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  “Ooooh weeee!!!” I yelled out once my eyes fell on my car. This new Bentley SUV wasn’t schedule to come out until 2016; hell it was still on pre order. The fact that I was able to cop that and pay for it full in cash spoke volumes for my cash flow. My plate was overstuffed; I was eating real good on my end. My body melted in the soft leather as soon as I took a seat in the driver’s seat. Starting the car, I listened to the engine as it purred before driving off.

  Magic City was on FUCK YOU as everyone came out to show me some love. When I was in the building I always bought the bar. I was fortunate enough to have money at my disposal, so it was nothing for me to throw a couple bands just to ensure that everyone had a good time.

  “My dawg done finally jumped,” the bouncer said as he let me in.

  “They couldn’t hold me down for too long,” I said and dapped him up.

  “I know you about to cause hell up in this bitch, make sure you save me a bottle.”

  “I gotchu.” I began to nod my head to the music.

  I'm in love with the coco

  I'm in love with the coco

  I got it for the low, low

  I'm in love with the coco

  O.T Genasis’ Coco had the club going crazy as I walked in. This extra thick snow bunny grabbed me by the hand and led me to the VIP. My crew was already seated and all getting lap dances from different strippers. Security was standing next to the rope that cut off our VIP section trying to hold back all the thots that was looking for a come up.

  “Just holla at me if you need me,” Snow bunny whispered in my ear. “I’ll be back to check up on you later.” Which was her way of asking me did I want to take her back to a room and fuck her brains out.

  “Cool.” I pulled out Mr. Benjamin and smacked her on the ass with it. She made her ass jiggle before using her booty cheeks to grab the money. Oh, yeah, I’m fucking that tonight; I thought as I watched her walk away.

  “Yo, chill,” the DJ said trying to get the club’s attention. “We got that nigga K’Money in the building. He just jumped, so make sure you show my nigga some love,” he announced. I saw dollar signs flash in all the strippers’ eyes as they all tried to scheme their way into our VIP.

  Ass by Big Sean and Nicki Minaj was playing as Snow Bunny whose name was Cindy gave me a lap dance. I sipped on my glass of Gold Label and enjoyed the vibe. Looking over the banister, I saw my baby mama La’Quasha bouncing her ass on some lame nigga that couldn’t even afford to have a VIP section.

  Anger started to boil through my body. Not because I was jealous of the hoe, but because of the shit she thought she could pull because I was behind bars. I pulled a fat knot out of my pocket, popped the rubber band, and made it rain on Cindy. Getting up, I made my way over to Qua.

  “What the fuck!” she yelled as I snatched her ass up by her long ass, bright red weave. I dragged her ass to the back corner of the club. Placing my hand around her neck, I squeezed it enough so that I would have her attention.

  “Where is my daughter?”

  “Your mother asked if she could spend the night with her. She thought it would be nice for you two to meet at your surprise welcome home party,” she smirked. “Oops, did I let that slip?” She popped her gum and batted her long, false lashes.

  “I should fuck you up for not bringing her to see me!”

  “I don’t think bringing my child to a fucking prison is healthy.”

  “But you out here shaking your ass is?”

  “Boy please, I’m doing what I can to take care of me and mine.”

  “What about that fat check I deposit in your account every month. I give you enough money to feed a fucking village!”

  “What about the expensive ass school she goes to? Or the expensive ass clothes she wears!”

  “Man miss me with that bullshit, you know I make sure my daughter is good!” I spat and looked down at her with venom in my eyes. I wasn’t gonna lie she was looking sexy ass fuck in the two-piece boy short lace set she was wearing. Qua was a very beautiful girl with a fucked up attitude. That was why her and I could never get along. She was just nasty as hell with some evil ass ways.

  “I see how you eyeing me, you know you miss this pussy.”

