Cut Throat

Its KiKi bitch

"I'm a rich ass bitch with a attitude"

"Damn I'm saying though Ki, I been coming to this club faithfully every night tipping your fine ass and only you for 2 months now. You can break ya man off with some after hour service?"

I looked this nigga KJ up and down before busting out laughing in his face.
"Nigga you come in this bitch with the same clothes on every week. Let me guess tomorrow is your knock off Gucci belt , wrinkled ass white tee, and them beat up Air Force ones?"
I flipped my hair and crinkled my nose at him.

I saw his jaw clench and he looked pissed off , little did he know i didnt give a fuck .
"I'm just saying though , you know I been faithful to you when its bitches in here way badder than you and got fatter asses. Just like yo friend Jade or her fine ass sister Sasha. " he smirked at me .
At this point he was trying to insult me but that shit ain't phase me at all cause i knew me and my bitches was the baddest ones in this club .
I nodded and leaned down close to his face and placed my mouth close to his ear . I knew he could feel the heat from my mouth cause he adjusted himself.

"You right , jade and Sasha some bad bitches for sure . But the reason you won't approach them with your fucked up ass wardrobe and $20 tips is because they cut throat and they won't deal with your shit. I play nice to your broke ass cause your granny use to look out for me when my parents died . "

I leaned up and seen his face screwed up but decided i wasnt done with his ass yet .

" so out of respect for grandma carol , rest her soul. I decided to let your dirty , haven't washed your ass in a week ass even approach me bitch !! but if it wasn't for her , you wouldn't even be able to access me , let alone breathe the same air as me . So why don't you take your little ass tips and fucked up ass 20 year old car and go drive yourself in a ditch"

And with that i turned on my heels and strutted off on his broke ass . I could feel his eyes glaring through my back as i walked off but i wasnt worried because security would fuck him up if he tried anything.
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Growing up , I had the perfect family ... i mean atleast I thought so . My dad was pushing weight heavy and gave me whatever I wanted . My mom sat on her pretty , fat ass (literally since my dad paid for it) and basically told me that this is how a boss bitch lived . I admired my mother and aspired to be just like her . Built and had a nigga taking care of me . My world crashed down at the age of 15..

My parents were set up and ambushed at our home . One of his "loyal" employees had let greed and jealousy take over and he connected with my father's rival . They plotted for months on the attack and he was caught off guard . They tied my father up and tortured him , they made him watch them gang rape and violate my mother and they killed her in front of him . 2 shots between the eyes. They mentally , physically and spiritually broke my father down before robbing him and killing him .
People always say I'm lucky cause I wasnt home when it went down cause I would have been dead too . I always felt like i would of been better off dead since that's how i felt inside when they killed them..

After they killed my dad, the police cleaned house and auctioned the house off . They assumed the robbers kidnapped me but never put word out or a search party. The way they seen it , another thug and his family off the streets.
I ended up living on the streets at 15 with no survival skills , and just the clothes on my back . I went through the worst shit until i met jade at the age of 17. Instead of clowning me out she took me in like a sister and introduced me to Sasha . Sasha took care of jade most of their lives cause they moms was cracked out and they never knew they dad .

Sasha taught us the have and have nots about men , money and the world . She got us stripping at the club she worked at and we been tight since. Sometimes for extra money we bought hotels and drugged and robbed men but we haven't done it in a min since the club was popping.

Moral of the story is , these were my sisters and we made a oath that no matter what we were all we had through better or worse . And nothing could tear us apart.....