Baller Bitches by Deja King Read Free Book Online

darted around the room trying to see what I could use as a weapon.
    “I want your money and your drugs, Bitch!” I swallowed hard as that wasn’t the response I was expecting.
    “I don’t know what you talkin’ ‘bout! Why would I have drugs in my house…I don’t fuck wit’ that shit! All I got is two hundred dollars in my wallet and you can take it!”
    “Yo’ lying ass! Bitch, I know who the fuck you are. You moving more keys then most niggas out here so if you wanna stay alive you better come up with that cash and stash or you can start requesting yo’ last rites. “
    “I don’t know what the fuck you talkin’ ‘bout…I swear! Ain’t no drugs up in here.” Next thing I know this nigga pistol whip me with his gun. I could feel the open gash and I put my hand over it trying to stop the blood but it continued to trickle down.
    “Now do you understand I ain’t playin’ wit yo’ dumbass!”
    “I don’t have any drugs here but I do have some money,” I admitted as I pressed down on my head hoping the pain would stop.
    “You bet not be lyin’”
    “I’m not…I promise.”
    “Where the money at?”
    “In that closet inside the black duffel bag on the top shelf.” At this point only two things were on my mind. I was thankful Destiny was with her dad so she didn’t have to be a witness to this bullshit and staying alive.
    “Yo, it’s ‘bout a hundred g’s in here! Yeah, Bitch I’ll let you live,” he continued. Even through the mask I could tell the nigga was cheesing and shit. I thought he was about to break out and do a happy dance. “Next time I come back you betta have some drugs too,” he warned but almost in a joking type way. At this point I didn’t even care I just wanted him out of my crib.
    “You got yo’ money and could you just go!”
    “Calm yo’ ass down. I got what I wanted. I’m outta here.” That nigga pimp walked out my bedroom like he had just hit the jackpot and I guess to him he did. But luckily for me it was only a small percentage of what I really had. Don’t get it twisted I was pissed that this nigga had the audacity to break into my crib, put a gun to my head and steal my money, but what could I do.
    I fucked up and I had no one to blame but myself. I had been saying I needed to move into a doorman building but I loved my spacious renovated two-bedroom apartment in Harlem. Never did I feel I wasn’t safe because I didn’t think anybody knew I pushed drugs. Yeah I had the cars, jewelry and clothes but I kept my shit low key and felt I stayed under the radar but unfortunately I was wrong. I figured a few nosey people in my neighborhood thought I was selling pussy or was some king pin’s bottom bitch but never that I was that bitch who was a major distributor to mostly all the street pushers.
    Somehow though the streets got to talking and my secret was out. All I could do now was regroup, change shit up and be thankful that my mistakes didn’t cost me my life. The first thing I planned on doing was moving ASAP. The next thing was purchase a gun for protection. Because best believe the person who attacked me, would start running his mouth letting motherfuckers know he made a come up off me, and other thirsty niggas would now try to do the same thing.
    I didn’t even feel safe staying in my apartment for the rest of the night. I grabbed my luggage and started packing shit up. I threw everything I could in my bags before I got dressed. I decided I would stay with my mom until I could come back and get the rest of my stuff.
    Before I left I went in the bathroom and looked at the gash on my head. It didn’t look as bad as it felt which I was grateful about. I cleaned it before putting a bandage on it and I started trying to figure out what lie I would tell my mother to explain it away. This wasn’t the life I expected when I got into the game but I should’ve known that shit wouldn’t stay rosy forever. Another lesson learned. With all the easy money that