I Use To Love You: A Hood Chick's Revenge Read Online Free Page B

in a white V-neck tee, black Dickie pants, and crisp white Nike Cortez’s on his feet, I had murder in my eyes.
    “Chica bonita, you want me to get you a cab? After I take care of my business with my carnar, I’ll take you out on the strip. One night with Heriberto will make you forget all about the punta that did this to you.”
    Yeah he’s getting money. I could tell by the arrogant smile and gleam in his eyes. His swag was too turned up. This pretty boy Rico Suave, with his jet black hair slicked back, just didn’t know he was about to become my vic. Since I was still playing the helpless bitch role, I gave him a weak smile.
    “That’s what I’m talking about, chica. Do you smoke? Pop molly?” He went into his pocket and grabbed a sack of dro and some capsules full of molly. “Heriberto has everything you need.”
    I slowly walked over to him as if I was shy and unsure if I should trust him. On the inside my muthafuckin blood was boiling. My heart was pumping fast and this Mexican wanna-be player didn’t have the slightest clue that I no longer was seeing him. It was as if Ivan’s face was sitting on top of his shoulders.
    I got close enough to swipe the dro and molly from his hand. When my smile grew wider and a lot more wicked, his ass knew he’d fucked up. I saw it in his beady little eyes. With my free hand I pulled out my millennium and jammed it into his gut.
    “Lock your fingers behind your greasy ass head.”
    “Chica, this is not a smart move.”
    I jammed my strap into his flat tummy a little harder. “You know what’s not a smart move?” I asked through clenched teeth. “Not listening to what the fuck I tell you to do. Now lock yo fuckin fingers behind yo head.”
    We glared at each other as he slowly followed my command. I stuffed the molly and dro into my pocket and began digging through his. I came up on a fat bankroll, keys to the Escalade, the brand new Samsung Galaxy phone and his motel room key.
    “Turn your punk ass around,” I commanded as I pushed him in the chest.
    He slowly followed my instructions. “Mi familia is connected from coast to coast, chica. We can touch anyone anywhere.”
    “Listen, Hector.”
    “Heriberto.”
    “Fuck you and who you’re down with. Put your hands behind yo back before I pop yo ass.”
    He slowly lowered his hands and locked them behind his back.
    “That’s it muthafucka. Assume the position like you do for the cops.” I removed his yellow gold Rolex with an iced out bezel from his wrist and slipped off his gold ring with diamonds around an inscription I didn’t get a chance to read at that moment.
    “I can get you more money and drugs if you let me keep the ring.” By that point I’d had enough of the big mouth greasy head ass Mexican.
    “Muthafucka, walk to yo motel room.”
    I followed behind him with my strap aimed at his lower back. I looked around for any potential witnesses. But besides us there wasn’t any other movement around the outside of the motel. If it wasn’t for the few whips parked in the lot, you would’ve thought we were the only ones checked into that low budget motel. My guess was that there were a few tricks busy with a whore. I was glad because with the sun beaming overhead it wouldn’t have been hard for them to see all of the drama that had popped off.
    “Chica, there’s no need for this. You’ve taken what you wanted.”
    I opened his motel room and ordered him to step inside. I closed the door and made him strip out of his clothes.
    “You don’t know when to shut the fuck up, do you Hector?” And with that said I popped him in the left ass cheek.
    He crumpled to the floor as he held his ass with his face screwed up in pain. I popped him in the thigh just because he had such a slick ass moth. I probably should’ve killed him because a dead muthafucka can’t talk. But another body would’ve just made me too hot. Besides, I was headed back to the Mil. We would never bump heads again.
    I scooped his