From Ratchet to Riches 2

  From Ratchet To Riche$ 2

  A Hood Love Tale

  Patrice Balark

  From Ratchet To Riches 2

  Copyright © 2019 by Patrice Balark

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  Contents

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  Last Time in FROM RATCHET TO RICHE$

  Chapter 1

  Untitled

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  TO BE CONTINUED…

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  Danielle looked through the bags of clothes Mecca walked in with and smiled. She couldn’t believe how clutch Capone had been. Let Mecca tell it, he was nice just because, but Danielle felt like it was some bullshit. Not complaining because she was grateful, she just wondered why he was so gracious.

  “You like it?” Mecca asked from the doorway, smacking on a bag of chips.

  Looking up at her big sister, Dani grinned.

  “This shit so dope.”

  “Yeah, I told him he ain’t have do this, but he wouldn’t listen.” Mecca beamed, taking a seat on the bed.

  “I heard around the hood about how much money Capone got but damn…. Mecca you hit the jack pot.” Kay added in from her spot in the bed.

  “Jackpot? Girl it aint even like that.” Mecca defensively replied.

  “BITCH PLEASE! What nigga spending money just because he’s a nice nigga? He got a motive, that’s all I’m saying.” Kay snapped, standing to her feet and walking over to the window.

  “Like I said…. It ain’t even like that and besides, he got a girl.” Mecca told them.

  “He admitted that to you?” Kay quizzed from her spot at the window.

  “Yeah. He answered the phone on speaker and all that.”

  Danielle listened as Mecca and Kay rambled on back and forth about Capone. To her, he was cool as long as he didn’t play her sister.

  “Aight Dani remember, we have to be back here at four o clock to meet up with Nurse Peaches’ friend who’s going to try and help us get Yana back.” Danielle heard Mecca say.

  “Yeah I know. You just make sure you here. I don’t have a phone like you to call.” Dani replied, folding the last shirt.

  Once she placed the bags in Kay’s closet, Danielle headed out the door to meet Pip. Since agreeing to work with Pip yesterday, Dani’s mind had been racing nonstop. She never thought that she’ll be in a predicament such as the one she was in. She had agreed to work for Pip so quickly because of her sisters, she hadn’t even thought about herself. She knew the type of world they lived in; therefore, she had to get it by any means necessary.

  “What’s up Young Bull?” Pip greeted her as soon as she opened the doors to her Porsche.

  “Hey, what’s good?” Dani replied, buckling her seatbelt as Pip pulled away from the curb.

  Danielle had no idea where they were headed; all she knew was Pip said they were handling business today.

  “Aye, reach in the back and grab that Sprint bag on the floor.”

  Dani looked at Pip out the side of her eye before doing as she asked.

  “Here.” Dani said, handing her the white plastic bag.

  “Nah, that’s for you. It’s a black wallet inside of there for you too.” Pip explained, looking over at Dani and then back at the road.

  Dani opened the bag and pulled out a Rose Gold iPhone and a black leather wallet. Going inside the wallet first, Danielle pulled out a wad of cash, full of different bills.

  “Now we gotta get you a State ID and driver license.” Pip said, pulling inside the DMV.

  “But I can’t drive.” Dani objected, shifting in her seat.

  “You’ll learn how to drive later, come on.” Pip said, getting out the car, walking ahead of Danielle.

  Unsure of what type of strings Pip pulled at the DMV, Danielle not only walked out with a state ID but a driver’s license too without evening taking a test. How she provided the required documents was beyond her, but Pip got it done.

  After leaving the DMV, Pip took Danielle to Chase Bank, where she had her open a bank account. Pip explained to Danielle how the bank account was solely hers and how it was just to help her out. Most likely noticing the skeptical look on Danielle’s face, Pip suggested Danielle go in by herself and set the account up, even giving her some fake mail with a fake address on the envelop for secondary identification purposes.

  After opening the account, the two stopped at Chick-Fil-A, where they grabbed a quick meal. Pulling out the drive-thru, Pip went around and parked in a parking spot so they could eat.

