Another Hood Tale

·Chapter Fifteen·

EXCUSE THE MISTAKES

Back at the Party

After seeing Jaz and Kylo all boo'd up Keisha got infuriated with the fact that Jaz bagged someone of Kylo's stature. Yeah, he was up and coming but he had a lot of potential to be number one in the game. He already had the love from the streets. Not to mention he was just Keisha's type. She had a thing for light-skinned tatted up men with money, and unavailability. She seethed at the thought of all of the lavish ass trips and gifts Jaz would be receiving. Keisha envied the way Kylo held onto Jaz and she just wants to be in her place, again.

"What the fuck do these dudes see in this tree branch built ass bitch?" Keisha ranted and rolled her eyes. All of the girls agreed and they stood in the kitchen discussing Jaz like she was in the latest tabloids. Little did they know it was only the beginning.

Tonight Keisha had other plans and she knew for a fact that after seeing Jaz, she wouldn't be on her A-game. Keisha felt she made more than enough money in tips and she just wanted to do a line and relax her mind. Urging Tisha and Jay to follow her, Keisha rushed to the room where she had her purse.

"So you bitches coming or what?" she asked. Keisha was leaving with or without them. Her anger was too much for her to handle without the drug in her system.

"Hell nah. I'm determined to find me a rich nigga to hang onto tonight," Tisha replied.

"Yeah girl, you see all this money walking around here? Why would we leave? The party is just getting started. You ain't heard how crazy Hollywood parties get after hours?" Jay added.

The two knew how to play groupies and they would be down for whatever if it came with a stack. Usually, whenever they would work parties of this caliber they would make bank.

"Alright, you hoes stay and do whatever the fuck you want. I'm out. B, you coming?"

"Yup. Let's go cuz," Brisha agreed, mostly because Keisha was her ride.

Keisha stormed out of the party and to her cherry red Challenger, with Brisha right behind her. She hurried inside and grabbed for the pack of Newports in the glove box. Smoking was a nasty habit she picked up in her youth, she just never gave it up. She needed to clear her mind and come up with a plan to get Kylo from under Jaz. She just had to get close to him so that he could see what he was missing. Mostly she wants what she's been missing, and that's fame.

"So is that hoe Onyx still working at Play?" she asked Brisha, who was sitting in the passenger's seat scrolling away on Instagram.

"She was there the last day I was. I think she's basically the head stripper in that bitch." Brisha replied

"Yeah cause she brought her amazon built ass up in there and stole my spot," Keisha muttered. "I was the one who was making all the fucking coins in that bitch until Danny bitch ass fell in love with her. He would cut my stage time and shit just so she could go up."

"Damn, I'm sorry cuz. I had to leave cause I wasn't making that much money either. The customers are picky about who they give their money to. and apparently, a bad bitch like me wasn't their type." Brisha said with her phone up to her face. "Oh hell naw! Bitch look! This nigga really out here posting her mut looking ass!" Brisha blurted, scaring the shit out of Keisha.

"What bitch? Who?" Keisha asked.

Taking her eyes off the road, Keisha snatched her cousin's phone and looked at the screen. It was a picture of Kylo and Jaz standing with some goofy looking ass nigga. Seeing them together only made her want to go harder with her plan. Having Rico wasn't enough, she needed someone with a more permanent income.