I Use To Love You: A Hood Chick's Revenge (6 page)

“Bitch cut it out. Did you fuck him or not?”

“I’m sorry. Please don’t. Please.” I watched her go through a thing down there on the floor, knowing how manipulative and irresistible Ivan was. I actually started feeling sorry for her.

“He…told…me…you…guys…had…an…understanding.” It might’ve took her a while to get it out but I understood every word. The bitch knew who I was. I had a quick decision to make. If I let her live Ivan would know what I’d been up to because I definitely couldn’t trust the bitch to keep her mouth shut. There was also a good chance she would put the po-pos on my ass. If I killed her, they would have the little tramp’s face all over the news. Shit would still be hot and Ivan would probably suspect me. I honestly felt that this wasn’t an angle he thought of. I needed to keep the element of surprise on my side.

“Come on, get yo ass up,” I said as I extended my hand to help her. I didn’t think to put the strap back into the pocket of my sweat pants until she stayed down on the floor shaking and looking up at me with a mixture of confusion and fear in her green eyes.

“Get up Adrienne. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I got impatient with her shaky ass hand and I just grabbed it and pulled her up. Whatever I chose to do with this bitch was going to be a gamble. So I decided to go a different route and prayed I didn’t crap the fuck out.

“Do you have feelings for Ivan?”

She just stood there hugging herself, with her head down.

“Adrienne, look at me and stop being such a scary bitch. I’m not askin you on no jealous shit. I’m trying to put ya up on game.”

She was shaking as if she had Turret’s Syndrome but she finally looked me in the eye. She wiped away the tears in her eyes before nodding her head yes.

“Well let me ask you this?” She swallowed hard. “Was he with a white bitch when he came to get a rental?” Her eyes got wide as she nodded yes. “A white bitch with a face and ass like Kim Kardashian, right?”

She nodded. “Yeah, he told me that she was a business associate that was willing to help me out.”

I folded my arms and laughed.

“It couldn’t have been a lie because she was standing next to him when he said it,” she said defensively.

I laughed a little harder.

“Wouldn’t she have spoke up if it was a lie? I know I would’ve.”

I was still laughing when I pulled my fitted cap, wig and Marc Jacob shades off.

“Do you really want to know what that dirty white bitch was?” She had her arms folded and was tapping her foot, doing her best not to shed any more tears. “Everybody calls her Kim K. and until about a week ago she was my best friend.” I stepped closer and got in the bitch’s face so I could make her feel it. “Did you hear with I said? That dirty white bitch was my best friend.”

She looked everywhere but in my eyes. She backed up a couple of feet.

“The nigga that you’re so in love with and the white bitch you saw tried to kill me and leave me for the vultures.”

Her mouth dropped open as she just stared. I checked her ass out from head to toe. Adrienne was one of those petite bitches that was thick in all of the right places. She was naturally pretty with exotic features like me. Ivan hated those fake everything hoes. She wasn’t a street bitch like I was but we were both definitely bad bitches. We were even almost the same height. I wondered if Ivan fucked her in the same positions. The thought had me clenching my teeth just to control my anger.

“He pulled me to the side and said that you two had broken up and that we were finally going to be together,” she said sounding like she was trying to convince herself as well as me.

“Listen bitch, I don’t have time to be sugar coating shit. Those muthafuckas tried to kill me.”

“But why would they do that?”

“Because bitch they’re both some crazy, back-stabbing, grimy muthafuckas.” I walked up on her again. “Ivan is not who you think he is. That nigga will use you until he’s found the next best thing.” I had my hands on my hips as I snaked my neck. I got so close a couple of times we almost kissed.

“His triflin’ ass used me for six years. Then threw me away like we do a dirty tampon. The question is: how long before he decides he can’t squeeze anymore use out of yo ass?”

She stepped back, wiping at her tears and shaking her head.

“How do I know any of this is true? You could just be jealous. You could just be trying to get in my head.”

“Look bitch, I was really thinkin’ about killin’ yo ass. You’re a muthafuckin liability. You’re a scared bitch who could either turn into a witness for the cops or you could run yo mouth to Ivan.”

I wrote down my number on the little notepad and handed it to her.

“I’m goin to take a chance and leave you breathing when I walk out of here. That’s all the proof you need that what I’m sayin is valid. Call me if Ivan tries to get up with you.”

I put the wig, shades, and fitted cap back on and walked to the door.

“If you snitch to the cops or Ivan, you better hope they get to me before I get to you.” I walked out of there hoping that I gained an ally and not another enemy.

The bumper to bumper traffic jam I was caught in had me nervous. I had my left hand on the steering wheel and my right hand clutching the nine millimeter. Niggas were stunting in fly whips all around me. They were honking their horns and hanging out of their windows and doing anything they could to bring attention to their expensive paint jobs and big chrome rims.

