The Baby Momma Scam

Prologue

I've been called every name in the book but one thing nobody can ever call me with a straight face is broke.

I'm Mona, and I was destined to hustle from the moment I popped out of Ma's big nasty pussy. Ma was a simple bitch who had no hustle what so ever. I despised her and always knew I wanted to be the complete opposite of her.

Ma's whole mentality sickened me. She would just sit back snorting powder while her perverted boyfriend played his virtual video games and tried to fuck with me. She not only had the game twisted, but she had life all the way fucked up.

I still remember how she use to play me with dollar store clothing while they were designer down. They wore knock offs but that's not the point. The point is they played in my face and had me going to school looking homeless while she spent all of her money on her man and drugs. She didn't even keep the few clothes that I had clean. I was teased about a smell multiple times at school, and I spent many nights wishing I wasn't even alive. At around 10, I reached my breaking point and started boosting. At first I only took small items but then I stopped giving a fuck.

At that point in my life, I had nothing else to lose. They took my innocence, my dignity and even my self respect. At the start of middle school, everything changed. I did my big one, period. I had all of the fly shit, and a bottom feeder couldn't tell me nothing.

I didn't need my so called Ma or anybody else for that matter. I was born a hustler, and I knew how to get it on my own. Not only did I have everything that I needed, but I kept my hair and nails done.

I was straight, period.

By the time I hit High School, I had orders for fits and perfume coming in left and right. Not only was I fly, I now had paper. It was a win win.

Ma was wearing Ecko, and I was wearing Prada. How you like them apples, Ma? Ahaha

One thing Ma did do right was fuck my Daddy. I don't know who he is but what I do know is first and foremost is they made me. Secondly, I had to have gotten my looks from him, because it certainly wasn't from her troll looking ass. Ma was very fair complexioned with freckles and warts on her face. Her body was shaped like a can, and she was short and stumpy. Ma dressed ok, but she always use to wear the most awful wigs.

I use to stare in disbelief wondering why those kinds of wigs were even sold. They just looked so itchy. Ugh!

I was 5,7, petite but curvy, creamy caramel complexion, heart shaped face, brown eyes, and full pinkish brown lips. Boys and unfortunately Men had been sweating me since I could remember but the only thing on my mind was clothes, jewelry, and money.

While I was out risking it all at these malls and outlets, It hadn't yet occurred to me that hustling these niggas was one of the easiest hustles of them all. At 16 I caught my first charge. Yep, petty theft had finally caught up with me. I was chased out of Saks by security and tackled to the ground. Thankfully, I had a nice judge, and she released me with a warning. I was still livid after being tackled down and wanted to sue but decided to just count my blessings.

That one run in with the justice system was all it took though. Those broke ass chicks at school weren't spending that much damn money.

Definitely not enough for me to risk my freedom, so I was out.

I had $1500 saved up, and I planned on flipping it someway, somehow.

The term petty theft alone bothered me, and it made me feel small. I also could never get over how that wack ass sales associate belittled me. It actually motivated me in a weird way... I was motivated to go back with my head held high and cop them Christian Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, Gucci, and Monolo Blahnik's cash.

After about a week of getting caught, I realized getting orders was the only thing about school I enjoyed. Now that I was done boosting, school began interfering with my cash flow. It was the opportunity cost for me. Ha! Opportunity cost. One of the last things I learned before I copped deuces.Yep, I coped deuces and became a High School drop out.

Shortly after dropping out I met Jaquavious. Jaquavious was tall and dark skinned, built but not overly muscular, and he rocked a triangle Mohawk with random designs on both sides. Jaquavious always stayed fly. It was love at first sight. Honestly, he was so smooth he bust my cherry wide open the same day I met him. My first time was strange. I just couldn't help but think about Ma's boyfriend. Despite him fondling me, he never went as far as to rape me. That didn't matter though. I still felt damaged. What he did was enough to shake me for the rest of my life.

From day one Jaquavious, and I were inseparable. Jaquavious was the one who really introduced me to streets. I'd lure the niggas in, and he'd take them for all they had. That boosting was nothing. It didn't even take a month for me to prance out of Saks with my dream shoes in hand while the same store clerk from when I got caught eyed me with envy. I wasn't even supposed to be in there but with my hair straightened and over-sized Gucci shades coving most of my face, I went anyway and dared her to call security. I don't think she recognized me though.

Jaquavious gave me whatever I wanted or so I thought. It didn't really occur to me that I was putting in just as much work as him. The money kind of clouded my judgement for a while but when that nigga put his hands on me, shit was as clear as day.

I crept out two days later with his money, jewelry, and car keys. Fuck that nigga!

I knew he was going to try to kill me, but I certainly wasn't going to leave broke, and I certainly wasn't going to just lay down.

At 18, I moved in with my bestie Amanda. That's when shit got real. That's when I discovered the baby momma scam.