BLACK HUSTLE SERIES: FOR SALE (BOOK 1)

ȸ 3 ȸ (BWWM)

Money talks. Bullshit walks a country mile.

On the ride back from South Dallas, Brea relived the rest of Eva's words as if she were speaking them at that very moment. 

"One day, it hit me that no matter how bad that experience was, I'm still alive. I can sell my own body but control the situation and the amount of money I make. I know there are those who will gawk at me and call me crazy, but I will be one Crazy-Rich-Bad-Ass-Bitch one day. Do you hear me? I worked five days a week for one hundred and four weeks and made no less than $800 a day, and there were days when I made more. Sweetie, that comes to $416,000.00 cash tax-free. This money is nowhere near what I'm worth now after I've made other significantly diversified investments. That's my money; I made it selling MY OWN ASS, my damn self. I suffered, and not one stupid bastard has the right to pass judgment on me. Those dudes who assaulted me tried to destroy me, and I nearly killed myself after all of that mess. I've fantasized about snatching that bitch who set me up and having that fucker killed so many times I can't even begin to tell you. I'm just glad that pretty soon, I will have enough money to buy their worthless asses if I want to. Those assholes better be glad I haven't already had their disgusting asses taken out a long time ago. Instead of fixating on what they did to me, I let the rage I felt fuel my goals to make my money," Brea leaned back as Eva's message filtered through her mind.

"I've invested most of it, and I can guarantee my life will change very soon. If you still need proof, my proof is this four-bedroom, three-bath brick home with its four-car enclosed garage and the two-acre backyard with security cameras and fences enclosing the perimeter. I got this house at an auction for $50,000 even though it was appraised at $250,000. I bought my 2017 Lexus GX and DECO Chrome Rims with Inserts Wheels by Lexani Artis at $55,000 for the SUV and $10,000 for the rims." Her mentee sat with her hands over her mouth as Eva explained all that she had accomplished in two years.

"The money I made gave me the balls to have a sit-down with Pablo. Without confidence, a bang'n reputation, and a shitload of money, it would be damn near impossible to make any pimp consider selling one of his hoes. For them, yo ass ain't nothin but a damn dollar sign. They will try to get you on that bullshit by telling you they love you and they have your best interest at heart. A pimp gone promise to protect you and take care of your legal problems, but he also gone beat that ass if you don't get with his program. I meet with these assholes to introduce people like us to a better life."

Eva did what she did best. It was important to show those she trained what they left and what life had in store for them if they made the right choices.

"Do you see me struggling in any way?" She asked the younger woman.

"No."

"Has any person, male or female, come here to tell me what to do with my ass or my money?"

"Not from what I seen," Brea eagerly replied.

"I have this house, a few other properties, an SUV, a grip in the bank, and a stock-rich financial portfolio--including diversified valuable metals and jewels--all because I have learned how to leverage my most valuable assets and my money. If you allow others to take the money you make from selling your body, they own you. That's no better than slavery. Why not be the sole beneficiary of your work? Why not pay you and no one else?" Eva inquired while intensely peering into Brea's eyes.

"I honestly never thought of dat."

"You can do exactly what I have done. If you take the initiative to invest in yourself by simply listening to me and following my lead, your life can change for the better. Nobody will ever own you again as long as you put in the hard work and secure that bag."