Working Girls by Katt Read Free Book Online
Authors: Katt
scared and shit?â Ice looked over at ten-year-old Jewels and grimaced. âIâm not going to hurt you,â he added.
Jewels sat in the passenger seat, with her hands folded in her lap. She turned to face her father. âIâm not scared of you,â she retorted.
And she wasnât. Their eyes met.
Ice let out a light chuckle. âGood. âCause I donât want you to be scared of no muâfuckinâ nigga, includinâ me. You hear me?â Ice stated.
Jewels didnât respond. Instead, she turned and continued looking out at the streets.
âDid you hear what the fuck I said?â Iceâs sudden harsh tone startled her. The bass of his voice vibrated through her young body.
âI heard you!â Jewels snapped back. She didnât bother to turn and face him this time.
âAct like it, then!â he shot back as he turned the corner.
Jewels snarled and mumbled under her breath. She hated Ice with a passion. She had actually had thoughts of killing him. She hated the way he treated her mother. She couldnât believe her mother had left her alone with him. It was the first time she had ever been anywhere with Ice by herself but her mother had insisted. Usually, Jewels would go out with Melody while she worked. Which was why the streets that Ice traveled down were all too familiar to her.
Jewels stared out of Iceâs navy-colored Lexus. She recognized the faces of the young and older prostitutes, pimps and hustlers. These were the same faces she saw whenever the bus or taxi dropped her and her mother off. Jewels actually looked forward to visiting the area her mother worked. It was the only time she got to play with other kids. Most of the older hookers had sons and daughters her age or a little older. She normally stayed at one of their houses until her mother was ready to go home. She was glad something had come up and Ice had to take her to where she knew her mother would be. She couldnât wait to get out of the car and away from him. She wouldnât have to wait too much longer.
âI know that bitch ainât.â Iceâs Lexus accelerated up the block.
His sudden outburst caused Jewels to jump.
Jewels was so used to hearing her father call or refer to her mother as a bitch that she immediately started looking around for Melody when he said it. Her mother was nowhere in sight though. Jewels peered over at Ice. His attention was focused on whatever had caused his mood to change. Jewels followed his eyes. Her eyes widened at the sight of the milk-white Cadillac that had pulled alongside the curb. She had seen the car many times and knew the person driving it. Her mother had introduced her to them. She also knew the woman who was leaning over into the passenger-side window. Her fishnet stockingâcovered legs were crossed sassily, and she clearly seemed to be enjoying the conversation. Iceâs Lexus came to a screeching halt. Jewels head jerked back from the sudden stop. He threw his car in park.
âStay here,â Ice ordered, his voice booming, as he reached under the driverâs seat, retrieved his revolver, and grabbed hold of the door handle.
Before Jewels could respond, he was out of the car. She watched as her father made a beeline over to the woman, whom she knew as Lacy. She had seen the surprise on Lacyâs face, and then her face was flooded with fear when she saw Ice get out of the Lexus that had pulled up behind the Cadillac. She was already sitting erect and had backed away from the Cadillacâs window.
Jewels leaned over and turned the key in the ignition, then leaned back over to her side and cracked the passengerâs window. It rolled down just enough for to hear what all was taking place outside of her fatherâs Lexus.
âIce? Daddy, is that you?â Lacy asked, her voice quivering with fear.
As he was coming toward the car, Ice pointed at her. âBitch, no. Itâs Ronald McDonald. Bring
Jewels sat in the passenger seat, with her hands folded in her lap. She turned to face her father. âIâm not scared of you,â she retorted.
And she wasnât. Their eyes met.
Ice let out a light chuckle. âGood. âCause I donât want you to be scared of no muâfuckinâ nigga, includinâ me. You hear me?â Ice stated.
Jewels didnât respond. Instead, she turned and continued looking out at the streets.
âDid you hear what the fuck I said?â Iceâs sudden harsh tone startled her. The bass of his voice vibrated through her young body.
âI heard you!â Jewels snapped back. She didnât bother to turn and face him this time.
âAct like it, then!â he shot back as he turned the corner.
Jewels snarled and mumbled under her breath. She hated Ice with a passion. She had actually had thoughts of killing him. She hated the way he treated her mother. She couldnât believe her mother had left her alone with him. It was the first time she had ever been anywhere with Ice by herself but her mother had insisted. Usually, Jewels would go out with Melody while she worked. Which was why the streets that Ice traveled down were all too familiar to her.
Jewels stared out of Iceâs navy-colored Lexus. She recognized the faces of the young and older prostitutes, pimps and hustlers. These were the same faces she saw whenever the bus or taxi dropped her and her mother off. Jewels actually looked forward to visiting the area her mother worked. It was the only time she got to play with other kids. Most of the older hookers had sons and daughters her age or a little older. She normally stayed at one of their houses until her mother was ready to go home. She was glad something had come up and Ice had to take her to where she knew her mother would be. She couldnât wait to get out of the car and away from him. She wouldnât have to wait too much longer.
âI know that bitch ainât.â Iceâs Lexus accelerated up the block.
His sudden outburst caused Jewels to jump.
Jewels was so used to hearing her father call or refer to her mother as a bitch that she immediately started looking around for Melody when he said it. Her mother was nowhere in sight though. Jewels peered over at Ice. His attention was focused on whatever had caused his mood to change. Jewels followed his eyes. Her eyes widened at the sight of the milk-white Cadillac that had pulled alongside the curb. She had seen the car many times and knew the person driving it. Her mother had introduced her to them. She also knew the woman who was leaning over into the passenger-side window. Her fishnet stockingâcovered legs were crossed sassily, and she clearly seemed to be enjoying the conversation. Iceâs Lexus came to a screeching halt. Jewels head jerked back from the sudden stop. He threw his car in park.
âStay here,â Ice ordered, his voice booming, as he reached under the driverâs seat, retrieved his revolver, and grabbed hold of the door handle.
Before Jewels could respond, he was out of the car. She watched as her father made a beeline over to the woman, whom she knew as Lacy. She had seen the surprise on Lacyâs face, and then her face was flooded with fear when she saw Ice get out of the Lexus that had pulled up behind the Cadillac. She was already sitting erect and had backed away from the Cadillacâs window.
Jewels leaned over and turned the key in the ignition, then leaned back over to her side and cracked the passengerâs window. It rolled down just enough for to hear what all was taking place outside of her fatherâs Lexus.
âIce? Daddy, is that you?â Lacy asked, her voice quivering with fear.
As he was coming toward the car, Ice pointed at her. âBitch, no. Itâs Ronald McDonald. Bring