I Use To Love You: A Hood Chick's Revenge (2 page)

The country nigga’s eyes got big as he realized the mistake he made. “Please mane, don’t kill me.”

“Tell me where the money is and you’ll live to put this in your next rap song. It’ll give you more street cred than you deserve.”

“It’s in the master bedroom, mane. In a Louis duffel bag. Please, mane.”

“If he moves, send him to meet up with Pac and Biggie and every other dead rap nigga.”

I blew a kiss his way before he marched down the long hall. Whenever it was about that moolah, there was a different type of swag to his walk. Nobody else might’ve picked up on it but I peeped how his killer instincts seemed to ooze out of his pores with every step and it turned me the hell on. Ivan came back out with a long Louis Vuitton duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

“Kill that nigga.”

“Hold on man, you got da mon –” L.V. the Don was cut off by the two bullets I put in his forehead. I snatched the blond wig from my head.

I peeled off the fake eye lashes I was wearing and took out the green contact lenses and tossed them onto the marble floor. I fixed my hair that was styled in a curly Mohawk and completely shaven off on the left side. Ivan slid a pair of Armani frames on his face and slapped a fake mustache above his upper lip.

He then lit a pillowcase that he’d taken out of the master bedroom and tossed it onto the sofa. We slipped out of the hotel with a huge crowd of scared and panicked people as the fire alarm went off all over the hotel. Me and Ivan calmly made our way through the crowd and into the rented Dodge Charger my best friend Kim K. was waiting in. We rode off down the strip a million dollars to the good.

We rented out a room at one of those cheap motels where you’re lucky to have cable TV. But we weren’t messed up about it because we just needed somewhere far from the strip to lay low until our flight back to the Mil left the following morning. Don’t get it twisted, even though we were hiding out, it was still a party in our room.

Me and Ivan had been getting money together since the night we met in front of the Black Leopard. I was feeling some kind of way the first time Ivan suggested we let Kim K. in on one of our moves. I didn’t want other bitches around my man, especially a bad white bitch like Kimberly Kolby. I saw the effect she had on niggas when we worked together at the strip club.

Now I was a bad bitch myself so I didn’t feel inferior but I was still territorial about mines. As usual, Ivan checked me and got my head right. He told me to take my emotions out of it and think about how having a white face on the team can disarm people, and open doors that normally would be shut to me and him.

So here we are, sitting on a million, popping molly, and taking bottles of pineapple Ciroc to the head. It didn’t take long for me to start heating up and wanting to feel Ivan’s dick inside of me. I crawled over to where he was sitting on the edge of the bed counting the money. I whispered in his ear and told him how wet I was and that I just thinking about the taste of his dick.

I kissed him on the neck and nibbled on his earlobe. The molly had me sweating and feeling hot and sensitive all over my body. I damn near came from just touching my nigga. Ivan was tall, almost six feet, and cut to death from all of the pushups he did on the daily. I swear this nigga had lean muscle on every inch of his body. Just seeing him naked drove me crazy.

I ran my hands from his chest down to his dick, moaning and begging him to fuck the shit out of me. Ivan was so damn fine, he could look at me a certain way and get me to turn up even without the pill.

“Please baby, I want your dick inside of me now. Please give it to me baby.”

Ivan got up and knocked on the bathroom door. Kim K. stepped out of that muthafucka butt ass naked. My breath caught was in my throat. I’d seen the bitch naked a thousand times when we stripped together. But it was the look in her eyes as she slowly swagged towards the bed.

I’d seen her look at men that way when she was up on stage. I watched her make them feel as if they were all that mattered. I’d never been with another bitch before and hadn’t tried any pussy, not even with Ivan. But at that moment I wanted to know what Kim K. tasted like. So when she climbed on the bed I shoved my tongue in her mouth as if I’d been waiting to do that for years.

We smacked and slobbered on each other as we tried to see who could stick their tongue down the other’s throat the farthest. I got so caught up in it somehow Kim K. was able to slip my fuchsia DKNY t-shirt and skinny jeans off of me. I wasn’t sure but I thought Ivan might’ve helped undress me.

I was so chopped and hot and horny I didn’t know what was going on, except that freaky white bitch Kim K. had me cuming like a muthafucka. She got to sucking on my breasts and fingering me, while rubbing her thumb against my clit. I was humping the air and moaning so loud I was scared I would lead the cops right to our room.