  “Nah, you miss this dick,” I said and spread her legs so I could position her pussy on my ten-inch python. It began to slither and I could feel the heat radiating off her pussy. She started dry fucking me and I just stood there amused. She had life fucked up if she thought I was going to fuck her.

  Qua was a bad bitch, with a pussy like wet dope. Her pussy could only go one round before it went dry. After busting her first nut, she was already ready to tap out. I liked a big, fat, wet, juicy pussy that could squirt whenever I wanted it to. Just the thought of her whack ass sex game, made my dick go limp. She must have felt it because she gave me a look of disapproval.

  “Are you done?” she asked and rolled her eyes.

  “Been done. We gon’ have to work out some type of arrangement, so that I could be in Kha’Liyah’s life or I’m getting full custody.”

  “Whatever,” she said and walked away to hop on the next nigga’s dick. What the fuck did I get myself into fucking with this broad? I asked myself as I watched her grind the same pussy she had all over my dick on the next nigga.

  For the remainder of the night, my niggas and I balled out of control. Every so often, I would catch Eboe eyeing Qua. Even though I didn’t fuck with her like that, every nigga in my camp knew that she was off limits due to her being the mother of my child. I just hoped like hell that Eboe wasn’t violating the code.

  Chapter 2

  La’Tissa

  “Tosha, I’m trying to tell you dude was full of himself,” I spoke into the phone.

  “Girl, you are never gonna find a man with your high standard having ass,” Mariah spoke up. I was on three way with my two best friends since high school, Tosha and Mariah. We were discussing the date that I had with Marcus a friend of Tosha’s husband Ronnie.

  “I do not have high standards, I just choose not to date everyone like you do,” I snapped. I was so sick of Mariah at this point. She was throwing so much shade that you would have thought she was a palm tree.

  “It’s good to have standards. I’m just glad you decided to leave them thug ass niggas you loved so much in high school alone,” Tosha said referring to my ex Joubert.

  Joubert was a corner boy that I met my freshmen year in high school. He was my everything. He could have told me to jump and my response would have been how high, that was how bad I had it for him. He was like my Godsend. Life wasn't easy for me growing up. It was just my mother, and my baby sister Lori and I. The struggle for us was real. We were on section 8 living in a two-bedroom, rat-infested apartment in the projects. Instead of working, my mother sat on her ass and collected every single benefit that was offered. She even convinced Social Security that Lori had ADHD as a child and they started giving her a check for that.

  Living in that house was far from pleasant. If it wasn’t for Tosha and her mother, I would be in high school going to school dirty and pissy. It was as if my mother had some type of animosity towards me because she treated Lori completely different. I could still remember the day I met Joubert, the day that changed my life forever.

  I was sitting outside on the stoop of our apartment prepping Tosha’s hair for a sew-in.

  “You want to sit on your ass and do hair for free, why don’t you charge? It ain’t like she can’t afford it. I see that nice ass house they live in out in the suburbs; her peoples got money,” my mother snapped.

  “Ma’ I am not about to charge my friend.”

  “That’s your problem you dumb as hell! You need to be trying to figure out how you gonna come up with your half of the rent.”

  “My half of the rent? Our rent is free!”

  “Ain’t shit in America is free, but AIDS, so you better have your two hundred dollars by the first of the month or I’m packing all your pissy draws and putting them out on the c
urb. Now hurry the fuck up so you can go to the store and buy me some greens,” she said as she threw the food stamp card in my lap.

  “Yo mama is mean as hell,” Tosha said and grabbed her scarf to wrap up her unfinished hair.

  “Tell me about it.” I got up and pulled the shorts I was wearing out of my ass. At the age of fourteen, my body was like a chia pet; it just kept growing and growing. I had ass, hips, thighs, titties, and a pretty face to top it all off. My mother and sister were both a nice smooth dark color and I was light brown. Part of me often wondered if she was actually my real mother, until I saw my birth certificate. Hell we had cable and I watched Lifetime, so I was well aware of the Carlina White story.

