Chapter 18 The next night
A black Mercedes Benz pulled in front of a night club. The vallet, a young brother in a red vest, came to the driver side and opened the door. Threat stepped out of the whip, one crocodile skin Stacy Adams shoe at a time. When he pulled himself into view, he was decked out in an apple-jack and a navy blue sweater vest, which he wore over a button-down and tie. On his wrist was a gold Michael Kors watch. It was simple, yet classy. Smoothly and with a flick of his wrist, he slipped the vallet the crisp folded $50 dollar bill in his palm.
Threat went around to the passenger side door and pulled it ajar. He held out his mitt and a feminine hand grasped it. Threat pulled the hand into him and a thick vixen stepped her red and silver spiked Ch