She had me so turned up I was damn near in tears every time I nutted. Then she positioned herself between my legs, she threw them over her shoulders and shoved her tongue inside of my pussy. That shit felt so good I screamed out the bitch’s name like she was my nigga. I felt hot and wet all over my body.

When I looked up I saw Ivan fucking Kim K. while she ate my pussy like it was her last meal on earth. He smiled at me. Normally I would’ve been tripping, ready to kill that bitch for having Ivan’s dick inside of her. But I was cuming too damn much to give a fuck at that moment.

That’s how we got down the whole damn night. We kept switching positions and fucked and sucked on each other for hours. Six years in and me and Ivan still fucked like porn stars. Sometimes two and three times a day depending on what business we had up. I made sure his dick stayed in my mouth and pussy so he didn’t have anything left for those ratchet ass bitches that sweated him in the streets.

I probably enjoyed myself a little too much, but I figured we were celebrating, so why not let loose. There was no going to sleep for any of us. We were too chopped and rolling too hard. But eventually we did come down, so we laid on the bed, side by side, with our chests heaving, and our minds all over the damn place. I might've passed out if I would’ve had another orgasm. Instead, I laid there and let my mind take me back to the night I met Ivan.

“Go prove you ain’t no dumb or scared bitch because I don’t fuck with neither.” I jumped when he cocked a bullet into the chamber of the chrome .45. He sat back and didn’t say another word when I hesitated before getting out.

I looked over at Kim K. and waved before I got to chasing after Randy, the owner of the club. I knew that bitch was probably wondering what the hell I was up to but I didn’t have time to explain. It was about to be on and popping for me. I was so excited I forgot all about being nervous.

Maybe I was a dumb bitch. Because all I had on my mind was impressing this nigga Ivan, so I could be part of his world. Randy, the owner, was just about to climb in his Ford F-250 pick-up truck when I called his name, moving as fast as I could in my cheap Payless sandals that wrapped around the lower part of my calves.

“Phat Kat? What’s wrong?” He hurried his short, bald, and fat ass around to the sidewalk where I was standing. The funny looking white man was lucky he owned a strip club. He needed the money to buy pussy because it was the only way he was getting any.

I definitely did not want to be in his face early in the damn morning in a hood full of abandoned factories and warehouses. If he wasn’t my boss he probably would’ve scared the hell out of me under any other circumstances. But the thought of Ivan’s fine ass in that pretty ass Vette made me concentrate on what I was sent to do.

“I wanna go home with you.” I blurted it out and watched his creepy ass face light up like a Christmas tree.

“Oh okay.” He fumbled with his keys before he got the door open. “Are you hungry? Do you wanna get something to eat?” He held the door open for looking like a Keebler elf.

“No Randy. I want to go to your house.” He slammed my door and hurried to the driver’s side.

He floored the accelerator until we got to the ranch style house in the suburb of Brown Deer. I was willing to bet he would’ve gotten pulled over had he been black. It seemed like the cops could smell a nigga coming from a mile away. I was worried Ivan hadn’t been able to keep up. I had been looking for him in the rearview mirror from the moment we pulled off from the club. But I’d never seen the pretty ass Vette once. I was still looking for it when I climbed out of the pick-up.

“Is everything alright Phat Kat?” With my back to his ugly ass, I rolled my eyes hard as I strained my neck to see down the residential street, with the sun still hours away from rising.

I wanted to tell him ‘hell naw, everything isn’t alright.’ I was stranded at a creepy little man’s crib at four in the morning. But I took a deep breath and played the role.

“Everything is cool Randy, just checking out the area.”

“Oh you don’t have anything to worry about around here Phat Kat. Nothing ever happens.” He unlocked his front door. “Besides you got me to protect you.” I rolled my eyes even harder.
Where the hell is Ivan?

The inside of Randy’s crib had this stale smell to it that made me sick to my stomach. There were clothes and empty chip bags and fast food containers all over his living room. He knocked a bunch of shit off his couch and his coffee table.

“Make yourself comfortable Phat Kat. You want anything to drink? I still have a couple of beers left in the fridge.”