  “You got somewhere safe you can keep that gun I got you?” Pip asked out the blue, just as Dani stuffed a waffle fry in her mouth.

  “Nah, for real, I don’t.” Dani told her truthfully.

  “Aye, who do you live with?” Pip asked, taking a napkin and wiping her mouth with it.

  “Our crib burned down almost a month ago so technically I’m homeless, but I been staying at my sister’s friend’s house or sometimes at my friend Stephany’s house.” Danelle explained to her.

  “Damn, where yo parents?” Pip quizzed, looking over at Danielle.

  “Never met my pops and my mom locked up.” Dani turned to her and replied.

  “I remember you saying you had siblings, how many?” Pip asked, turning looking back ahead.

  “Three, well two now. I have a little sister and big sister. My little brother Coby died.”
Dani said, sadness taking over her.

  “I’m sorry to hear that…… What’s your sisters’ names?” Pip questioned.

  “My baby sister name is Yana and my older sister name is….”

  “HOLD ON. Let me answer this.” Pip interrupted Dani and said before answering her ringing phone.

  Danielle played with her new phone while Pip talked on the phone. Noticing the time, she had no idea it had gotten so late. Danielle was supposed to meet Meeca at Kay’s house in fifteen minutes.

  “Take this ride with me to the house. I need to check on something.” Pip said, pulling out of Chick-Fil-A parking lot.

  Wanting to object but also wanting to get a feel for the business, Dani decided to remain quiet and go for the ride. Mecca could go see Ms. Peaches without her and just fill her in later on what happened. Danielle spent the entire ride trying to convince herself that she made the right decision. She even thought about texting Mecca since had finally memorized her number, but she didn’t want Mecca to know she had a phone yet. Her sister would ask a million questions, and Dani planned on keeping Pip and their connection a secret as long as she could.

  “Come on, let me take you to Tier 1.” Pip said, pulling into the same gated community as before, but this time, they went to a different house.

  Just like the first visit, there were two men guarding the door. They greeted Pip before she entered the home, much like before.

  “Welcome to Tier 1. There’s four bedrooms, each room has two girls, so there are eight girls in total. You are ultimately responsible for them all. This house also has a house manager who sees over the girls’ daily moves while inside the house. Although the house manager is responsible for them inside the home, you still have to make sure she is doing her job. That along with being an enforcer in the streets.”

  Danielle shook her head up and down in agreement as she soaked everything in. She had always thought her first job would be at McDonalds or someplace like that. Never working at a prostitution house, making sure the hoes stayed in line.

  “It’s almost six-thirty which means all the girls are at the gym with the personal trainer. I’ll introduce you to everyone later.” Pip said, still glancing down at the Rolex on her arm.

  “Any questions?” She finally looked up from her watch and asked.

  “Ummm yeah, as far as compensation, how does that go?” Danielle asked because she was a believer that closed mouths don’t get fed.

  “Every two weeks, you will receive a direct deposit into the bank account we just opened for you. The deposit will be from Pip’s House Interior Design Collection. You’ll receive two checks, one with a base pay and another which will be a commission check. We can get into specifics later, but just know you’ll be the richest seventeen-year-old on the Westside of Chicago.”

  Pip’s words were like music to Danielle’s ears. This was everything she needed and the timing couldn’t be more perfect.

  “We can get you a whip AFTER you learn how to drive. In the meantime, I’ll set you up with a room here, considering your living situation. And when you turn eighteen, you can get yo own shit.” Pip further explained.

  The shit Pip said now was sounding too good to be true, but Dani still didn’t object. All Danielle needed to do was think of a lie to tell Mecca. She knew telling her sister the truth was out of the question. On the outside looking in, Mecca seemed like the perfect caring sister when in reality, she was overprotective.

  “Your lifestyle is about to change, but you must remain low-key no matter what. We take no chances here at Pip’s House; therefore, you need act accordingly. People gon’ look at you funny and begin to question, but you work for Pip’s House Interior Design Collection, end of story.”

  Danielle started to think Pip was reading her mind the way she answered that question for her.

