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SPECIAL THANKS TO MY BABY JUELZ…
EVERYTHING I DO IS BECAUSE OF YOU. THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU IS A LOVE LIKE NO OTHER. MY DREAM IS TO GIVE YOU THE WORLD. EVERY MISTAKE I HAVE EVER MADE WAS DONE TO MAKE ME A BETTER PERSON BECAUSE GOD KNEW THAT ONE DAY YOU WOULD BE IN MY LIFE. I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU SO MUCH. THE LOVE I HAVE IS UNCONDITIONAL AND FOREVER.
LOVE, MOMMY
Chapter 1: Monopoly
Absolutely nothing came before God… except money, of course. Money had done more for me than anything or anyone so it deserved to have the highest placement in my life. But, this time, I needed to put God first.
Okay, so, let me first start off by saying that I was never the type of girl to start beating no holy Bible and quoting scriptures, sprinkling oils and pretending to be a ‘miss holier than thou’. Never the one to start using God and a whole heap of prayer and chanting Psalms to get myself out of situations or some bull shit, so, I’m not going to start that shit now. I dealt with my problems on my own and I tried not to ask anybody for shit. Especially God… the more I thought about it… I’m not even sure why I even believed in God anyway. As a matter of fact, as far as I was concerned, God hadn’t done anything for me except to turn His back on me when I needed Him most. He took my mom, my man and now He was about to take my fucking money. So, for all I knew, God and I were strictly on a ‘need- to- know’ basis. The only time I talked to God was when I had a need and I thought it was serious enough for Him to know. That was it! Other than that, my prayers were in vain. And you know what…. maybe God had a reason to treat me the way He did… I mean, why would God be wasting his time listening to a fucking sinner like me anyway? I would pray all the time but I never could hear from God. Like the time I tried to pray after my mom died, or when Gino was whooping my ass, when I was selling pussy to make ends meet or even when I was scared, afraid and lonely. Where was God then? I would go into the shower, stand under the water and just cry while the water poured over my beaten bones and my pregnant belly. I prayed when I lie on that abortion table and felt those cold tools being shoved up my vagina. But the prayers were all in vain. So I stopped wasting my time because God was never listening. Every tear I cried I had to dry on my own, and every prayer I prayed would always go unanswered. But, with the life I was living, I never expected the lightning to flash across the sky or the thunder to roll when I prayed anyway. Like my Granny always said, “ to whom much is given, much is expected!’ Well, that didn’t apply to me because everything I had, I had stolen, borrowed, or fucked for it. God hadn’t given me anything, so nothing was expected from me. In fact, with my lifestyle and all the pain and suffering I had endured, God was the one who owed me. He had what I wanted, and He wasn’t going to give it up for me no matter how much I begged and pleaded. He had power; He had control. I mean, wasn’t He the Almighty One who could fix everything? Right! I just went along with my life and stopped caring much about why God wasn’t listening. I was just playing the hand that life had dealt me. The hand that God had dealt me. But, this wasn’t the hand I had in mind. Nothing from the streets could have prepared me for this. Somewhere in the back of my gold digging, simple ass mind I knew deep down that the life I was living would eventually tumble and catch up with me one day. Finally, it had. I was ready to fuck Karma up ‘cause this bitch had come for me real fucking hard. I couldn’t believe the shit that was really playing out right before my eyes. Now, did I really deserve all this shit that was about to happen to me?
I remember when I was a little girl my grandma would always make me and my sisters read a scripture that says something about ‘loving your enemies and praying for those who persecute you’. Love your enemies? Pray for those who persecute you? Ha! Whoever wrote some shit like that didn’t have a fucking clue of the bitches that were my enemies. They didn’t know about these lying muthafuckas who I called my friends, my sisters, and my homies. Ya’ll just didn’t know what I was up against! I’m sorry, even though I didn’t believe in the Bible; at least I tried to respect it, but, no way! Not that scripture! That was some bullshit. How could you pray and wish well to a bitch that puts a price tag on your head? I was better off getting my ass stomped by Gino or getting chopped in my throat than to be dealing with some shit like this. I had finally drawn my last chance card.’ No more rolling dice, do not collect two hundred dollars. Do not pass go!’ My black ass was going straight to jail. Except this time I wasn’t playing monopoly. Monopoly was playing my dumb ass and the star player’s name was… Dude.