“Water is cool Randy.”

“One water coming right up.” He hurried off to the kitchen. He came back with a glass of water and a trash bag. “If you don’t mind I’m going to clean up real quick. I don’t have company too often.”
I wonder why you nasty little man.

He threw all of the trash in the bag and took it to his bin outside in front of his garage. I stood there with the glass in my hand trying to keep the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach under control. I knew if his little creepy ass tried to touch me, I’d lose it.
Ivan where the fuck are you?
Then just like that he appeared, with his gun to the back of Randy’s head.

“Phat Kat, stay calm. I’ma give him what he wants and nobody will get hurt,” Randy said with a desperate look in his beady little eyes.

“Shut the fuck up, the bitch is with me.” Ivan smacked Randy on the back of his bald head with his free hand. “Now where the fuck is the cash?” He shoved the barrel of the chrome .45 into the back of Randy’s short neck.

“Alright. It’s in my safe in the basement.”

“What are you waiting for? Lead the way little man.”

Randy opened the door and looked at me one last time before he went down the stairs. I’ll never forget the look in his eye. It was full of fear and desperation, I felt sorry for him. He knew he was going to die and that I had something to do with it. I wasn’t proud of being part of something so sheisty. But that guilty feeling wasn’t shit compared to the spell Ivan had me under.

As crazy as it sounds, I was down for whatever it took to gain his trust. Two muffled gun shots interrupted my thoughts. Ivan came back up with his gun in his hand. He lifted his white Sean John polo shirt and spun around to show me the bundles of money stuffed in his waistline.

“I’ve been following that clown home for a week. That’s why you didn’t see me. I took my time and switched cars. I could’ve easily pulled the move without you. I just wanted to see if you could follow instructions and if you would panic when I killed your boss.”

I folded my arms and looked him dead in the eye. “What if I did panic?”

“Then I would’ve killed you too.”

The smile on his handsome face was the most evil shit I’d ever seen. But it had my pussy wetter than Lake Michigan. That nigga had my young ass wide open. And when he fucked every hole in my body later that morning, I was hooked. I was officially his ride or die bitch for life.

A slap in the face caused me to rise up quickly on the bed.

“Bitch are you crazy?” I asked Kim K. She was standing on the left side of the bed laughing. Ivan was posted to my right, clutching his chrome .45, with that look in his eye I’d seen so many times when somebody was about to die.

They both were fully dressed, while I was still butt ass naked. It was like I woke up in the damn twilight zone. I even considered that maybe I was still asleep. Until Kim K. slapped the shit out of me again.

“Bitch you have lost your muthafuckin mind?” I sprung up from the bed ready to get in that white bitch’s ass until she pointed my 9 mm Millennium between my eyes.

“Sit your basic ass down bitch, before I air out that pretty face.”

“Ivan, baby…” I looked to my nigga for help. But all I got was an evil grin and his chrome .45 aimed at my head.

What the fuck?

“You’s the ex-bitch and I’m the next bitch.” Kim K. was laughing and having the time of her life. While I sat there looking from one to the other, wondering if they’d taken some acid along with the molly because they were definitely tripping.

“I don’t know what’s up but I don’t find this shit funny.” I looked at both of them and then at Kim K., directly in her eyes.

“Especially you putting your hands on me bitch.” I was snaking my neck and pointing her way. “Both of us know you could never replace me. Behind that slick tongue and big ass of yours, you’re still a simple white bitch. But I will deal with you later because we have a plane to catch.”

Kim K. was laughing her ass off when I started to scoot off the bed.

“You’re right Phat Kat. We have a plane to catch.” He pointed to himself and Kim K. “Now stay on the fucking bed.” He said the last part with his teeth clenched.

Kim K. backhanded me so hard, blood squirted from my nose.

“We had a good run but it’s over,” Ivan said as I held my nose to stop the bleeding.

“The cash from the lick we just hit is going to take me to another level. You were cool to have around why I was in the streets but you’re not built for anything beyond that. I had to upgrade my bitch.”

Ivan’s words hurt much worse than Kim K.’s blows. For the first time I noticed that my so called nigga and best friend were both rocking Fendi on their backs and feet. He was in a Carolina blue t-shirt and bowling shoes to go with his dark blue cargo shorts. She was rocking an orange-red and yellow tee with the matching sandals and white skin tight jumpsuit pants.

