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

another bitch.”
    “Are you bullshittin me Phat Kat?”
    I struck a pose with my hand on my hip and my Marc Jacob bag firmly gripped in the other.
    “I’ve always been about business and ain’t shit changed.”
    Pido shook his head in disbelief as he continued to let his eyes roam over every inch of me. He was tall and skinny with bad skin and an even worse case of acne. He would never have a chance to get a shot of this pussy. I never had a thing for ugly boys, not even the ones who were getting major paper. However, Pido kept shit real by always honoring his word and coming through with whatever the customer needed. Those were qualities you didn’t run across in cats who play the streets too often.
    “I didn’t mean any disrespect Phat Kat,” he said shaking his head. “Ivan is one of the sharpest niggas I ever met. I guess I just don’t understand what more he could want in a chick.”
    “Awww. That’s sweet, Pido.” I batted my eyes and smiled even harder. “But fuck that nigga Ivan. He’s going to find out soon enough how much of a mistake he made. I came here to find out how much this Escalade is worth to you and I’m goin’ to need another whip.”
    “Well let’s go get down to business then.” Pido walked over and pressed a green button on a metal socket and waited for the garage door to raise that separated his mechanic shop from his chop shop. As soon as the door was completely raised, one of his many Puerto Rican workers hurried out and drove the Escalade into the chop shop.
    I followed him through his shop with sparks flying off blow torches and a bunch of hammering drilling going on. I caught more than my fair share of looks and some even stopped what they were doing altogether. Obviously they weren’t use to seeing bad bitches like me in the back of that chop shop.
    Pido led me to three whips with covers over them.
    “I got a Malibu, LaCrosse, and a Charger with the item.” He pulled the cover off each one as he called them out.
    The Malibu and LaCrosse would’ve been dependable transportation and they would’ve attracted the least amount of attention. I also thought about how I might find myself in some tight situations where I might need to get on some Drake shit, and go from 0 to 100.
    “What’s up with the Charger?”
    “This is definitely your style Phat Kat.” He walked over to the black Charger with white interior and ran his hand over the hood. “It’s three years old with only thirty thousand original miles on it. And it will definitely get you to where you trying to go a lot quicker than the other two.” He opened the driver side door and extended his hand as he was ushering me inside.
    “How much are you goin to tax me?” I settled into the white leather. When I noticed a key in the ignition I turned it over. The hum of the powerful engine under the hood got my pussy a little wet.
    “All of the numbers are straight and the title and registration are in the glove compartment,” Pido said.
    I looked up at him and hit his ugly ass with the most seductive smile I could come up with. I batted my naturally long and curly eyelashes and eve licked my lips a little bit. He ran his fingers through his curly philly fro before he leaned a little closer with one arm on the car door and the other on the hood. I braced myself because I knew what this muthafucka was thinking.
    “If you let me spend a little time with you I’m sure we can work something out,” he said with one of the silliest grins I’d ever seen.
    “You still haven’t told me a price, Pido. I’ve got other business to take care of,” I said with more of an attitude than I really had. “If you quote me something reasonable I might let you take me out to dinner.”
    “Alright, I tell you what.” He swallowed hard. “I’ll give you twenty g’s for the Escalade and charge you ten for the Charger.”
    I thought about it for a few moments. Ten stacks and a Charger for that hot ass Escalade. “I think I can