  “Where you going so fast?” a guy asked as he grabbed me, I was about to curse his ass out until I saw his face. I was immediately captured by his green eyes. It was odd to me because he was as dark as night, but he had such beautiful eyes.

  “Uh-uh, yo mama ain’t teach you no manners? You can’t be going around snatching people,” Tosha barked at him. I was still in a trance to say anything.

  “My bad. Your friend here is just so beautiful that I had to get her attention.” He smiled displaying a mouth filled with diamonds. I could feel my face get hot as I began to blush.

  “I’mma go in the store to get yo mama them greens. You want something?” Tosha said. I was still at lost for words, so I just shook my head no and handed her the card.

  “I’m sorry for grabbing on you like that,” Sexy Black said.

  “It-it’s ok,” I stuttered.

  “Yo J2, we got to go,” a guy that sat in an all white Lexus truck yelled out while he honked the horn.

  “What’s your name?” he asked and ignored the guy.

  “La’Tissa.”

  “Look here, La’Tissa, I’mma give you my number, so hit me up.”

  “I don’t have a phone,” I replied and put my head down.

  “Never look down when I’m talking to you, you too cute for that. Here take my phone, don’t answer it unless you see a call from a number with a 239 area code.”

  “Ok,” I grabbed the phone and stuffed it in my pocket.

  “Iight, later,” he said and jogged off to the car before he got in. I watched the car speed off until it was out of sight.

  That night he called me and we made plans to meet. On our first date, I lost my virginity to him and that was when I became his possession. My sophomore year, he demanded that I move in with him and instead of objecting, my mother was all for it as long as he kept stuffing her pockets.

  My relationship with Joubert was perfect until he started cheating on me. He had multiple hoes approaching me on a daily basis all claiming to be fucking him. Whenever I would confront him with the accusations, I would earn myself a nice, black eye. At the age of sixteen, I had no life. Yes, I was living lavishly, but that was only for show at school. Once 2:15 would hit, he would have one of his men come pick me up and bring me home.

  The day I almost lost my life was the day I decided enough was enough. One day, Tosha and I decided to skip school so that I could go to a clinic since I was having pregnancy symptoms. After the nurse confirmed I was pregnant, we went back to school and made in time for last period. At 2:15, I stood out front and waited for one of Joubert’s men to come pick me up, but was surprised to see him. He greeted me as if everything was normal and we drove home in silence.

  “How was school?” he asked.

  “It was good,” I replied as I looked for something to cook for dinner.

  WHAM!!!!

  He punched me in the face and busted my lip.

  “You stupid, lying bitch!” he screamed as he repeatedly punched me. “Where the fuck were you?”

  WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!!

  “I was in school,” I cried and tried my best to hide my face.

  “Dumb bitch, the school called and you wasn’t in your first six classes, so where the fuck were you?”

  “I went to the clinic.”

  “The clinic?! Bitch, did you give me something!!??”

  “No, I’m pregnant!”

  “By who?” he angrily asked and stopped the beating he was giving me.

  “You!” I screamed.

  “Lying ass hoe! You done fucked around and got pregnant by the next nigga. After all the shit I did for you, this is how you repay me? Oh, I’m about to repay yo ass!” The entire ride home he just kept hitting me. Once we made it to the house, he rambled on as he searched for something in the kitchen draws.

  “OUCH!” I yelled out in agony as I felt something rip through my flesh.

  “I’m about to rip that baby out your ass!” he yelled as he continued to cut me.

  “STOP PLEASE, STOP! IT’S YOUR BABY!! I cried before I passed out.

  If it wasn’t for the housekeeper that found me and rushed me to the hospital, I would have been dead. Everything happened for a reason. It took me almost dying for my mother to show me some type of love. From that day, I vowed to never end up like my mother. That even if it killed me I was going to finish school, go to college, and make something out of my life. I also swore to never date another THUG.

