ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON EIGHT

Episode 9

Bullet Lane hated rich bougie people. If it was up to him they would all be wiped off the face of the planet. Especially the White half. He only tolerated them because they served him in some way , he thought as he stopped his enormous black SUV with the tinted dark windows outside the equally enormous and sprawling Barrington Academy in Hyattsville. Next to him in the front passenger seat was his bitch of the moment Lulu Klein who was smiling seductively at him. Or , he laughed silently in his head, what she thought was seductive. Bitch was a fine piece of ass even though she was old as fuck. She wouldn't tell him her age but it had to be up there with two damn mother fucking kids sixteen and thirteen. She wasn't so old he would put her ass on the corner to make him some money but ain't nobody paying for that. Nah. She was good enough warming his bed and sucking his dick. For now.

" Why we stopping at this bougie ass school my frigid mother in law got Sol at? ," LuLu whined as she examined her long bright red manicured fingernails. The fingernails that his money paid for. He had nailed her ass good for that little treat, he thought with a wide grin on his handsome wide dark face. Bitch holes were all prime even if she was old.

" I got business here," he snapped. " So shut the fuck up. "

LuLu pouted and turned her head of bleached red curls to stare out of the window. She wondered what Sol was doing in there with all those little rich brats. And that weird mixed up kid he was hung up on. She wondered what he would think if he saw her walk in there right now.

From the front of the imposing school came running up a tall lean White boy in the most ugly as fuck uniform. The uniform made Bullet snicker as he saw the student. The boy stopped right before his driver's side window. Kid looked excited. Like he was meeting fucking Santa or something. Fucking suburb brats. His other corner boys in DC were working because they had to. This little bitch here was working because it was fun. Because it was dangerous. Bullet had the urge to pull out his damn Glock and show rich boy Kyle Samson just how dangerous it could get on the real streets.

He rolled down the window. And the boy handed him a stack of cash he had pulled out of some fancy bag he carried. Just like an overly eager puppy dog.

" Feeling kinda light ," Bullet shot out tersely as he snatched the money. " Better not be playing tricks with my money, White boy. "

Kyle swallowed hard. " I would never do that. I swear. Your product is fire here. Everyone loves it. "

Bullet smiled. He loved satisfied clients.