Boo'd Up With A Goon From Lil Haiti: A Novella by Lucinda John

Author:Lucinda John [John, Lucinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lucinda John Presents, LLC
Published: 2022-05-17T18:30:00+00:00

Waking up in Shanika’s comfortable ass bed after fucking until the wee hours of the night felt good. Shanika’s girlie pad came equipped with good pussy, AC, fast Wi-Fi, a well-stocked refrigerator, and access to every streaming service available, plus cable. I could see myself pulling up with a spend a night bag and shit.

“Ayo, Shanika. Where you at?” I asked, walking through the quiet home.

I checked the patio, bathroom, kitchen, living room, but shorty was nowhere to be found. Walking into the guest bedroom, I checked there. Still no sign of her. I was about to call her until I spotted light peeking underneath the guest bedroom, walk-in closet. Slowly opening the closet door, I spotted Shanika sitting at a table with a robe, creating fake credit cards. When Shanika told me she was a scammer, I didn’t think she meant on this level. Shorty had the closet set up like a trap as she put in work, bobbing her head to Chief Keef.

“What are you doing in here?” she asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Damn, who the fuck are you?” I questioned, staring at her in amazement. I had never encountered a female hustling on the level of a nigga before.

“I’m the bitch minding her business. Why you all in my space?” Shanika angrily snapped.

“Shit, I was looking for yo’ ass to see if you wanted to eat the dick up before I left. I ain’t know you was Queen Jwett in this ma’fucka,” I replied, referring to her as the queen of scamming.

“I handle mine.” Shanika eyes went back to the credit card she was making.

“These ma’fuckas look real.” I picked up a credit card and with the matching ID.

“You do all this shit on your own?” I probed.

“What you the feds? You wearing a wire, nigga?” The tone in her voice was chilling as she side-eyed me.

“Nah, never that. I’m just intrigued, that’s all.’

“To answer your question, yes, I work on own, and no, I can’t put you on!”

“I respect your hustle and all, but I ain’t into scamming. That’s all you, lil mama,” I mumbled in a serious tone.

“Good! Now, if you can excuse me, I got work to—” Shanika jumped out of her seat, then rushed into the guest bathroom to empty the contents that were in her stomach.

Standing in the bathroom doorway, I watched her throw up with a perplexed look plastered on my face. The fact that I hadn’t worn a rubber since I started smashing shorty rose my suspension. My mother being sure that a new addition was being added to our family, had me thinking Shanika was pregnant with my baby.

“Aye, you pregnant?” I finally found the courage to ask.

“Nah.” She shook her head before standing to her feet and making her way to the sink to rinse her mouth out and wash her face.

“It’s the Chinese food we ate last night,” she mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive!”

“Alright, bet.” I nodded, stepping to the side so Shanika could get back to work.

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