  “Now let me get you back home so I can do what I gotta do.” Pip announced as she prepared to leave.

  “Oh, you forgot to grab this last time.” Pip said, handing Danielle the .22 she left behind from the last visit.

  “Keep this on you at all times. It’s clean but if you get caught, you better think of a lie fast.” She continued as Danielle slowly took the gun from her.

  Placing the small piece in her back, Danielle walked out the door, following Pip to the car. With it being much later in the evening, traffic was a breeze, so they made it in front of the store within fifteen minutes. When Pip pulled to the curb, Danielle looked at the time on her phone. Almost three hours had passed since she was supposed to meet Mecca.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow, let’s just say that when training starts.” Pip said, hitting the locks letting Danielle out.

  Without saying another word, Danielle powerwalked around the corner to Kay’s house. Skipping up the stairs two at a time, Danielle rang the doorbell. Not waiting long, Kay appeared at the door and opened it.

  “Mecca in there?” Dani questioned, trying to read the look on Kay’s face.

  “Nah, she left right after you earlier. I called her, but I think her phone was dead. I thought y’all was supposed to meet up here for Yana.” Kay replied, stepping onto the hot porch.

  “Yeah, I got wrapped up into something. I at least thought she’ll do it.”

  “Nope. She with Capone, so I guess she got wrapped up into some shit too.” Kay chuckled but Dani didn’t.

  “Leave the door open. I’ll be back.” Danielle said to Kay as she took off down the stairs.

  “I sure hope this wasn’t y’all ONLY chance at getting Yana back cuz the both of y’all FUCKED UP!”

  Danielle heard Kay yell out to her, but she was too ashamed to address the truthfulness spit at her. Instead, she was going to call Mecca herself and explain how she got the phone later. Cutting through a dark alley, Danielle picked up speed when she heard someone call her name.

  Turning around, she noticed Mecca sprinting to her, so she stopped and allowed her to catch up.

  “Where you going?” an out of breath Mecca asked once she made it to her sister.

  “I was looking for you. Why you ain’t meet me to handle that business?” Danielle immediately questioned her.

  “I was with Capone and…..”

  “It always something to do with that nigga.” Danielle cut her off and said.

  “Well that nigga was the one who put that outfit on yo back.” Mecca replied, rolling her eyes and shifting her weight to one side.

  “Girl fuck you and that nigga.” Danielle snapped, turning to walk and leave when she felt Mecca tug at her arm.

  “Well what happened when you went?” Mecca yelled out to her.

  “I was out taking care of some business and…..”

  “SO YOU WASN’T THERE TO MEET ME EITHER AND YOU TRIPPING!” Mecca screamed, stepping closer in Danielle’s direction.

  “Unlike you, I wasn’t in sum nigga face. I was getting a job, something yo ass can’t even do.” Danielle snapped, this time completely fed up with Mecca and her attitude.

  “Bitch please! You tried it but Imma walk away before I buss you in yo shit.” Mecca warned, turning to walk away but Danielle grabbed her.

  “Nah, let’s talk about it. It’s yo fault we ain’t got Yana now cuz you were in that SAME nigga face. Had you been home, we would not only have a roof over our head, but our little sister wouldn’t be going through God knows what.” Dani fussed.

  Just as fast as those words left Danielle’s mouth, Mecca punched her in that same mouth.

  “Now let me tell you what’s your fault…. If you wasn’t fucking our mother’s man then…..”

  Danielle pulled the .22 she got from Pip and aimed it at her sister, causing her words to freeze. Dani took blame for a lot of shit, shit that wasn’t even he fault; but she’ll be damn’d if she allowed Mecca to make her feel like it was her fault, her fault that she was raped.

  “Bitch, if you don’t put that gun down….”

  “You’ll what?” Danielle cut her off, challenging her.

  Kno
wing Mecca never backed down from a challenge, Danielle still pointed the gun at her sister’s stomach. Noticing that Mecca was slowly walking towards her, Dani gripped the trigger.

  “At this point, you gon’ have to kill me.” Mecca said through clenched teeth as the gun that Danielle was holding was pressed against her stomach.