The Wife Of A Rich Hustler 2: A Thug Romance by B. Shania

Author:B., Shania
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Twyla T. Presents, LLC
Published: 2019-02-27T00:00:00+00:00

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Trina

When I first came home I had no intentions of reconnecting with Monti but now that I have, do I regret it? Absolutely not. I didn’t lead Bryson on with promises of getting into a committed relationship with him, so the shit he’s pulling is mind boggling. He has the audacity to bring the woman he’s been fucking into my parents’ home and then questions me!? What part of the game is that?

This lecture Mama call herself giving me is going in one ear and out the other.

“Katrina! Did you hear what I said?!”

“Ma, are we really doing this right now?! Why are you up here fussing at me about something that isn’t my fault?! He’s the one that’s down there being disrespectful!” I shriek.

“Do not raise your voice at me!”

Man fuck this!

I storm out of my old bedroom she’s scolding me in and march down the staircase. The doctors told me to take it easy, but how can I with all this shit going on? I’m about to kick both of their asses for showing up like it’s all sweet, with my one good arm!

Mama’s trailing behind me. It’s completely out of character for me to be talking back and snapping. I’m sorry, but today is the day I’ll just have to ask for forgiveness later because she’s doing entirely too much!

After I make it back to the guests of the hour, I give Bryson a piece of my mind and ass to kiss. That’s my only objective at the moment. However, when this Grace bitch insinuates that I lied about my twin sister being dead, all of the morals and values my parents instilled in Deuce and I, coast out the window.

In the midst of Deuce yanking Grace up and escorting her outside, she ends up on the floor and he starts fighting with Bryson. I run by them because he can hold his own. I’m about to teach this smug bitch a lesson from Sanders household etiquette 101!

She’s almost up and on her feet when I ram her into the table that’s in the foyer.

“Bitch, you’ll remember the next time you speak on my sister!”

“Trina stop! You’re going to end up hurting yourself and back in the hospital!” Mama screams.

I ignore her pleas and the throbbing in my shoulder, as I try to pull Grace up by her hair with my left hand. But I’m not successful because she has a raggedy ass wig on. I toss it behind me and grab the frizzy penitentiary cornrows instead. Her face gets acquainted with my kneecap repeatedly, until Mama manages to get me away from her.

Might as well call us a tag team duo because once I’m out the way, Mama starts swinging.

“Help me! I’m sorry! Please let me go! You’re hurting me!” Grace cries, shielding her face from the blows.

“Evelyn stop!” Daddy yells.

He snatches Mama up like her thick frame and ‘big bones’ are light as a feather.

“Put me down Kenny! Somebody better call the police!” Mama screams.

My dad is doing a decent job of holding her but she’s still kicking and swinging.

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