Back to square one. I had fucked up; I didn’t know when or how, but I knew I was in too deep. A part of me liked what I had going on. Then, another part of me felt like I was forced from the very beginning of what I was now into. I now resided in a fifteen-bedroom mansion with nothing but pretty bitches.
My kids loved it here and actually took to their new nanny who was with them all the time. I started to feel jealous because they would get more excited to be with Miss. Earlene than me. Even when Money gave me two free off days to spend with them, they would constantly ask for Miss. Earlene’s old ass. Week by week, my bond with my kids were diminishing. I stopped going to my counselor and stopped taking the medication that I was supposed to take for my bipolar disorder and snorted powder every single day to escape my reality.
I considered Money my man and my pimp. He had me beating these hoes’ asses and keeping their ass in check. Everything about him turned me on and scared me all in one. He had such an evil aura about him, it gave me chills. Money could be charming, and even sweet when he wanted to be. He was good in bed and well paid. He made sure me and all these otherhoes had everything we needed and more. He had a top ten and a bottom ten. I was a part of the top ten. We got to go on high-end dates with niggas that was paying him ten thousand for just a couple of hours for our time. If the trick wanted us all day and all night, the fee was twenty thousand. He treated us like royalty but, since I had the gift of gab bringing home even more money, he placed me as head bitch in charge, and these hoes couldn’t stand it or stand me because I was killing these hoes off.
Money got my titties done, my ass in shape, the acne on my face was gone, and I looked and felt like a million bucks. I owed him my loyalty, so I made sure bitches didn’t cross him. The bottom ten hoes walked the track every day and night making good money, but not ten thousand, nowhere near it. He also had the bottom ten working the strip clubs and scamming niggas. He kept they dirty asses on another wing of the house. When any of us disobeyed, our punishments were crucial. Sometimes, he would beat us until we were unconscious or beat us until he ran out of energy. If that wasn’t good enough or if he didn’t feel like raising a finger, he would sit back and watch us beat each other.
Sometimes, I missed having a life of my own. Just me and my kids. I came out here and got blessed with a job from Layloni. Counseling was not always fun, but I enjoyed expressing myself to someone without them judging me. I wanted to reach back out to Layloni and talk to her just to hear her good advice that she would always give me, but I couldn’t. I refused to call her because I was ashamed of myself. I started playing the same role I was once before playing, and that was a scandalous selfish bitch. I didn’t give a damn about nobody but myself, my kids and my new man. These other bitches in the house were considered my hoes and I was their pimp.
If reverse psychology was a person, it would be me. I embraced my villain era and accepted my new life for what thefuck it was. It was fuck anyone against me or judging me because I was tired of shit always going wrong for me.
I looked around the massive bedroom that I stayed in and was satisfied. I had my own vanity, my own wardrobe. Diamonds, mink coats, I was treated like the Queen in this palace. All these hoes bowed down to me and that was just that. I dumped cocaine on my vanity desk, I used my black card to make five chunky lines. Using my index finger and thumb, I cleaned the residue off the black card and put it on my gums to numb it. Pure cocaine. I loved this drug more than life itself. The sensation and ways it made me feel was the best feeling in the world.
“Cheeks, Daddy wants to speak to you downstairs right now.”
I looked at Curly like she had shit on her face; bitch thought she was the shit. Out of all the girls in the house, Curly was my competition. She was a smart-ass hoe, and she knew Money was crazy about her ass. She was here the longest. Money had her since she was seventeen; now, she was twenty-eight. She wasn’t really apart of his stable like that, and I didn’t like it one bit. Money kissed her ass so much, he had her moved to the outhouse farther on the property. The room I was currently in now was her old room that she moved out of two years ago. He called her his secret weapon, using her only when he had to, to pull in a big trick. He wouldn’t send a hoe like Curly out nowhere unless a top paid nigga was ready to pay fifty thousand or more for her. That was for dates and to be gone the whole damn weekend. She had regular niggas in rotation. Men that were so in love with her that paid Money monthly like she was a live subscription plan.
The other women were scared of me, but Curly made them petrified. They didn’t even look her ass in the eyes. Anything she said, she got. She made it perfectly clear that she wanted nothing to do with this house or Money hoes. She was out of contractand could do as she pleased. Yes, contract! This nigga had us all on different contracts. From what I heard, Curly had a ten-year contract. She was now only giving him a very small percentage of her money and not all of it. Sometimes, she wasn’t giving him shit. Two years ago, she gave Money a baby; he begged her to stop hoeing and she told him to kiss her ass.