Chapter 2: The right to remain silent
Now, if you remember where I left off… This fat, broke, pussy-eating dike ho had just set me up. My sister, my ace, the peanut- butter to my jelly, the butter to my popcorn, my supposedly ‘best friend’ had set my ass up. Of course you might feel that Dude had every right to set me up, but that’s far from the truth. I mean, only a naïve asshole wouldn’t agree that I was entitled to sleeping with Nikki. I know she was Dude’s girl and all that but she was fine as fuck, and that was one piece of pussy not even a saint would turn down. After all, Dude was in jail, so, what did she expect? Did she think that her Nikki was going to stay faithful to her all that time? For all I knew, Dude should have come home and threw me a party because I was the one who took care of Nikki while she was doing her time. That free- loading Bitch Nikki lived off of me. I made sure we ate while Dude was doing her time. Hell, come to think of it, if it weren’t for me, Nikki’s ass wouldn’t have survived. At least not on account of the fucking money Dude claimed to have left for her. Shit… the money she left wasn’t even enough to cover a month’s rent. And when you think about it, she was the one who had left her in my care in the first place. And, hey, she knew the kind of person I was before she even told me to look out for Nikki. So, she knew what time it was. Dude was the one who had made me into that whoring, greedy, money-hungry bitch that I had become. Truth is, I was a hustler. Call me whatever you want--- Bitch, I was all about that paper! You can call me a lying, gold-digging, hell-doomed con- artist if you will. Truth is, I was all about my money, so, fuck what you think. I knew how to get money and keep money. I could sell pussy to a prostitute and turn a nun into a fucking hoe. That’s how good I was. Money was my motivation. With money, I was able to do whatever I wanted to do, get whomever I wanted, and go wherever I wanted---and, at the rate I was going, I didn’t give a fuck about the consequences of my actions. But, again, when you think about the whole situation, I still didn’t think that I had done enough to have Dude set a bitch up the way she did. My God, I was simply doing her a favor, and, anyway you look at it, she was the one who had gotten me into credit card fraud anyway. She told me that she was giving me the job at the jewelry store so that I’d be able to pay back the Boss his money. I was thinking all that time that Dude was my best friend and that she had forgiven me. I was so happy for a second chance to be back in her life, so, when she got out of prison and told me she had another job for me, I was happy about the possibility of getting the Boss his money back. I needed Dude and I thought Dude needed me. And, come to think of it, I really had nobody. Nobody. I was ready to go on some more money -making fraud spree and start stacking my cash back up---but boy, was I in for a surprise? So, I’m all unconcerned, walking out of this pawnshop, nerve free, thinking I had pulled it off again. Believe me, I wasn’t even nervous or scared because after so many times of doing this shit, I was now a pro, I was very confident that I’d never get caught. You see, that lifestyle had paid off big time before so I never thought anything would be different. Again, I thought my ass was scotfree. What the fuck was I thinking? Even though I wanted to believe that Dude was looking out for my best interest by giving me a job like she had done in the past, somehow in the back of my mind I figured Dude was up to some more of her slick shit- I just couldn’t figure out exactly what it was. I wasn’t being stupid. How was I supposed to know that this bitch hadn’t changed? I thought being locked away in a cell and eating burnt toast would change a bitch! I guess I was wrong. All along this monster was back to her usual, sly, conniving, evil self. So, there I was, sitting my young, dumb ass in the car, caged in by a million cops who had surrounded me. I could feel the hot pee on the seat, running warm down my legs. I just fucking peed on myself! I was shaking like a leaf and my heart was beating a million miles a second. I started biting my lips and shaking my head? What the fuck was I thinking trusting this Bitch? I knew Nikki was her property. I knew this Bitch wasn’t going to let me get away with sleeping with her most prized possession. Sirens were blaring; guns drawn and mean faces stared at me from every corner. There was no escape! All for some pawn shop scheme? I hadn’t robbed a bank or anything. Damn! And, all that time, Dude, my ‘friend’, sat her stale, over-sized, evil ass right there and made me feel like an asshole. Grinning her slimy gold teeth and shaking her big, sweaty baldhead at me. What was I going to tell my grandmother? Was I going to jail? No, tell me that that shit wasn’t happening. All I could do was pray. Did I just say ‘pray’? At that point, what else did I have