It was nothing but dro, bass pumping, and excitement in the air, with traffic backed up in both directions on Water Street. Everybody was in a rush to find a parking spot and get in line for Club 618. The hottest spot in the Mil if you were a young muthafucka looking to be in the middle of the action. There was a good chance for tempers to flare and bullets to fly when niggas got jammed up.

So I just made sure that I stayed on point until I found parking in a structure across the street. I tucked my strap underneath the seat before I stepped out of the Charger, knowing security wasn’t having none of that. 618 was a top flight club surrounded by high end lounges and restaurants in the downtown area.

The perfect spot for me to find a fine ass thug to bang my back out. After leaving the car rental agency I decided I needed a night to unwind and release some frustration without killing anybody. I had to figure out how to utilize Kim’s mother’s address and wait to see what Adrienne’s next move was. But that night all I wanted to do was smoke and fuck and maybe sip something in between. I drove out to the hotel I was staying in and got fly in a red Dolce and Gabbana dress and matching open-toe heels.

The dress had a long V cut in the front that made my breasts seem as if they were going to pop out any moment. It was bright and fit like latex to the middle of my thighs. I wanted to let every nigga know that the baddest bitch in the club was in the mood for some dick if their game was right. Cats were trying to shoot their shot as I cut through the traffic on Water Street. One extremely bold muthafucka grabbed my wrist as I walked around his bright red Mercedes.

“That dress was made for you to ride with me.”

I snatched my hand away and was about to go in until I really looked at him and liked what I saw. He had a dark brown complexion, long dreads, and smelled like a mixture of some potent dro and expensive cologne. Instead of snapping, I hit him with a flirtatious smile and put my hand on my hip.

“If you really feel that way, then come buy me a bottle. But you better hurry playboy because there ain’t going to be a boss in the club that ain’t goin’ to be checkin for me.”

When I sashayed around his whip, I checked over my shoulder to make sure he was watching. I waved and kept on weaving my way through traffic until I made it to the side of Water Street where 618 sat. I took one look at the long line snaked around the corner and headed straight for the front entrance. I didn’t come to stand outside for half of the night.

“Damn Phat Kat. That’s how you do?” one of the big ass bouncers said when he saw me approaching. He ran his hand over his bald ass head as he looked me up and down.

“Where’s Ivan at?”

“You tell me, Danny?”

He made his huge chest jump underneath his tight black shirt that had security on the front. For what, I didn’t have the slightest muthafuckin clue.

“Am I still good for the V.I.P?”

“You didn’t even have to ask that.” He nodded at the muscular white dude with the military crew cut on the other side of the entrance. He opened the door for me.

“Just let me know if any of these muthafuckas get out of line.”

I patted Danny’s shoulder as I passed by and his black ass smiled like he’d been touched by an angel. I strutted in that muthafucka like I owned it. My plan was to have every cat in there willing to do anything to be part of my world. I sent straight to the bar to sit and scope out the environment. When one of the bartenders asked if I wanted anything, I looked at that skinny white bitch as if she lost her mind. I dismissed her ass with a shake of the head. Did the bitch think I didn’t have the purse that matched my dress because I couldn’t afford it?

I purposely left it in the Charger because I wasn’t paying for shit. Whatever lucky muthafucka I chose to give some pussy to would be coming up out of the pocket for everything. I just sat there nodding my head to Wiz Khalifa’s “We Dem Boyz” while I checked out the chicken head bitches twerking and shaking every damn bone in their body on the dance floor. Those desperate bitches were sweating their asses off just to catch one of the ballers’ attention. Silly ass bitches didn’t even know they weren’t doing nothing but making it easier for a boss bad bitch like myself.

The heavyweights in there were already eyeing me and trying to get noticed. I kept playing my position at the bar, knowing they would start approaching me and sending bottles over. The dreadlock boy had better hurry his ass up. He definitely was on my mind but I wasn’t going to wait all night.

“Baby, I’ll buy you a whole case of whatever you want to drink.” I turned to see who slid next to me and whispered in my ear. “They call me Money, because I got plenty of it.” I rolled my eyes at the corny ass line. “What’s your name, baby and what are you drinking? Because we have a long night ahead of us.”

The nigga made sure he showed me every gold tooth in his mouth when he smiled and extended his hand to me. He was all the way turned up and obviously feeling himself. Which I didn’t have a problem with as long as his money and dick was as long as his ego. Because there was nothing worse than a jacking ass nigga who couldn’t back it up.

