Secrets of a Side Bitch by Jessica Watkins Read Free Book Online

ambushed.
                  Before I knew it, there were two guns to my head and a young nigga in front of me pointing a nine millimeter right between my eyes.
                  “Don’t move, nigga.”
                  My natural reaction was to get a good look at these motherfuckas to make sure that they weren’t Ching’s block boys. I knew I had never seen the one in front of me before, but as soon as I acted like I was about to turn my head, I felt the gun whip across my face.
                  I was bigger than these lil’ niggas, so he couldn’t pistol whip me to the point that I fell. But, since they were little niggas, lil niggas with no souls and no appreciation for a life, I stood still and listened to ‘em.
                  “Now this what we gone do,” the one in front of me ordered. “Me and my man gone take this work from you. Then my other man gone escort you back outside to your truck. Just leave with no problem and I won’t pop yo’ ass. Understood?”
                  I slowly nodded my head as I took surveillance of this young motherfucka. Besides a black hoodie and bandana covering his face and head, and despite me spotting dreads peeking out of the hoodie, he wore black jogging pants and LeBron XPS joints. These gym shoes were loud colors of green and damn near three hundred dollars. Not too many young niggas could afford them shoes. As he and one of his dudes carried the washer out of the back door of the apartment building, I knew that it wouldn’t be hard for Ching to find out who these little niggas was by them shoes alone.
                  Luckily, they kept their word and didn’t pop me. As the last dude walked me out of the building with a gun in my back in broad daylight, I was pretty relieved that he just let me walk to my truck once we got to the security gate.
                  “Guilt Trip” was pumping through the speakers as I hopped into the truck. I could see the back of dude’s Abercrombie hoodie as he ran back into the building. Admittedly, I breathed a sigh of relief, but I wasn’t trippin’ about the work that I’d lost.
                  I was only the middle man. This was Ching’s work. And it was apparent that somebody in his camp was leaking information on the deliveries.  So, I knew he’d take care of it.

Aeysha
    Eboni invited me to a Thursday night prayer service at her church, Whole Truth Church of God in Christ.
                  Things were at there worst for me. After weeks of job searching, I hadn’t gotten one call back. Not one. That was heartbreaking because I was putting everything into finding a job. I felt so lost and scared that this was going to be my situation for the rest of my life.
                  Things seemed to be getting worse for me as they were only getting better for Omari. He had been so happy for the past few weeks and things were looking good for him financially. He was working lots of overtime and paying off bills that were in the red. I was happy for him, but I was becoming even more scared for myself. There was more and more distance in our relationship. He was gone all of the time and I knew that he was hiding things from me.
                  So, I prayed. I was on my knees in a pew next to Eboni. I could hear her praying and crying, asking God for several things for herself and her children. As she continued to pray, her cries became more intense, so I held her hand tight as I prayed for things of my own.
                  They say that storms of life don’t have to destroy you, but my storms were wiping me out. I wasn’t the secure woman that I use to be. I was run down. I felt useless. I felt ugly. I felt insecure. I asked God to turn all of that around and give me back what my tribulations had taken from me. I asked him to give me back my relationship. I asked for my happiness back. I