Wife of a Palm Beach Savage by Denetra Shuntelle

Author:Denetra Shuntelle [Shuntelle, Denetra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shan Presents

About a week had passed since I climbed out of the window at Chanel’s. She called me nonstop for the first two days. After the third day she stopped calling and by day four I got a text from La’Princess thanking me for coming to my senses and bringing Yahira back to her. I wanted to wring Chanel’s fuckin’ neck for going behind my back. She gave my daughter back without consulting me first.

I attempted to use my key at the front door, but it wouldn’t budge. I looked at the key making sure I had the right one. I know this bitch ain’t changed the muthafuckin’ locks on me, I thought to myself. I wiped the key across my pants before trying it again. The door still didn’t open. I rang the doorbell and knocked at the same time. Her car was in the driveway, so I knew she was there. None of her raggedy ass friends had cars and I know damn well her ass wasn’t walking no damn where. I decided to just clear it. If I really wanted to, I could have broken inside, but a nigga didn’t have enough energy for that shit. I would catch her ass sooner or later and deal with her then. I had all type of hoe problems, but I needed to go face Rebel to make sure she got rid of the baby like I told her to.

I didn’t want no ties with that bitch. She was a beautiful woman just not for me. Honestly, I saw her as a threat. She knew too much about me and could use it against me at any moment. I knew it was fucked up that I was forcing her to get an abortion, but I didn’t want my child sharing the same DNA as that nigga Treble. I had just that much hate in my heart for that nigga. I don’t give a fuck about none of the shit he did for me in the past. I was focused on the here and now. I needed to rise up and get some real bread. I knew I would never be able to do that living in his shadow. I had to make a name for myself too. I got tired of being referred to as the dread head nigga that hang with Treble. I had a muthafuckin’ name and before I left this earth niggas would know my shit and know I was not to be fucked with.

I bent a few corners, hit a few blocks and collected my cut. It was a Saturday night, so I knew exactly where to find Rebel. I went home to change clothes before heading over to Sparrow’s. I would normally hit the spot with my niggas, but I figured this would be a solo mission. I was only going to show my face, have that convo then leave with the baddest bitch in there.

As I expected, the line to get inside was wrapped around the building.

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