I studied the nigga’s profile as I shook his hand. He looked like James Harden, the sexy cat that hoops for the Houston Rockets. He even had the Rick Ross beard. He was rocking an Akoo sweater and jeans and had diamonds damn near the size of ice cubes in his ears. But just as I was about to tell him my name and what I was drinking, the cat who was driving the big boy Mercedes Benz, the same color as my dress, came walking up.

“What’s happening, Money?”

When I saw that they knew each other I watched how they interacted closely. I wanted to see who would tuck their tail.

“Jahlil, what up?” The nigga Money seemed a little more nervous of the two. He quickly glanced at me. “I was kind of busy over here. So let me holla at you later.”

The nigga Jahlil cracked a little smile. Just looking at his sexy ass had my pussy tingling and damn near on the verge of getting wet. He was well over six feet and his dreads hung to the middle of his back. He looked like he was balling on another level in his bright red Armani blazer, black silk Armani turtleneck, black Armani slacks, and black Armani loafers. Every muthafucka in the club was rocking the latest and most expensive designer shit. But Jahlil had the sway of an upper level executive. He was running circles around all of the cats who looked like they were still hustling sacks on the block. I also thought it was cute that we were matching.

“How are you busy hollering at my chick?” Money looked at me and then back at him with a shocked expression. “That’s right dawg, you’re in violation,” Jahlil said, almost convincingly enough for me to believe it.

“My fault, Jahlil. I didn’t know.” He was still looking back and forth as if he was waiting on me to confirm or deny. But Jahlil didn’t give me a chance.

“You ready to get up out of here baby?” He extended his hand he showed me the sexiest smile a bitch had ever seen. I got so wet I’m surprised I didn’t slide right off the bar stool. He had those soft looking pussy eating lips and some cute ass dimples to top everything off.

The super dim lighting of the club and the sexy sound of Drake’s voice rapping had the mood right. I was ready to cock my legs open and get on some Usher shit and make some love in the club. Instead, I took Jahlil’s hand and let him help me to my feet.

“I tried to tell the nigga that I was waiting on my man. But he wasn’t tryin to hear it. He just kept on asking what I wanted to drink,” I said, having fun with the situation. Since Money came off like a scary nigga, I wanted to see him squirm a little.

Money’s eyes got wide and he got to stuttering, until finally Jahlil cut him off.

“Dawg, you were over here disrespecting my woman like that?” Jahlil took one step towards Money and that nigga started pleading his case. Me and Jahlil started rolling.

Jahlil and I left that nigga at the bar with a confused look on his face. He held my hand as we made our way through the crowded club and back out of the entrance. I was really feeling the way that he took charge. I hated to admit it but that part of his swag reminded me of Ivan. Even though I could tell just by the way he spoke they were not the same type of nigga.

“If Ivan comes through tell him I will see him soon,” I yelled to Danny when we squeezed between him and the other bouncer. The big bald-headed nigga just stared at us as we crossed Water Street between the whips still caught in the traffic jam. I could only imagine what he was thinking. Every nigga that ever encountered Ivan was frightened of his wrath. Danny’s black ass just didn’t understand that the wrath of a scorned bitch was much worse.

Jahlil’s bright red big boy Mercedes Benz was in the same parking structure as the Charger. I didn’t know what the fuck he was doing when he went around to the passenger’s side and opened the door.

“Oh you’re a gangsta and a gentleman,” I cracked as I climbed in.

“You’re going to find out that there a lot of different sides to my personality.”

I boldly looked up into his dark brown eyes that I could finally see under the lights of the parking structure.

“Well you have all night to show me what you got.”

I stared at his soft looking lips when he hit me with that sexy smile of his. I damn near shuddered from the thought of how they would feel on my clit.

“I hope after tonight you will want to spend even more time with me.”

I smiled innocently before he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.
Nah nigga, you have one night and one night only
. He took off his blazer and carefully laid it in the back seat. I realized that’s why I didn’t notice it when I talked to him before going in the club.

“You know my name after how things played out in the club.” We both got a good laugh in. “But I don’t know yours.”

I purposely placed my hand on his thigh as I looked directly at him. “Phat Kat.”

“Phat Kat?” I slowly nodded my head. “What’s the meaning of that?”

“I would rather show you than tell you.”

He stared at me for a few moments before smiling.

“Let’s go get something to eat. And then we can take a walk by the lake. You can wear my blazer since that dress has you kind of exposed.”

I started cracking up.

“What?” It’s going to be cool by the lake.”

I laughed a little more and then got serious. I leaned over the console and rubbed his thigh.

“I have a better idea. Why don’t we go back to yo crib and get high as a muthafucka off that shit I smell in this whip. And then we’ll get butt ass naked and fuck each other’s brains out. But I’ma tell you right now, you ain’t getting any pussy unless you eat it.”

That nigga had the engine started and was backing out of the parking space as soon as the word pussy rolled off my tongue.