I was sitting there butt naked with my face swelling up and my nose bleeding and my heart broken and my head all messed up and I was still wondering how long Ivan had been fucking that dirty white tramp behind my back. As much as I tried I couldn’t keep the tears from falling.

“I wish we could just go our separate ways but you know too much.” Ivan aimed his chrome .45 at my head like I’d seen him do to so many of our vics.

“You dirty ass nigga. After I’ve kept shit 100 with you all of these years, you’re just going to kill me in this rat trap motel, like I’m some stray dog?” I lunged at him and spit in his face before he grabbed me by the throat and choke slammed me on the bed.

I stared into his eyes like
“nigga what”
as he tried to choke the life out of me. He had the tip of the silencer pressed against my forehead. I wasn’t going to give either of those backstabbing muthafuckas the satisfaction of watching me struggle. I was going out like a soldier. Then came a knock at the door.

“You check out now or pay more.” The Philippine immigrant kept knocking as Ivan and Kim K. exchanged looks. “You check out now or pay more.”

“Alright muthafucka. Here I come.” Ivan let go of my neck and tucked his chrome .45 into the waistline of his cargo shorts.

“Take the bitch in the bathroom until I get back.”

Kim K. yanked me up by my arm and then grabbed me by the back of the neck.

“Crawl like the bitch you are.”

I was coughing and slowly crawling, while trying to catch my breath. Ivan opened and slammed the door. Once inside the small bathroom Kim K. put my gun to the back of my head.

“Get up bitch.”

It took forever but I eventually made it after using the side of the tub, the cheap plastic shower curtains and anything else I could get my hands on. I don’t know where I found the strength but when I saw that smirk on her face, I lost it. It was such a tight fit in the bathroom, she was forced to stand close up on me, with the gun only inches from my face.

I grabbed her wrists and twisted in the opposite direction. A couple of shots got fired into the ugly lime green tile over the bathtub before the gun dropped from her hand. Thank god there was a silencer screwed on the end or Ivan and everybody else in the motel would’ve heard the shots.

I lowered my shoulder and used it to ram the bitch into the wall. I knocked the wind out of that bitch and she folded over in pain. I wrapped some of her long jet black hear around my hand and slammed the side of the bitch’s head into the back part of the toilet. She dropped to the floor, completely knocked the fuck out. I immediately went for my gun because I planned on putting this bitch to sleep for good, but Ivan came back into the motel room.

He called out for his little white slut as soon as he came through the door. I had a surprise for that ass. I charged out of the bathroom firing like I was the ATF. My breasts were bouncing and I screamed at the top of my lungs as I let off shots. He ducked back out of the door. But not before one ripped through his left shoulder.

I tried to keep my shit together.
Focus bitch! Get your clothes, get the money and get the fuck out of there.
The sun was up. Somebody might’ve seen Ivan running out of the motel room as I shot at him. The police would be coming. We were already hot from the lick we hit at the Venetian.

I scooped my bra, thong, and DKNY shirt and skinny jeans from the thin brown carpeting. After stumbling and almost falling flat on my face, I was fully clothed. I shoved my feet into my Air Max 95’s. But when I went for the money under the bed, bullets came flying through the window. The Louis Vuitton duffel bag wasn’t under the bed. Ivan must’ve moved it, probably to the trunk of the rental. Their plan was to leave me stanking and then be in the wind.

Now he was busting at me through the window that overlooked the one story motel parking lot. Except the blinds were closed. That nigga was out there hoping to hit me.
Turn the tables on that backstabbing muthafucka.
I crawled as fast as I could to the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

I couldn’t believe it. Kim K. was gone. She climbed out of the same window I came to make my escape out of. Both of their scheming asses had been one step ahead of me for a long time. I used the edge of the toilet to pull myself over the ledge of the window. I came down on the weeds in the open field in a hand stand position and then rolled onto my back.

I ran around to the front of the motel just in time to see the dark blue Dodge Charger turning out of the parking lot. Ivan was driving and that white bitch Kim K. was riding shotgun.

I didn’t have an airplane ticket, money, or even a ride. But I was going to catch up with both of them and make them feel my pain.