Rick Ross – Fate’s Slap

A Saturday night in Miami.
The nightclub blazed with lights, bass pounding, laughter spilling through the air.
Rick Ross sat alone in a corner, black T-shirt stretched across his massive frame, eyes cold and steady. He puffed on a cigar—silent, unshowy.

A group of women strutted in—short dresses, crimson lipstick, high heels striking the floor. One of them caught sight of Ross and burst into loud laughter.

“God, look at this guy—like a fat bear just sitting there. Who even let him in here?”

Ross didn’t flinch.
She sauntered closer, voice sharp and dripping with disdain.

“Sitting next to you kills the vibe. Just looking at you ruins my mood. Hey—get security. Throw him out!”

The group erupted in giggles.
A bouncer approached, uncertain.
Ross exhaled a slow curl of smoke, then stood up without a word.
He disappeared into the strobing lights, leaving only their mocking laughter behind.

Weeks later.
Same nightclub.
But this time, the distant roar of engines announced something different.
A fleet of Rolls-Royces, Maybachs, Lamborghinis lined up outside. Doors swung open.

Rick Ross stepped out.
The same towering figure—now draped in an Armani suit, a heavy diamond chain gleaming at his neck.
Bodyguards cleared the way. Camera flashes sparked like lightning.

The music cut off.
The crowd froze.
Among them, the woman who had mocked him stood paralyzed, her glass trembling.

The club manager whispered to a staffer:

“He just bought the largest stake in this place. From now on, this club belongs to Rick Ross.”

Color drained from the woman’s face. Her friends shrank back, eyes wide with panic.

Ross scanned the room, his gaze deep, a faint smile curling.

“That night, you wanted me thrown out because I killed your vibe.
Tonight… I decide who stays—and who leaves.”

He flicked his hand.
The bouncers moved—not to eject Ross, but to escort the women out.

The doors closed.
The music surged back.
Ross sank into the VIP seat, golden champagne in hand, cigar smoke swirling thick around him.
Outside, the ones who once sneered now shivered in the rain, swallowing their tears of humiliation.