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Publié par	Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
Date de parution	06 juillet 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781648542176
Langue	English

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An H-Town Gangstress
Bossin’ Up

Sha Jones
Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

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1. Sunday

2. Sunday

3. Sunday

4. King

5. King

6. King

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
Chapter 1

I t was about 10pm when Kayla’s flight from Cuba landed. As she walked through the airport, all eyes were on her like she was Beyoncé or some shit. She was twice as beautiful as her mother, Yolie, and she wasn’t just turning heads, she was breaking necks. She was a couple of months shy of her eighteenth birthday, but she had the body of a twenty-five-year old woman. Her breasts sat up perky, she didn’t need a bra, and her ass looked like two grapes stuck together.
When Kayla walked into the parking garage, she held the keys to her car in the air and hit the unlock button. She strutted to her all-white Benz like a runway model, opened the door to the driver’s side and hopped in. She then reached in her glove compartment and grabbed her iPhone. As soon as she powered it on, she had twenty-seven text messages and eight voicemails.
For seventeen, Kayla had a lot going on and was handling her business. She wasn’t involved in any type of drugs, and she wasn’t in the business of getting her hands dirty; but she did have a lot of weight behind her.
Kayla scrolled through her text messages and some were from a few of her tricks asking to fuck and spend money on her. Another text was from her homeboy, Bugsy. It read, We still on it tonight?
“Shit,” Kayla said to herself, forgetting that she had some business to handle.
It was too much competition out on the streets, and she needed to eliminate some of it, so she was planning to meet up with this nigga named Poppa. He was like the Suge Knight of H-Town. Major drug dealers feared him, and every time he hit the streets with his men, the other niggas scattered like roaches. Hell, the cops were even scared of him, but Kayla didn’t fear him at all. She was ready to take on his big scary looking ass. She heard about him on the street and decided that she would walk his way… and that was all it took. He let her know that he wanted her and was blunt enough to say he’d even pay for the pussy, but she had forgotten that they had a meeting later.
Kayla texted Bugsy back and replied, Yeah, we still on.
She then scrolled down her call log and clicked on the name that she had given to Poppa, which was Fat Bastard.
Poppa picked up on the second ring.
“Who dis?” he answered in an intimidating tone.
“Who else would it be?” Kayla asked flirtatiously.
“Shaunta?” Poppa asked.
“Damn baby, you got that many hoes?”
“Man, quit playin’… who da fuck is dis?”
“It’s Kayla…”
Poppa’s tone then softened and he was silent for a minute.“Oh, damn, boo. I’m sorry. What’s good?”
“Nothin’ much. Just tryna see if we still on for tonight.”
“Shit… we can do that. I’ll hit you up when I’m done handlin’ my bidniss.”
“Alright, baby,” Kayla said before hanging up the phone.
She then went back into her text messages and texted Bugsy: I just got off the phone with him. Meet me at my apartment.
Seconds later, Bugsy texted back: Bet.
Kayla stuck her key in the ignition, put her car in drive, and sped out of the parking garage, not caring about pedestrians.
When she pulled to the downtown building of her condo, she parked her car and looked around. Kayla didn’t trust anyone, and the shit that she did behind closed doors would make anybody paranoid.
Once the coast was clear, she hopped out of her Benz and walked toward her condo. When she made it inside, she went straight to her bedroom and looked in her closet.
Kayla’s closet was so full of clothes; there were still some with the tags. One thing that Kayla was obsessed with was shopping. Every other day, she was in the Galleria snatching expensive shit off the racks and not worrying about the cost.
“Hmm,” she said to herself as she tried to figure out what to wear.
Everything in the walk-in closet was strategically hung up by color. The dresses were in line with other dresses, jeans lined up with other jeans as well as the shirts.All of her designer shoes were lined up neatly.
After staring at the clothes for a few minutes, Kayla finally pulled out a backless fire red dress and stared it up and down. She smiled and then looked down at a pair of red bottoms that went with the dress. Once she had her outfit together, she walked over to the mirror and ran her fingers through her freshly permed hair, trying to figure out what style to wear it in.
She was meeting up with Poppa and she had to make tonight count. She wanted to look as good as possible.
As she stood in the mirror, there was a knock at the door. Kayla rushed out of the bedroom and into the living room. When she looked through the peephole, there stood Bugsy. He was standing six foot two by the door with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips while texting on his phone. Kayla and Bugsy were so tight, that when shit jumped off, they stuck together. He was twenty-five years old, so he looked at Kayla like family.
When Kayla opened the door, Bugsy looked at her with his deep dark brown eyes and walked right past her without speaking, which wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. He was very nonchalant. He was also a pretty boy, clean-cut fade with a dark brown skin tone. He was medium built, but muscular. He didn’t really look like the fighting type, but when it came to getting in a nigga’s shit, he was amped the fuck up.
He followed Kayla as she walked back to her bedroom. As soon as he made it in, he plopped down on her king sized bed.
“So, what’s good?” Bugsy asked with the cigarette still dangling from his lip.
“Nothin’, waitin’ on this nigga to hit me back with a location,” Kayla replied as she stared in her bedroom mirror.
She then turned toward Bugsy. You gon’ be ready, huh?” she asked with a serious look on her face.
“You know I’m always ready.”
Kayla nodded her head at Bugsy in satisfaction, turned back toward the mirror and began playing in her hair again.
After three hours had passed, Kayla was finally dressed. Poppa had texted her with a location and she was on her way out the door.
“I’m out,” Kayla said to Bugsy with a smile on her face.
She then tossed him her apartment keys and walked out the door. Every time they had a plan in effect, Bugsy would come to Kayla’s spot and leave a few minutes after her, just to make sure she wasn’t being followed.
It was 2am when Kayla pulled up at the Marriott. She pulled into a parking spot and put the car in park. She reached in her purse, pulled out her small compact mirror, and checked out her makeup. Kayla then reached between her legs, grabbed her phone, unlocked it, and called Bugsy.
“I’m on my way up,” she whispered while looking around.
“I’m out here,” Bugsy replied.
Kayla hung up her phone, snatched the keys out of the ignition, and got out the car. She was looking and smelling good in her red dress. She knew that Poppa was going to lose his fucking mind once he saw how good she looked tonight.As she walked through the parking lot, she flawlessly ran her fingers through her hair as if she was in a movie.When she finally made it to the bright building, she walked through the doors and passed by the clerk as if she was invisible.
“Excuse me ma’am,” the clerk said.
Without turning around to respond, Kayla announced, “I already got my room,” and kept walking.
As Kayla walked toward the door, she spotted one of Poppa’s foot soldiers guarding it. She slowly and seductively walked past him and ran her hands down her body. She then knocked on the door.
Poppa’s little foot soldier looked over at Kayla. “Jus open the door.”
Without making eye contact with him, Kayla turned the door knob and slowly walked in.
Poppa was on the edge of the bed with a tray in his lap sprinkling dro into a cigarillo. When his gaze landed on Kayla, his eyes widened. He ran his eyeballs up and down Kayla’s curvy frame. As he was staring at her, he could feel his dick starting to rise.
Kayla stood there looking and feeling like a million bucks. Her chocolate skin tone glowed so bright, it damn near lit up the room.
“Damn, you look good than a