to loose? These were times when I needed God, and I was waiting to see what God’s excuse would be this time for not helping me out. This was a time when I needed him to listen, to answer me. This was one of those “need- to –know” prayers. So, I sat there, silently clutching my Louis Vuitton and holding on to my keys… then, I did the unthinkable… I just prayed. “Dear God, if you’re listening, please get my black ass out of this. Please don’t let these muthafuckas take me to jail.” How on fucking earth was I going to get away? For all I knew, He’d better be listening because this was some serious shit about to go down. My usual lies, manipulation and tricks wouldn’t work this time. Now, my mind was in overdrive. Which one of these cops’ dicks could I suck or fuck to get me out of this? Damn! I was ready to ride any kind of dick to get my ass out of here. My Grandma always said that God’s grace was sufficient and that God showed mercy. Well, I was hoping Grace and Mercy would show their fucking faces right about now ‘cause I sure as hell needed them two bitches, whoever they were. But, with the life I was living, would God show me any? I was sure that I had run out of all of that too. I should have known Dude all too well. This husky, Hulk-Hogan Bitch wasn’t going to let me get away with this. It would have been better if she had killed me that night at my door, at least, I probably would have realized that this was a perfect set – up and I would have thought about it twice. There was no sign, no warning, nothing! Could I be so fucking retarded and naïve to not have seen that this bitch had a motive to pay me back? You’d think that after this low life, insecure bully spent time in jail, she would have forgotten that I had slept with Nikki and would have remembered instead, all the good times we had had and the good deeds I had done. But, no, this bitch had a plan for my dumb ass and the only way she could get me back would be to set me up. When I thought about it, though, maybe I was better off in jail or prison. I mean, I still had not paid the Boss his money, and he needed to make an example out of me. He was going to kill me anyway, so, I might as well just settle for jail. Maybe Dude was really unintentionally doing my ass a favor because I was better off behind bars than walking free. At least, there, I could hide, but knowing Dude, she had people on the inside probably waiting to do my ass all the way in. Whatever it was, maybe jail could bring some closure to a life of crime and the beginning of a new chapter for me. Maybe this was what I needed. Who knows? I damn sure didn’t. If I could spend a night or two there, get out, get my money up and get the fuck out of dodge, that would be perfect! I knew that no judge was going to look at a young, innocent girl and give her any real jail time. So, what the fuck was I worried about? I had no worries really. I kept on thinking… Maybe a night or two in jail would do me good and keep me safe, at least. And, trust me, while I was there, I would be seriously thinking of how to get Dude’s ass back and fuck her up. This shit was going to be worse than how Mike Tyson fucked up Holyfield. I couldn’t be scared of this monster bitch anymore. I sat there thinking of how many people had taken advantage of me and fucked me over because I couldn’t stand up for myself. I needed a backbone. I had to defend myself. I wasn’t a sucker. I had spent all my time trying to be good to people, but, in the end, who was going to be good to me? From now on, any bitch that fucked me up like this was going to feel it! I didn’t know a lot, but there was one thing that was for certain. If I had to serve even one minute of time in that 6 by 6 cell, I would spend every second plotting to fuck Dude up. My thoughts were racing. This nasty ass bitch was going to pay! Now, whom could I call? I knew the Boss wasn’t going to help me. I had burned my bridges with Gino, Whoring Euphoria and the ‘ chicken-little—dick’ Lieutenant were vacationing on a private island--- oh… and, I heard that this bitch Euphoria was pregnant again. Sad ass! Broke ass Nikki was probably swinging on someone’s pole waiting for her ass whooping from Dude. Damn… just who the fuck could I call? Right there and then, all I had was just enough time to figure out a way to get out of that mess! I was ready to go down fighting. This Hulk Hogan Bitch was dead!
“London Destine, we’ve been looking for you for a long time. Step out of the car, and place your hands where we can see them. Bitch you make one wrong move and every cop here will put a fucking bullet through your head.” I stepped out slowly; the tears were in a race to my neck. I never knew cops could even talk to people like this. I was slammed against my Range Rover and the Bitch was reading me my rights. Reading me my fucking rights. Wow, I had rights too, ya’ll!
Chapter 3: The Seventh Commandment:
Now, just like the bible, the streets had its own commandments.