Hoeing was a way of life to her; she stood on that. Curly was a certified bad bitch. What made me even more jealous of the bitch was her body was natural. Even after having a kid, her double-d titties sat up like they had been done. She had a flat stomach with wide hips and a disrespectful big booty. Her skin was smooth and chocolate; she wore her natural hair as well that stopped right above her plumped ass. She got the name curly because her hair had beautiful curls, making her look super exotic with her dark complexion.
“Okay, bitch, the fuck you still standing here for?” I cocked my head to the side, pissed with her presence.
“Bitch, this my house,” She giggled. “You my hoe… if you don’t know, then ask Money loved one. I don’t know who the fuck you been feeling like lately, but you better check yourself before I tap that ass.”
She laughed, then slammed the door. I swear today was gone be the day I beat her ass. I was sick of everybody walking on eggshells because of this bitch. It could only be one queen of the house and that was me, clearly. I put my robe on and walked downstairs to the main family room. When I got in there, it was five other hoes sitting next to Money. I rolled my eyes hard at Curly posted up in Money’s lap, rubbing the top of his head. Every time this thick ass bitch was around, she had this nigga’s head gone. I was starting to believe that what the other hoes said was true. They would always say that Money was really in love with Curly. She was a cold-hearted bitch though and she didn’t have a bone of love in her.
“Daddy wanted me to promote you on my level…” Curly’s words trailed off.
She stood to her feet, Money’s eyes stay glued to her ass. Curly placed her hands on either side of her wide hips and smiled.
“I told daddy that I would try to spend more time with him and hand over half of my clientele to you. If you ask me, I don’t think you got shit! You’re the gum on the sidewalk that’s constantly getting stepped on by bitches like me,” She smiled, tossing her hair over her shoulders with her nose pointed to the ceiling. “Money thinks otherwise, so I guess?—”
“Nobody asked you for your opinion bitch!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
A couple of the hoes gasped, the cocaine had me feeling like superwoman, so I ignored the funky looks that they offered me. They looked at me like I’d made one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Even Money stared at me like there was some sort of mistake that I made. Curly started to pace, a sinister laugh escaped her mouth as she looked over at Money with disgust.
“I don’t know where you be getting these hoes from Money, but I’ll take this hoe and break her… when I return her to you, she will have some class about herself. I’m gone break this hoe till she speaks nothing but hoe terms, then beat this bitch until she sees no other hoe ass competition. A bitch can’t take my place while I play wifey to you acting like that.” She pointed at me.
She spoke with so much conviction; I fell out laughing with her until she approached me in a blur; I couldn’t even react. She kicked me with full force right in my stomach, knocking me on my ass.
“Teach her a fucking lesson baby,” Money spoke with pride.
Curly took her time sitting on me like she was getting ready to ride dick. She waved two women over to assist her. Theywasted no time grabbing my arms and pinning them above my head. What happened next made me pee on myself. One of the women handed Curly a gun. She waved it in my face before turning it, and slamming the butt of the gun across my nose. I screamed with tears blurring my vision before she cocked it black and slammed it against my face again.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Layloni
Everything had been going so good with me and King these past couple of months. I had to keep pinching myself to make sure it was real. He was everything and more to me. He tended to me, helped me with my business. We took turns spending the night at each other’s place. I even grew tight with his mom. She became like a second mom to me, and I loved her to pieces. Shadonna crossed my mind every now and then, but I knew I really had to let her ass go and let her figure life out on her own. I stepped into my Nike pink leggings with the matching crop top. I managed to get my thick ass hair into a high bun on the top of my head then added some baby hairs for a little razzle dazzle.
I made a mental note to have one of the girls slay my hair at my shop later this week. I slid my feet in my Pink Nike slides then walked into the kitchen, only to find King and his mom bickering amongst each other. I took in what he had on, as he maneuvered around his mom with annoyance. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing out loud. When I cleared my throat, he looked up, just as his mom winked at me then went back to stirr whatever was in the massive pot that took up half the stove.
“Good morning baby, I’m just coming to grab a water and some snacks. I’m running late already,” I warned him. King could make me late to anything if I let him. I knew he had plans of doing just that when he eyed me hungrily. It was no telling what was running through that thick skull of his as he bit his bottom lip, letting his eyes shamelessly roam me up and down.
Leaving his perverted ass standing right where he was, I stepped around him and kissed Miss Pearlene on the cheek and told her good morning. I grabbed my water from the fridge, along with my fruit bowl and salad. I walked out the kitchen with King heavy on my heels. Soon as I put my items down, I went to shower my man with love.
King was a big baby in disguise. He loved being under me, I couldn’t act like I didn’t like the shit because I practically lived in his skin too. Our bond had intensified once we made things official. I couldn’t sleep without him and it felt good to know he felt the same. I never imagined experiencing a love like this. I was sprung in the best way possible.
