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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.

Chapter 4     
     
    I tucked my 9 mm Millennium into the waistline of my DKNY jeans when a black Cadillac Escalade turned into the motel parking lot. I immediately went into predator mode as I watched the brand new SUV park on the opposite side in front of the last room.
    When I spotted the young Mexican cat hop out of the Cadillac truck, he looked like a walking meal ticket. I figured any muthafucka pushing a brand new sixty thousand dollar whip fresh off the lot had to have a few dollars in their pockets. On my way over I decided I would play the role of a bitch in distress to reel his ass in. As soon as he let his guard down, I would strip his ass of everything of value.
    It was easy to make the tears run down my cheeks after all of the bullshit I’d just been through. My face was still a little swollen from when that backstabbing white tramp, Kim K., was slapping me. But I knew it wasn’t enough to take away from the fact that I was a bad bitch. The one thing all men were suckers for.
    “Oh, excuse me. I don’t mean to bother you but…” I cut myself off and covered my face with both hands as I pretended to burst into tears. I thought about dropping to my knees and getting on some soap opera shit. But I could see through the cracks of my fingers that I had his attention already.
    “What’s crackin’ wit you chica? You alright?” He had one of those west coast Chicano accents. But you could understand every word. I shook my head while I kept up the act like I was crying my little heart out. “Are you hurt?” I nodded. “If you want me to help, you gotta tell me what’s up chica.”
    I sobbed a little bit more, sniffed a few times and wiped my eyes before I uncovered my face and let him get a good look at me. I knew I had him the second his bushy eyebrows shot up while his little beady black eyes roamed over every inch of my body. He licked his lips as if he wanted to see what this golden brown bombshell tasted like.
    “I caught my boyfriend cheating with my best friend.” I swallowed and closed my eyes. This wasn’t no act. The thought of Ivan and Kim together felt like a muthafucka was hammering a stake right through my heart. “He slapped me up and then left with her.”
    More tears fell from my eyes as I pictured them back in Milwaukee, counting the money out together, and fucking each other’s brains out until they were passed out in each other’s arms. All shit that me and that triflin’ nigga Ivan use to do. When I opened my eyes back up and stared at the Mexican dressed