  “You’ll find somebody,” Tosha said bringing me back to reality.

  “She needs to hurry up. Them eggs gon' crack and get fried before anyone get to impregnate them,” Mariah smart mouth ass said.

  “I have to get ready for work. Tosha, I’ll call you later,” I said hanging up the phone.

  Walking through my three-bedroom house, I was proud of my accomplishments. I was able to finish school and become a Parole Officer. I loved my job and the fact that it paid me enough to live real comfortable was a plus. Unlocking my iPad, I looked at my calendar to see who was schedule to come see me for the day.

  “Looks like Khalil Kain is already violating his parole,” I said to myself once I realized that he failed to come to my office after his release. I checked my business phone to see if he called and left a voicemail as to why he didn’t show, but he didn’t. Dialing his number, I was forwarded straight to his voicemail. Picking up one of my pens, I quickly jotted down his address. I was going to pay him a visit; if I was still unable to get in contact with him then I would be forced to report him.

  Before I could go take a shower and start my day, my phone began to ring.

  “Hello mama,” I answered with a roll of my eyes. My mother and I relationship had gotten better over the years, but I was starting to feel as if her and Lori were my children as much as I did for them.

  “Tissa, you need to bring your ass to the house. We about to have a family meeting.”

  “Family meeting? Ma, I have to go to work.”

  “Girl bye! I’m sure your prissy ass can take out five minutes out of your busy schedule to come see about your family.”

  “Yeah, ok I’ll be there in a few.” I hung up without saying goodbye. I swear they were starting to irk my every nerve. My sister Lori was a seventeen-year-old dropout that never worked a day out of her life. She was following right behind her mama.

  I stood in the full-length mirror naked and admired my body. My eyes fell on that ugly scar and tears started to flood my eyes. Rubbing my hand over the scar where Joubert butchered me, I could still hear the words of the doctor echo in my head as he told me that my chances of getting pregnant in the future were slim to none. Joubert caused so much damage that not only did he take away what would have been my first child; he also may have taken my ability to have children. I was happy that his ass was in jail paying for what he did to me.

  I took a quick shower and dressed myself in a grey and black Donna Karen high waist skirt set. Slipping my beautifully painted toes in a pair of black heels I gave myself a few spritz of my perfume, grabbed my purse, briefcase and keys, and headed out the door. I hit the alarm on my cherry red Range Rover and pulled out my driveway. Looking down at the diamond crusted Michael Kors watch I was wearing, the time read 10:15 am. Weaving through traffic, I made it to my mom’s house at 10:30. Her meeting
was going to have to be thirty minutes or less because I had no intentions on being there past eleven.

  Using my key, I opened the door and walked in to my sister and mother arguing.

  “Do y’all have to be so loud?” I asked taking a seat on the butter cream sofa set I bought my mother last month for her birthday.

  “Tissa, get yo mama out my face before I…”

  “Before you do what? You bad, do it!” My mother was now in Lori's face.

  “What the hell is going on?” I asked.

  “Tell her! Tell your sister how your hot ass done went and got pregnant.”

  “You are what?” I asked burning a hole in Lori with my eyes.

  “The hot pussy hoe is knocked up! No job, no type of fucking education, hell the nigga you pregnant for don’t have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.”

  “Sounds like somebody I know,” she whispered, but I was the only one that caught it.

  “C’mon now, Lori, why did you put yourself in this fucked up situation?”

  “I don’t know, Tissa, damn! Why don’t y’all just leave me the fuck alone!!”

  “Because you are a damn minor and you’re pregnant,” I snapped.

  “If memory serves me correctly, you were once a pregnant minor,” she said hitting below the belt.

  “Lori, that wasn’t right!”

  “You sitting up here trying to look down on me ain’t right either.”

  “Ain’t nobody trying to look down on you. I’m just trying to help you.”

  “Well, it will be very helpful if you and your mama would stay the fuck out of my business!”