up.
Checking her reflection in the mirror, Unique saw that her eyes were red. Going through her purse she found a tiny bottle of Visine. The blue contacts in her eyes were irritating the hell out of her. After dropping a few drops in each eye, she fingered through her black wig and touched up her makeup. The contacts and wig were all a part of her disguise. None of Uniqueâs victims really knew how she looked.
Meeting Rico back outside, Unique saw him in a heated argument with the valet driver.
âI swear, sir, I donât know what happened,â Thomas tried to explain.
âI trusted you with my car, man! Where the fuck is it?â Rico yelled.
âWhatâs wrong, sweetie?â Unique asked, pretending to be concerned.
âMy car is gone! I told you we couldnât trust these muthafuckas. You betta hope yoâ shit is still here.â Giving Eric her valet ticket, Unique listened to Ricoâs whining until her car pulled around the corner.
âMy car is here,â she replied.
âWhat am I gonâ do without my baby?â Rico cried.
âIâm so sorry. This is all my fault. I shouldnât have suggested that you leave your car with them,â Unique said, conjuring up some fake tears.
âBaby, donât cry. This is not your fault.â Rico hugged her. âItâs this idiotâs fault,â he said, pointing to Thomas. âNot yours.â
âSo, what do you want to do?â Unique questioned, dabbing tears from her eyes.
âIâm gonna stay here and fill out a police report. You go on back to the hotel. Iâll call you later.â
âOkay,â she said, kissing and hugging him good-bye.
Securely in the rental car, Unique gave Rico another wave while thinking, Good riddance, you stupid fuck. Whipping the car out into the busy intersection, she never looked back.
A couple of blocks away, parked and relieved that the job was almost over, she pulled off the wig and exhaled a sigh of relief. Changing into a wife beater and jeans, she placed another wig on her head and drove to the rental place. Since everything was cool with the car, it only took her a total of fifteen minutes to drop it off.
After taking a shuttle bus to the airport, she checked her luggage in and headed for Gate 16. Once she reached the gate, she saw all three girls laughing and talking as if they hadnât just committed a crime.
âYâall hoes sure do look cool, calm, and collected.â
âWhat up, dawg?â Kay Kay smiled.
Taking a seat next to Zoë, Unique placed her carry-on luggage down beside her and began telling the story. âGirl, that nigga was so paranoid about leaving his car with the valet, it wasnât even funny.â
âHe was?â
âYeah, I kept on having to reassure him that the damn car would be all right. He even kept calling it his baby .â
âDamn, straight up? So, how did he react when he found out the car was stolen?â Kay Kay questioned.
âGirl, he went ballistic.â Unique laughed.
âItâs always funny to see the reaction on their faces. Where is he at now?â
âAs far as I know heâs still at the restaurant wondering where his car is. Oops, I mean, his baby .â
âHeâs probably all like, âDude! Whereâs my car?ââ Kay Kay laughed.
âGirl, you silly. Yâall FedExed the money to Patience, right?â
âYeah, Nique, Zoë, and I went before we came here.â
âYâall wrapped it up in newspaper and bubble wrap, right?â
âYeah, they did. Damn, quit trippinâ,â Kiara said annoyed, slumped down in the seat with her arms folded across her chest.
âWhat the fuck is yoâ problem?â
âWhy is it every time we do a job you ask us the same stupid-ass questions over and over again? Ainât nobody gonâ fuck up.â
âYo, who the fuck you think you talkinâ to? Last