ログインLater that same damn day, we was still posted up in the living room, notebooks everywhere—names, plans, half-finished schemes scattered like straight-up crime scene evidence.
I took a slow breath, eyes locked on the floor, then let it slip out before I could punk out.“I’m thinking about going to see my mom.”Sophia froze mid-sip, real still. Emma paused with the blunt halfway to her lips, eyes cutting over to me like she already knew this wasn’t about to be simple.“The fuck?I couldn’t even catch my breath. Chest tight as hell, mind all scrambled. All I kept seeing was Evan’s trifling ass, butt naked, fucking a random chick right there on my mama’s couch—the same couch I used to curl up on as a lil’ girl, watching her get all dolled up for photoshoots. The same spot where she’d sit me down, part my hair real neat, braid it up, telling me I was her whole world.Now that couch? Just another place he done disrespected. Ruined. Like everything else.And what really had me fucked up? My own mama… really told that man to call the cops on me.Oh yeah… that right there? That had my anger going from zero to a hundred real quick.My vision went blurry as hell. I blinked hard, tryna hold them tears back before I even made it to the car. Ain’t no way I was about to break down out here.Emma and Sophia was parked right where I left ‘em, black car sitting low at the curb, engine humming soft—like two ride-or-dies posted up, ready for whatever
Later that same damn day, we was still posted up in the living room, notebooks everywhere—names, plans, half-finished schemes scattered like straight-up crime scene evidence.I took a slow breath, eyes locked on the floor, then let it slip out before I could punk out.“I’m thinking about going to see my mom.”Sophia froze mid-sip, real still. Emma paused with the blunt halfway to her lips, eyes cutting over to me like she already knew this wasn’t about to be simple.“The fuck?” Emma snapped, eyes narrowing. “After everything that bitch did? She really picked Evan’s lying ass over her own blood… and you tryna spin back and give her another chance?”I shrugged, but my chest was tight as hell, like it didn’t wanna let the words out.“I know how it sounds,” I muttered. “I ain’t stupid. But that’s still my mom.”I dragged a hand through my hair, exhaling slow.“Ten years locked up? That shit change you. Make you sit with everything… over and over. And if I
~ Emily ~Morning light came slicing through them big-ass windows, hitting us just right—three bad bitches sprawled on that sectional like we’d been through hell and came back ready to plan the next war.My head was still heavy from everything we let out last night, but my blood? It was alive. Buzzing.’Cause revenge got a flavor… and baby, it’s bitter, it’s hot, and it’s finally within reach.I was posted up cross-legged on the couch, drowning in an oversized tee, notebook balanced on my thigh, pen tapping like it was ready to choose violence any second.Sophia was doing her usual—pacing barefoot like the floor owed her money, that same cold, calculating storm in her eyes… the one she brought back from those prison days.Emma leaned all the way back, blunt already lit, smoke curling slow and lazy off her fingers like she wasn’t pressed—but I knew better. Her mind was always three steps ahead.“Alright, ladies,” I said, voice rough from the night before.
~ Emma ~*Twelve years ago*I work in one of the fanciest rich clubs in town.I walked in with my crew — three bad bitches moving like we owned the whole damn place. I was twenty, fresh out the streets, already stacking money faster than most niggas twice my age.This wasn’t no regular job. By day I played hostess at the club. By night? I moved heavy weights. Not that weak shit. Hard weapons — clean Glocks, ARs, custom pieces that could make problems disappear nice and quiet. Illegal as hell, but the money was quick and fat. The kind that let a bitch like me breathe easy most of the time.Bella was right behind me that night like she always did. My girl. My right hand.I pulled her into this life six months back when she was broke, stressed, crying over rent and that deadbeat stepmom on her neck. I told her, “Come with me, let's make quick money. Easy moves and we will look out for each other.”She didn’t hesitate, she humped in headfirst.At first, i
~ Sophia ~*Seventeen years ago*I pushed open the door to Marcus’s apartment, heart beating like crazy.I was twenty, deep in love and acting like a whole damn fool, wearing nothing but red lingerie under my coat, confidence on ten like I knew I was about to get everything I wanted. Three whole years with this nigga. Three years of him calling me his queen, holding me tight, fucking me like he meant every single promise he ever whispered in my ear.And me? I ate all that shit up like it was straight gospel.Tonight I was surprising his ass properly. Cake in one hand, heels clicking on the floor, heart wide open like a fool.“Happy birthday, baby—” The words died right in my throat.There the fuck they were.My little sister Kayla, barely eighteen, still with that soft baby face — bent over the back of his couch, ass up high like a straight-up hoe.And the way she was moaning his name… loud, nasty, desperate… told me everything before my brain cou
~ Doris ~We rolled up from the club to the apartment building a little after four in the morning, the city still half-asleep but the streets already smelling like yesterday’s rain. My feet were screaming in these cheap-ass heels, every step feeling like I was walking on broken glass. Sophia killed the engine and the three of us just sat there for a second, windows fogged up, the car still thick with club smoke, perfume, and that faint sticky-sweet scent of spilled champagne and sweat.“Fuck me,” Emma groaned, stretching her arms so wide her tits nearly popped out the tiny top she still had on. “I swear my ass is numb from all that grinding. I danced like my rent depended on it tonight.”Sophia let out a low, tired laugh and rubbed her eyes. “Your rent does depend on it, bitch. And mine too. Let’s get inside before one of us passes out right here.”We dragged our tired asses out the car like zombies in designer heels. The doorman didn’t even blink when he s