"All this shit for nothing! Don't never kill a muthafucker until the safe is opened!" Silk screamed.
“He…he was co—" Tiah started but was abruptly cut off by Silk as she moved on her like a lion on its prey.
"Look here, bitch! This is your last fuck-up! You making this shit way harder than it has to be! The next time you take shit in your own hands, I'm going to stop you from breathing. Feel me?" Silk said angrily as she clenched her teeth and waved her Glock in Tiah's face.
They rushed out of the house pissed at Tiah, climbed back into the tinted-out, smoke-gray Chevy and left with no money.
After leaving Atlanta and moving to Miami, Silk fell victim to the life of the rich and famous. Before she knew it, her funds from the NWM lick had dwindled down to a mere five figures. In need of money, Silk sat back and put a plan together, realizing she would need a team to carry it out. One night not long after that, Silk was out scouting at Blazers, one of Miami's most popular strip clubs. There, she met Lexi and Kya, two dancers on a mission to get paid by any means necessary.
After feeling the girls out for a minute, Silk invited both girls up to VIP for drinks. She caught an earful while the two girls sipped on cognac and talked recklessly about their street escapades. Silk had found her first two team members. Before leaving, they exchanged numbers, and Silk had made sure the girls knew that if they got down with her program, she would make them real wealthy.
The next day the girls hit her up, anxiously wanting to hear what they had to do to get paid. Silk instructed them to meet her for lunch at the CocoCabana out by Miami Beach. The girls sat out front in Lexi's two-year-old Chrysler 300, waiting on Silk to arrive. Twenty minutes past the scheduled time, Silk pulled up in a convertible white-on-white Bentley GT with oversized white and gold Gucci shades perched on her face. The girls followed Silk's lead as she made her way into the five-star eatery.