Love me Not....

Chapter 3

Kyndall

I rolled my window down and honked my horn and out came Sasha , Sasha was my bottom bitch, and she kept the hoe house I ran on Biltmore together for me when I was away. After Vincent went away to prison, I automatically was put into position to keep  his business running and keep shit flowing as if he wasn't even gone. Vincent was my man so it was automatically known that I was in charge when he went away to prison so all 5 of our hoes knew what was up.

Sasha hopped into the front seat of my Black 2014 Benz and handed me a envelope.

"So what's in here Sash?

"20,000 , this week was kinda dry for us, we did the best we could do Daddy."

(yes my hoes had to call me daddy too, idgaf about me being a woman lol)

"Yup, I'll see u later." I said and dismissed her from my car. I drove off and checked my phone. This weak ass bitch Jami kept blowing me up but after she left me hanging at the club I just looked at her like a weak bitch now. I deleted her message and then I saw a text from that fine ass nigga Meech.

Meech: Whats good bby? Can we get together tonight I miss u.

I laughed , this nigga aint even know me enough to miss me. But whatever. I did wanna get fucked good and he did put it down last time so I guess i'll let him come through. I texted back "Yep. Be at my crib at 8." I couldn't wait to sit on that dick. Vincent would kill me if he knew I was fucking someone else, but shit he was serving a 15 year sentence so I doubt if he was going to find out. Plus , he fucked so many hoes behind my back he couldn't say shit to me anyway.  There was nothing wrong with me getting my play on while he was away. I felt free after 10 years of being up under a nigga and being on his schedule I finally got to do my own thing without checking in with Vincent. Shiddd , I wouldn't wish jail on nobody but that nigga needed a sit down. We didn't have kids , but during the time we was together he had 2 kids with 2 different rat ass bitches. But I forgave him, partly because I loved him and partly because being his woman was all that I knew.  Vincent was my whole world since I was a foster child. My whore drug-addicted mother left me at 5 years old  and I never knew my father, I don't even think my mom knew who he was. But I knew the nigga had to be oriental because I was 4'11 with chinky eyes and long natural hair that swung down past my waist. My body was out-cold though I had 34C breasts and my ass was beautifully plump and sat up just right. And when Vincent met me I was 16 and looking for a way out, he took me in and taught me how to be a woman, taught me how to be a boss, taught me how to survive when shit got rough. He always told me "Ima make sure you good Kyndall, I don't care what happens ima make your standards so high , a nigga gon have to go outer space and bring you the whole moon to make u happy." And he was true to his word. He put me through school and opened up my own spa for me , brought me cars, and kept me happy all the way around even though he did his dirt on the side , I was happy as hell so I never cared much. When the police came and busted our door down and took him for a murder charge I was devastated. I thought for sure I was done for. About a week after he got sentenced, his lawyer came by the house and handed me a envelope with papers and a set of deposit box keys.

"What's this?" I asked.

"That my dear , is the deed to the house and paperwork signing over all of his accounts to you, and the keys are to his deposit boxes at the bank. And there's a note attached." the lawyer said.

I opened the small piece of paper and there was a note from Vincent that said 'I'll be back soon, keep shit in order for me and don't cross me. Love V...

From that day forward I assumed my position and held shit down for my man. 

I turned up the music and lit my blunt and took a long drag from it. Whenever I thought about Vincent I got sad but I had to pull it together because ain't no room for all the emotion in my life. Boss bitches don't cry.......PERIOD POINT BLANK!