was good meeting you too.” Peaches and I stood outside for a few seconds, watching Collette get in her Escalade before going inside.

“Ummm, you are staying aren’t you?”

“Yeah, why you ask that?”

“Where are all your bags?”

“I left them in the car, we can get them later.”

“No problem, can I get you something, I mean a drink?”

“No I’m good. I’m loving your crib . . . it’s sick.”

“I love it too although it ain’t on that estate level you used too.”

Maybe not, but at least this is yours. Those cribs I live in don’t belong to me.”

“I feel you but all that is about to change.”

“I hope you’re right. Regardless I appreciate you letting me stay with you, especially under the circumstances.”

“No doubt. Girl, put that bullshit behind you. We about to be some rich bitches.”

“You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself,” I stated while my eyes scanned her residence.”

“For a young bitch in the game I’m doing pretty well for myself but fuck that we ‘bout to do a takeover.”

“Peaches, you are so damn crazy,” I laughed.

“I’m so damn serious. These two brothers I get my shit from are so deep in the game. They on some top tier shit. They had the Midwest and South on lockdown, now they trying to get the East Coast. They were having some difficulties but things seem to be starting to work in their favor.”

“Cool. Well I’m ready to jump in and get my hands dirty and I’m not scared a lick. Hustling is all in my DNA and it goes way back from generations.”

“I can tell. You one of those bitches don’t nobody ever see coming until it’s too late.”

“So when do I get started?”

“Those brothers who are technically my boss and now yours since we’re partners are having an exclusive, intimate party at their house tomorrow. We’re invited.”

“Really, sounds interesting.”

“It should be. I’ve never been invited to their crib before so clearly I’m moving up on the totem pole of importance.”

“Must be.”

“I think tomorrow will be the perfect time to introduce you to them. I already mentioned that I would be bringing my new partner so they’re looking forward to meeting you.”

“I didn’t bring any clothes for a party.”

“You can borrow something of mine. We’re around the same size.”

“Thanks but no thanks, I like to wear my own clothes. Plus I always love an excuse to go shopping. Tomorrow we’ll make a day of getting pampered and hitting up some high-end boutiques. I can run up my parent’s credit card a few more times.”

“Just think, pretty soon you won’t even need it. You’ll be balling so hard you won’t have nothing but endless cash coming out your pockets.”

“Cheers to that. Maybe I will have that drink you mentioned.” I followed Peaches to the kitchen and she pulled out a cold bottle of champagne and two glasses. I was def in the mood for a little celebrating.

“Here you go,” Peaches said handing me a glass of bubbly.

“Cheers to my new beginning and a Boss Bitch in the making.” We clanked our glasses and for the first time in what seemed like forever I was optimistic about my life.

“I can’t believe how much shit we bought today,” I said, dropping my shopping bags in the front door entrance when we got back to Peaches’ townhouse.

“Girl, I saw so much hot shit I could’ve shopped for another few hours. I’m glad you said it was time to go because I was losing my mind in that last store.”

“Once I found what I was wearing tonight I was good. It just took about seven stores and endless other outfits for me to figure it out.”

“Well we need to hurry up and get ready because we’re already running late.”

“I’ll be ready in less than an hour. But let me go get some champagne first. I can drink it while I’m getting dressed.”

“Cool, let’s do this.”

Luckily Peaches had two full size bathrooms in her crib so we could get ready at the same time. Getting all dolled up for a party was exciting for me, as I hadn’t done it in a very long time. The more I thought about it, I realized the last time I did get dressed up for a party was the night of Sway’s murder. Even after all this time had passed it was hard to believe that Sway Stone was dead. Although all the charges against me were dropped I would forever be connected to his murder. A few weeks ago VH-1 did a special on him in celebration of his birthday and of course they showed pictures of us together, talked about the charges against me, and my involvement in his death. Of course they waited to the end of the segment to mention those charges were dropped. The sensationalism of it all made for great television but for me it was like a dark cloud hanging over my head. I didn’t want my life to be remembered as the girl who was accused of murdering hip-hop mega superstar Sway Stone. I was determined to create a different legacy even if it meant moving kilos.

