Dirty 2 by Chloe Je'Nore

Author:Chloe Je'Nore [Je'Nore, Chloe]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Urban, United States, African American, Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Women's Fiction
Amazon: B00O242I2I
Publisher: Shan Presents
Published: 2014-09-29T04:00:00+00:00

Yana

The police were still investigating the gruesome murders of my hoes, but I wasn’t really worried about it anymore. Yeah, it was fucked up what happened to them, but they knew the consequences of selling pussy just like I did.

Since none of them had any real family, I let the state bury them. It wasn’t like I was going to spend my money on a bunch of hoes that got caught slipping. Shit, if anything it was their fault and they should be paying me for my lost. Now, I had to find some new hoes.

I always preached to them to be careful about who they let in, but those whores were money hungry and look where that got them. I would miss them tremendously, but I wasn’t gonna lose any sleep over it.

I haven’t heard a peep from that bitch Missy since that club massacre, and I wasn’t surprised. I bet she’d think twice before trying a bitch like me again. She now knew I wasn’t to be fucked with and there would be hell to pay if she did.

I didn’t really want to have to take it there with her, but it was a MUST. She had some little dick nigga violate me and then she shot me, bitch whet? I guess niggas forgot I used to be Dutch’s down ass bitch back in the 90’s and ran with the hardest niggas in the state of New Jersey.

Dutch’s crew back in the day was straight savages and I was smack dab in the midst of it all. I’ve witnessed some of the coldest, bloodied, slaughters in history. I’m talking niggas killing kids, women, and the elderly with no remorse.

Dutch was a real fucking problem back in the day and I was his rider. God, how I missed the old days, but I was at a point of no return and Dutch didn’t want nothing to do with me. Like he said I would, I received the divorce papers in the mail, but I had yet to sign them, knowing that I should, but not really wanting to. I loved the respect I received when motherfuckers whispered, “that’s Dutch’s wife” and parted my path like the Red Sea.

I loved being affiliated with him; shit I loved him. I looked at the 8 by 10 picture of Danyelle hanging up on the wall and frowned, wherever that bitch went trouble followed. It was no coincidence to me that the judge preceding over her case was gunned down along with two police officers outside of the courthouse.

Danyelle may not have been involved with it, but she had to know something about it. I knew my daughter even if I couldn’t stand her.

“Yana, I’m ready to go out and have a few drinks and kick back. I’m getting restless sitting in this motherfucking house,” Kian said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I wish this motherfucker went back to Cali already. He constantly complained and his feet smelled like corn chips.

“I’m getting tired of smelling your motherfucking feet nigga go take a shower or something, shit.

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