Slay divas

Part title

      Slay Divas

           A novel by
     Irene Smith

Acknowledgment

I want to thank God for giving me my parents, keeping me on the right path, and giving me a fantastic gift.
To my parents for bringing me on this earth, teaching me everything I know, and being there for me.
To my family for all their love and care, and understanding.
To my two best friends for being a part of my life, having my back, and for you all craziness. We will make it far with this book.
To my readers, thank all of you for all the support and reviews and for being patient with me, and I promise you all there will be more books coming soon.

Note from the author.
You will love this book, and I hope you all do. Everything in this book I am not interested in. I just write what's in my head and put it together as a novel.

        Synopsis

Latoya,  Kenya, and Aaliyah came from three states before coming to the big apple. Latoya was born in Puerto Rico. Kenya was born in Africa, and Aaliyah was born in Jamaica. Latoya is a silvered and powerful dominatrix, and Kenya is a school teacher, a stripper, and a nasty bitch. Aaliyah is a model and a stripper, but I wouldn't leave anything around her. They look innocent, but if you fuck with them the wrong way, they kill you differently. They all came to the big apple, became best friends, and came to New York to look at love, and they didn't see what was coming with that. To make things worse, Latoya had discovered her little brother had been killed. She is out to find the killer behind it. Her friend Kenya, Aaliyah by her side, will drop everything to help her. Although Kenya Aaliyah has them at home, they put them aside to help LaToya find the killer. With all the killing happening in the world, nothing stops them from seeing the killer having his head on a silver platter. These girls are going through their lives with their men and family.  They are strong when they deadbeat her; when they are together, they are more dangerous than you don't want to leave anything near them. They have a destiny to follow now: going after the killer.

 


 








 

           Prologue

Five years ago...

Pow! Pow! Pow!
Gunshots rang out in the middle of the crowded club. My eyes roamed the building to see if I could spot my best friends, Kenya and Aaliyah, as everyone else was ducking and screaming. People were stampeding out of the building,g not caring about the people they were running over along the way.
"KENYA! AALIYAH!" I called out, searching for them. I wasn't sure if they could hear me with all the screaming everyone was doing.
"LaToya!" I looked over and saw Kenya's hand waving to grab my attention. I rushed past all the other people heading toward the exit in the opposite direction to reach my friends and make sure they were alright.
"Are yawl okay?" I asked them, examining their bodies. Neither one of them looked as if they were harmed.
"Yeah, are you alright?" Aaliyah questioned with wide eyes.
"Yes, I'm fine...for now."
I reached into my clutch and pulled out my small Nine. I never left the house without it just for times like this. When I glanced up, I saw one of the shooters standing nearby with his back to me. I quickly rushed him, grabbed the gun from his pocket, and placed the gun into his side.
"Drop the fucking gun, now!" I yelled, spit flying from my mouth.
"No, bitch you dropped the gun."
"I'm not dropping shit. Do you not know you're the one with the gun on your side? Not me." I shoved it into his side, even more, complicated to remind him in case he forgot.
One of his partners appeared in front of us with his gun aimed at us. "Drop the fucking gun!" he barked.
"I'm not dropping shit. All of you come in here shooting up my goddamn place like you're crazy."
Pow! Pow!
He shot at me, and I used the other guy I held at gunpoint to shield me from the bullets. I shot back, shooting one of them in the leg.
"Aaahhh," the nigga screamed out in pain.
I shot every guy that was with him who I thought was a threat. After the shooting was over, we rushed outside. The guards were out there waiting for us. "Are y'all alright?" one asked me, and I nodded. My mind drifted off to Deandre. I didn't see him anywhere in the club.
I glanced around the parking lot to see if I could spot him. He was supposed to be there, but I couldn't find him anywhere. I said goodbye to my girls and went by his house to check and ensure he was alright.
I heard moaning from the other side of his bedroom door when I got there. My eyes immediately got wet with tears. I thought about leaving but had to see him in the act. Make sure you are really on the other side of that door. I grabbed the knob, slowly turned it, and opened the door.
My eyes landed on Deandre in bed with another chick. When he heard me sniffle, he pushed the girl from on top of him and shot straight up in bed. She wrapped herself in the sheets like I hadn't seen her naked body.
"What the hell, Deandre!" The tears kept falling nonstop. My heart ached for him. I just wished it would stop. All the shit that Deandre was telling me he love me, wouldn't break my heart or cheat on
"Babe, it isn't what it looks like!" he attempted to plead his case.
"How the fuck when I caught you in here with that bitch riding your dick!" I pointed at the bitch who backed herself into the corner between his nightstand and the wall. She was probably terrified I'd do something to her, which she needed to be. He had me standing before this fat hoe, looking like a fool. I gave this man my trust, love, damn near my all, and this is how he does me—straight shitted on me in return.
"You fucked over a good woman," I seethed at Deandre. "You're going to pay for this shit."
"What do you mean by that?" he quickly asked.
"You'll see. Just wait for it." I stormed out of there.