I Use To Love You: A Hood Chick's Revenge Read Online Free PDF

weed were lined up on a long counter. I’m talking about that good shit that came in all types of colors. You scooped out whatever you wanted into little white paper bags and weighed it up on a digital scale.
    I copped an ounce of some shit labeled Indigo Gold and a pipe to smoke out of. The weed looked blue and yellow like the Indiana Pacers’ jersey. It was my kind of spot. The older black couple that owned it were high as hell and just as friendly. Maybe after I handled my business in the Mil, Denver would be the place I laid my head.
    I got lucky and found another rat trap motel that wasn’t too far from some outlet malls. Before I rolled out later that day I would swing by and grab some fresh gear and a bra and thong set. I’ve never been a triflin’ bitch and I definitely wasn’t going to throw on the same draws after hopping out of the shower.
    This older Iranian bitch was trying to sweat me about ID when I went to pay for the motel room. I told her I lost it and it was too early in the morning to worry about something so petty. Of course I said this as I slid an extra hundred dollars across the counter. She quickly snatched up the money and handed over the key. I walked out of the office while she was trying to tell me where the room was in back.
    Old bitch sweating me about ID. She should be glad someone wants to stay in this trap ass motel . I parked a few spaces down from the room I was staying in. It was the only spot open among all of the whips with all kinds of state license plates. I sat in the truck and took Hector’s dro to the head. I was staring at the two story long white buildings with orange red doors, thinking how I better not get into any shit at this place.
    Unlike the motel in Vegas, this muthafucka was full of potential witnesses and they had a bitch staying on the top level. That’s how I knew I was high as hell and paranoid already. I grabbed the two book bags before climbing out into the cold Denver night and making my way up the staircase.
    I was hoping it was too early in the morning to be nosey enough to also see me carrying my strap. The dro I’d smoked and all that dope in those bags had me nervous about pulling out in time if some drama did come my way. Once I got my motel door open, I tossed Hector’s molly over the railing. The only time I liked rolling was when I was on some freaky shit and I didn’t plan on that happening for a while.
    I had too much business to take care of. I had to stay focused on killing Ivan and Kim, getting the money we got L.V. the Don for, finding someone to slang the dope to and keeping my black ass alive. I laid the two book bags on the bed next to me. I closed my eyes while clutching my strap under the other pillow. The dro had all types of shit running through my mind but I was worn down mentally and physically. It wasn’t hard for me to just lay there and let my mind travel back in time, when I knew that white bitch Kim K. was going to be trouble.

(Flashback)
    I was heated while sitting in the parking lot of Dave’s Sport’s Bar. I was waiting on Kim K.’s text message. I hated I had to play the background while she got to work the vic up close. Ivan felt her skin complexion was an advantage but that didn’t stop me from being in my chest about it. Dave’s was a popular sports bar in the Village of Whitefish Bay that cracked hard every night of the week.
    When Ivan found out from this hype, Turtle, the numbers this place was doing, and that the owner kept the cash in a safe until he deposited it in the bank once a week, he started plotting a way for us to get our hands on it. He just needed someone on the inside to get close enough to the owner to find out the exact day he moved the cash. I practically begged the nigga but he stood on that he believed we needed Kim K. to blend in amongst the other white faces in the sports bar.
    “Bitch, are you crazy?” he asked as he paced the floor in our living room. “The name Whitefish Bay says it