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lungs a second time my cousin and I were already in our car, burning rubber out the parking lot. As we were leaving we saw an older white lady trying to help Maria up.
    Daisy had to get twelve stitches in her arm to close the cut and that trick Maria had the audacity to call Delco talking about she was going to press charges. He told her ass to go ahead and do that and then we’d press charges in return and with her record we’d see who the judge sympathized with. She dropped that shit like hot bread but I knew the drama with her wasn’t over yet. She seemed like the type of crazy bitch who knew how to hold a grudge and wouldn’t give up until she got what she wanted.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SIX
    KEYA
    I smiled flirtatiously at some of the patrons as I walked around the club but most of them just averted their eyes as though they didn’t see me. A lot of these men were the same niggas whom a couple months ago would have given their left kidney just for me to give them the time of day. More so offer them the pleasure of my company. Now they were acting as though their shit was brand new. Well fuck them. If they didn’t want to buy the pussy I’d eventually find someone else who was willing.
    “Trying to make th at paper Keya?” Trina asked as she came up to me wearing a friendly smile.
    I frowned at her. I didn’t know why this trick couldn’t get the point that I didn’t want to be her friend because I didn’t trust her ass. “What does it look like bitch?” I sucked my teeth and turned my back on her. I wasn’t in the mood for a chat with her when I was trying to make some money.
    Trina was a new addition to the club. She was also the mother of Boss’s son. I didn’t understand why she was working in this joint when I could have sworn I heard Angel say that Tyga was taking care of his twin brother’s son even though Boss had betrayed him. I also couldn’t understand why Trina wanted to be my friend when we used to fuck the same nigga. She was always acting friendly towards me but I wasn’t about to let that bitch stab me in the back.
    She slapped me on the ass as she went by. “One of these days you’re gonna see that you and I have a lot in common.” She smiled flirtatiously over her shoulder as she strutted in the direction of one of the club’s patrons. And I had to admit that the bitch was looking good. She stood around five seven, with dark brown skin, a thick sexy body and she wore her hair in a long black weave that reached all the way down to her huge booty. And with those dreamy dark brown orbs and those thick locious lips she could seduce a man just by looking at him; too bad that even though she kept flirting with me I just wasn’t into women.
    I cut my eyes at her and returned to trying to catch the attention of one of these no good niggas. I really needed to make some money tonight.
    I finally spotted one of my regulars across the room chatting with Delicious. His name was Tommy and he was a tall dark skinned dope boy who liked spending a lot of his money on strippers. I immediately saw dollars signs and strutted over to them, swaying my hips in an exaggerated motion.
    “What’s up Tommy ?” I purred, interrupting their conversation. Delicious was sitting on his lap, whispering in his ear as he felt on her booty and nuzzled her cleavage.
    He looked up at th e sound of my voice then threw me a questioning look. “What?”
    “It’s been a minute since you asked me for a dance.” I smiled at him, licking my lips seductively.
    He glower ed in return. “Bitch get the fuck outta my face. You think I didn’t hear that you’ve got the monster and is handing out death sentences left and right.”
    I was a little shocked by his response. How the fuck did he know that I had HIV? “What are you talking about?” I pretended ignorance.
    “Look at you.” H e waved his hand in my direction, with a look of revulsion on his face. “You