Mecca pulled into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn and hopped out of the car, leaving his car with the valet. He pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and gave it to the valet. “Take care of my car,” he said. “You fuck that up, I fuck you up. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” the valet answered immediately.
Mecca walked over to the passenger side and opened the door or Anisa.
“Thanks,” she stated with a smile. She grabbed his hand and walked beside him.
When they entered the hotel, Mecca checked into a regular room, using one of his many aliases.
Butterflies circled in Anisa’s stomach because she was sure that her girls had gotten lost in the sauce of Miami’s nightlife traffic. It doesn’t even matter because, once I slip this nigga this GHB pill, this mu’fucka gon’ be out for the count anyway. It’ll give me enough time to let them know where I’m at, she thought as she reluctantly followed Mecca up to the tenth floor of the hotel.
“Where in the hell did they go?” Robyn asked in a panicked tone. “I don’t see them! Can you see the car?”
“Nah, but you need to chill out. Now is not the time to start tripping. We’ve done this shit a thousand times. Let’s just stick to the plan. Anisa knows how to handle herself. We fucked up by losing her, but she’ll contact us when she can,” Miamor stated confidently.
“Me don’t know, Miamor. This job is on a whole ‘nother level. What if she needs us?” Aries asked.
Miamor could feel the fear creeping into her team’s heart. She knew that fear could easily manipulate any situation, and she was fighting to keep control. Where are you, Nis? Let me know something, she thought, as she too began to worry. She didn’t like the fact that she had lost their mark, but she knew Anisa would be able to handle herself until they could get there.
“I just need to use the restroom. I’ll be right out,” Anisa said as she entered the hotel room. She quickly disappeared behind the safety of the bathroom door and locked it behind her. She sat on the toilet, her heart beating a mile a minute and pulled out her two-way. She sent the text to her crew-I’m at the Holiday Inn on Biscayne Blvd. Room 1128-then quickly put her phone in her purse and flushed the toilet for show. She washed her hands and walked out of the bathroom.
As soon as she opened the door, Mecca was standing there looking her in the face.
“Oh!” she exclaimed as she dropped her Chanel clutch purse onto the floor. “Shit!” she yelled out. The contents of her purse spilled out onto the floor, and she quickly squatted to retrieve the tiny packet of white powder before Mecca could see it.
“Why you so jumpy, ma?” Mecca asked, his stare penetrating her, his hand caressing the side of her face. Then he looked into the bathroom suspiciously. “I need to get in there.” He walked inside and closed the door behind him.
“O-okay.”
Anisa rushed over to the mini-bar and set up two glasses. She used Grey Goose because she didn’t want to use dark liquor, afraid that the residue from the drug might float to the top. She used her finger to mix the powder into the glass and then removed her silver Chanel dress. She stood in her black Victoria’s Secret bra and thong, and her four-inch Chanel stilettos.
When Mecca walked out, he saw her standing with two drinks in her hand. He admired the curves of her body. Her wide hips, flat stomach, and apple-shaped bottom gave him an instant hard-on. He could only imagine the treasure that she had between her thighs, and couldn’t wait to taste her.
“Here, baby, I fixed us a drink. I want us to relax so that we can enjoy the night.”
“I’m not drinking tonight.”
Fuck you mean, you not drinking, nigga? You been drinking all fuckin’ night, and now you want to change up?
Mecca could see the distress on her face. “That’s a problem?”
“No, baby, I just want to make you feel good. How about we order some room service, have some drinks, and afterwards I’ll let you put your dick in something warm?” She put the glass of Grey Goose in his hands and left a trail of kisses from his ear, to his chest, and continued to move south. She got to his pants and unbuckled his belt.
Just as she was about to go to work, he grabbed her hair forcefully, almost tearing it from the root. “You drink it,” he stated in a menacing tone.
The look in her eyes confirmed his suspicions. When she didn’t respond, he continued, “You got two choices. You can either drink it, or I’m gon’ blow a hole through your top.” He removed his gold-dipped Beretta 950 Jetfire and aimed it at her head.
“Mecca, what the hell is your problem?” Anisa stood to her feet. “I just want to make you feel good. You’re pointing guns in my face and shit. We’re supposed to be having a good time,” she whined, trying to flip the situation in her favor.
“Save that shit. You think I didn’t see the car that was following us, bitch? Drink up. If there’s nothing going on, then you have nothing to worry about.”
Anisa realized her plan wasn’t working. Where are you, Mia? She slowly reached for the drugged drink. She knew that if she drank the liquor, she would be committing suicide. Mecca had peeped her shade, so she knew that she had to act fast. She grabbed the drink from his hands and tilted it toward her mouth.
Mecca watched intently, but just as her lips touched the glass, she violently threw the liquor in his face and darted for the door.
“Bitch!” he yelled as he cleared the wetness from his face and chased after her. She managed to open it slightly, but he was right on her ass and slammed his weight against her, causing the door to slam shut. Then he grabbed her neck and tossed her to the floor as if she were the size of a rag doll.
“Aww!”
“Bitch, you trying to poison me? You trying to set me up?” Mecca aimed his gun at her head, and before she could deny his accusation, he silenced her with two to the dome.
“There that nigga go!” Robyn pointed to Mecca as he rushed out of the parking lot.
Mia peered into his car, and immediately noticed that he was alone. It was at that instant that she felt something was horribly wrong. “Where’s Nisa?” she asked, her tires screeching as she pulled up swiftly to the valet curb. She hopped out of the car and shouted to the valet, “Leave my car running. I’ll be right out!”
Robyn and Aries were right behind her. They didn’t wait for the elevator to make it down to the hotel lobby and darted straight for the staircase. Each girl was silent, all fearing the worst.
When they finally made it to the eleventh floor, Miamor took off for Room 1128. They were all out of breath but kept running as if their lives depended on it.
Mia noticed that the room door wasn’t closed completely and pushed it open forcefully. “Nisa?” she called as she saw her sister lying in a small pool of blood. Tears immediately came to her eyes.
“Oh my God!” Robyn shouted when she saw her good friend’s body on the floor.
Aries was speechless as she watched Miamor kneel by her sister’s side.
“No! Nisa, wake up, baby. Don’t do this, Anisa. Get up!” Mia shook her big sister’s body as if she were only asleep. “Come on, help me get her up!” she yelled, looking back at Aries and Robyn for help. “Come on! She needs to get to a hospital. Help me please,” she cried, her voice sounding like that of a small child.
“We’ve got to get out of here,” Robyn whispered as she kneeled down beside Miamor.
“No! I can’t leave her. Nisa, come on, get up.”
“Mia, there’s nothing that we can do for her now. It’s too late. She’s gone,” Robyn said sadly. “She’s gone.”
Miamor nodded, her face frowned up in pain. “I know,” she whispered in between sobs. She leaned over her sister’s dead body and whispered in her ear, “I love you, Nis, and I’m going to kill him, I promise.” She kissed her sister’s cheek and then exited the room.