By the time I finished having flashbacks of my time with Sway I was dressed and ready to go. All I had to do was brush my hair and apply some makeup. My fuchsia Alexander McQueen silk chiffon open back mini dress was so risqué that I opted for a clean look when it came to my face. I went light on the eyes, some bronzer with a dab of Wonderstruck lip-gloss. I felt so fuckin’ sexy and I loved it. I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs so we could go.

The drive to ourdestination seemed rather long but I think it was because I was going to an unfamiliar place. The brothers lived further out in Somerset County in a small city called Bernardsville. I had never been in this part of Jersey but when Peaches turned down Claremont Rd., I felt right at home because there was nothing but money mansions decorating the street. One in particular sitting atop a mountain really caught my eye and of course that ended up being the winding driveway Peaches pulled up to.

“Damn, I knew them niggas was making bank but they gettin’ it foreal. Watch we gon’ be just like them, Peaches bragged.

“You ain’t sayin’ nothin’ but a thang,” I chimed in, cosigning on our dreams of being female drug lords.

“Let’s do it!”

When we got to the entrance Peaches showed what I guess was some type of invite to the security guard. The funny part was that the invite was a little black and chrome toy gun that fit in the palm of your hand. It had a serial number engraved in it that matched up with a number on the guest list. The valet took the keys to the car and we headed to the entrance feeling and looking like some bad bitches. When we stepped inside, the spatial design all portrayed the finest materials and caftsmanship, Corinthian columns, Enkeboll moldings, absolute black moldings and Swarovskichandeliers. We could hear two men talking so we followed the voices. When we entered the great room there were about a dozen people sitting down in chairs and another dozen standing up. They were all listening to the two men speak. They both stopped for a second and stared at us when we came in.

“That’s the brothers,” Peaches whispered as we took a seat on a couch that wasn’t occupied. While listening to the men I couldn’t believe that two brothers could look totally different but be equally fine. Both of them had an aura about them that was magnetic. There was one attribute that was a dead giveaway they were related. They shared the exact same smile with a dimple on the left side. After taking in the sexiness of the two brothers I inspected everybody else. It seemed that there were mostly couples in attendance. The men were all dressed in what seemed to be tailored suits but the women had no style at all. It was like they threw on a bunch of expensive name brand shit but knew nothing about fashion. They just wanted to be able to brag and say they man had long money and could afford to buy them such and such labels. “Come on, I want to introduce you to the brothers,” Peaches said, grabbing my arm after they finished talking.

“Girl, you have to give me one second. I need to go to the bathroom. Those few glasses of bubbly I had before we left have kicked in.”

“Go ‘head, I’ll be over there talking to them so just come over.”

“Cool.” I wanted to run to the bathroom but felt it wouldn’t be ladylike so I fast walked instead. “Excuse me, where is the restroom?” I asked, one of the servers who were working the party. She pointed down the hall and I rushed in that direction. Luckily nobody was occupying the bathroom. After I did what I had to do, I washed my hands and checked my appearance in the mirror. I freshened up my face and brushed my hair before making my exit. Now I’m ready to meet my new bosses I thought opening the bathroom door.

“Oh shit,” I jumped.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Well, if you’re standing directly in front of somebody when they open the door it’s bound to scare them.” I had to catch myself from going off because after the initial shock wore off I quickly realized that it was one of the brothers who had caught me off guard.

“Again, I apologize.”

“Apology accepted, now excuse me.”

“Wait, I actually came over here because I wanted to speak to you. You’re Aaliyah, correct?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Peaches informed me that you had come to the bathroom. I was hoping we could discuss some things in private.”

“Some things like what?”

“Come with me into my office,” he continued without answering my question. I went ahead and followed him, wondering what the hell he needed to say to me in private. “Close the door,” he directed as he made his way behind his opulent marble desk. Inside his office he had shelves and shelves of nothing but books. He also had a huge portrait of himself and his brother along with other paintings that I could tell were very expensive. Nico had become a huge art collector in the last few years so he had already schooled me on deciphering between the good shit and the bullshit.