Bitch by Deja King Read Free Book Online

dollars off my rent every month.
    It didn't really matter, though, because after Azar got killed, all I fucked with was hustlers. They threw money at me like it wasn't nothing. I worked my shit out so good that I still had a large chunk of the $50,000 that I was supposed to hold for Azar - that is, before he died. It seemed that every nigga I fucked with, I just got them open.
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    It had been a little over two years since Azar's murder, but I knew this year was my time to shine. It seemed like overnight I went from living with my dope junky mom to flexing in my own fly ass crib with a Benz to match. I could come and go as I pleased, answering to nobody.
    As I strolled down 125th and Lenox relishing in my ghetto dreams, I noticed a guy staring me down. I was used to niggas' mouths watering as they imagined how the insides of my pussy felt. When I reached the corner I stood in that `I know I'm the shit' position. With my low waist jeans perfectly accentuating the gap between my slightly curved legs and five-foot-five-inch hourglass figure, the dude was in complete awe.
    The closer the dude got to me, the more appealing I became. My butterscotch complexion glistened under the afternoon sun. The wind slightly blew through my wavy golden brown hair, which stopped around mid-back. My glossy lips added to my sensual looks. I'm sure the nigga felt he was supposed to have spotted me lounging on a Miami Beach instead of walking the grimy streets of Harlem.
    "Excuse me, Ma, but can I speak to you for a moment please?" he asked in his most sincere voice.
    I paused for a moment and ogled the stranger up and down. I then folded my arms and smacked my lips before speaking. "Nigga, I'm not yo' Ma. Save that shit for the next bitch."
    "Hold up a minute," he said as he reached to grab my arm. I instantly pulled away with my eyes speaking for me. He knew they read, back the fuck off. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to grab on you like that, but I didn't want you to walk away."
    "Hum huh," I said, rolling my eyes to let the stranger know he was getting on my last nerves.
    "No disrespect, but you are far too gorgeous to be speaking with so much venom."
    "Excuse me. Who the fuck is you? The Preacher's son?"
    "Nah, my pops is dead, but when he was alive, he definitely wasn't a Preacher," he said with a devious chuckle.
    "So why how I speak matter to you, since you ain't no savior?" I asked, hoping the nigga would keep walking.
    "I said my pops wasn't a Preacher; I didn't say I wasn't a savior."
    "How you know I need saving?" I asked, becoming more drawn into this slick talking dude's conversation.
    "I don't see a ring on your finger," he said as he gently massaged my left hand.
    "Maybe I don't want a ring on my finger," I snapped, pulling my hand away.
    "All queens deserve to be blessed with the finest rings, and you are definitely a queen. If you don't mind will you tell me your name?"
    "Precious," I answered in a silky tone, which was in contrast to my once gritty voice.
    "Damn, your mother knew what time it was when you were born, `cause you damn sure precious."
    "Cute, but I've heard all these lines before."
    "I don't care about all those other cats that fed you lines. I'm a real `G' so my line is the only line that matters."
    Damn, this nigga feeling himself, I thought to myself. After getting over my initial attitude, for the first time I actually swallowed the whole essence of the man standing before me. His flawless mahogany skin was highlighted by a low cut, full of jet-black curls. He was six-foot-two and a solid one-ninety. His full lips were decorated with perfect white teeth. I had to admit he was fine. "So what's your name?" I said, warming up to him.
    "Nico. Nico Carter."
    "It's nice to meet you, Nico. So what you want from me?"
    "Your company or maybe your hand in marriage, or maybe a pretty baby."
    "Nigga, I ain't making no baby for you."
    "You say that now, but just give me a month. You'll be begging to have my