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Publié par	Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
Date de parution	07 décembre 2016
Nombre de lectures	2
EAN13	9781648542237
Langue	English

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Kaine & Karma
Luvin’ a Savage

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

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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

K arma sat up straight in the back seat of the Volvo SUV, and with the back of her hand, wiped semen residue from the corners of her mouth. Just the sight of the slimy looking nut almost made her gag.
I swear I hate this shit, she thought to herself, as she rolled her eyes and slowly ran her fingers through her hair.
“You got it?” she asked as she stared at the old, fat, black man.
He was breathing so heavy Karma thought he was going to have a heart attack right on the spot. Long lines of drool dangled from his lip and fell onto his fat pot belly, as he sat up in the back seat trying to regroup.
“Yeah, I got it,” he mumbled.
Karma stared down at his small dick and sighed. She had been sucking on it for five minutes, until he tapped out and unexpectedly came in her mouth.
After ten minutes of huffing and puffing, the old man lifted his ass up a few inches from his seat.
This motherfucker stink, Karma said to herself, as the smell of his booty sweat hit her nostrils, damn near burning the hairs out of her nose.
He pulled out a few crumpled dollar bills, and tossed them in Karma’s lap as if she was a trash bin.
Karma picked up the bills, straightened them out, and looked at the money in disbelief.
“What is this?” Karma asked with a frown on her face.
“What you mean?”
“What I mean? You just gave me sixty-two dollars and you owe me one-hundred!” Karma yelled as she stared at the three wrinkled twenties and two single dollar bills.
Joe gon’ kill me, she thought to herself as she buried her head in the palm of her right hand.
Joe was Karma’s so called pimp, who she was tired of. Every other night, she would hit a few quick licks for him and they would split the cash. When she wasn’t out prostituting, she spent her nights at the strip club, Onyx. If Joe really needed her, he would call her out to hit the streets.
Frustrated and dissatisfied with the exchange, Karma pulled down her tight, hot pink dress, took a deep breath and stared at the man. She was frustrated that he had short changed her and that shit wasn’t cool. What was the point of paying for pussy if you couldn’t afford it? she always wondered.
“Look… Before I got in here, I told you that if you wanted some head and sex, it would be one-hundred even.”
“Well, that’s all I got. We didn’t even have sex, so I’m paying for what I got.”
“Are you serious?” Karma yelled. “I’m so sick—”
Before Karma could finish her sentence, the old man quickly cut her off and opened the door to the back seat, then wiggled his wide body out of the vehicle. He opened the driver’s door and sat down in the front seat, leaving Karma in the back looking stupid.
“Bastard,” Karma mumbled before getting out of his car.
As soon as she stepped out into the night air, she pulled her dress further down.
Before she could fully readjust her clothes, he sped off. The wind blew Karma’s hair into her face and the smoke from the back pipe filled into her lungs, causing her to cough.
“I’m so sick of this shit,” she huffed. She stood waving one hand from side to side, trying to get the smoke out of her face, and used the other to pull strands of hair from her mouth.
She pulled her phone out of her bra and quickly called Joe.
“Come get me, I’m ready.”
A few minutes later, Karma could see Joe driving up the road in his navy blue Buick. She knew it was him because his shiny rims were lighting up the night, and his music was banging so loud she could feel the beat in her chest.
When he pulled up next to Karma, he flashed his gold grill at her. There was so much jewelry around his neck Karma could barely see him.
“What you standing there lookin’ all stupid for? Come on!” he yelled.
Karma looked at Joe with a defeated look in her eyes then slowly dragged her feet to the passenger side of the car and got in. She didn’t feel like hearing Joe’s mouth, but she already knew that he was going to throw a bitch fit because her money was short. He didn’t care if it was by a dollar or fifty cents; he was still going to bitch and moan about every penny lost.
Without saying anything to her, he held his hand out and waited for her to give him his money.
Karma scratched the side of her head and reluctantly gave him the sixty-two dollars.
Joe looked at the money with a confused look on his face and tilted his head to the side.
“Karma, what the fuck is this?”
“That’s all he gave me…”
Joe flashed his hands in Karma’s face so fast, his gold bracelets banged together like a tambourine.
“I don’t want to hear that shit tonight! How the fuck you let a nigga short change you?”
“I didn’t let him do shit! That fat bastard played me!” Karma yelled.
“Man, you let that motherfucker short change you! Damn, do I have to collect my money from these tricks personally since you don’t know what the fuck you doin’? Do I have to sit in the car with you while you suck these niggas’ dicks?”
Karma shook her head and folded her arm with an attitude like a child throwing a temper tantrum.
For twenty minutes straight, Joe sat in the car lecturing Karma about her pussy and how she should do business. The whole ride, he called her all kind of stupid bitches and dumb hoes. He was yelling so loud her head began hurting. She knew that she didn’t deserve the treatment that she was receiving, but she had bills to pay. Life was hard and a minimum wage job just wasn’t going to cut it. She didn’t see any way out, so she just sat there and took the bullshit that Joe was kicking to her.
Suddenly, there was a moment of silence and finally Joe looked at Karma. He straightened out the three twenties, put them in his pocket and handed Karma the two one dollar bills.
“The other portion of your cut is in that nigga’s pocket, so that’s your loss. You know that I’m gon’ take my cut regardless.”
“What the hell am I supposed to do with this, Joe?” Karma yelled, flashing the two dollars in his face.
“Hell, I don’t know, but that ain’t my problem.”
“That’s fucked up, Joe, and you know it! My mama’s rent is due so what do you want me to do?”
“I don’t give a fuck what you do! You twenty-two years old so you should know how the game go already. See if you can make a few dollars at the club tonight.”
Even if she did make money at the strip joint, it was going straight to her mother who was sucking her drier than a leech. Her mother didn’t work, so every time Karma walked through the door, she had her hand out like she was a damn ATM machine. If it wasn’t Joe begging for his money, it was her.
Karma ran her tongue along her gums and sucked her teeth at Joe. She looked at him in disgust because he knew her situation and still didn’t give a damn. She didn’t even know why she was so surprised because Joe didn’t care about anyone but himself. All he cared about was brushing that weak ass fade he had and cleaning his raggedy ass gold grill.
She had been hookin’ for him for two years and the entire time he showed no type of compassion. It was all about him and what he could get out of a situation.
When they pulled up to the club, it was jumping as usual. Friday nights were always the busiest because it was pay day, so the club would be packed with ballers from all over, and damn near every stripper in Houston, coming in from other strip clubs just to make extra money.
Joe parked his car in the reserved space and snatched his keys out of the ignition with an attitude. The entire time, Karma sat there quietly with no thoughts. Living the street life eventually took away her creativity, and her once vivid imagination was now nothing more than blank expressions.
“Come on,” Joe instructed as he reached under his seat and pulled out his Glock 40.
He stuffed it in his pocket and hopped out of his vehicle.
Karma sighed before she reluctantly got out of the car and strutted her way towards the club.
“You need to straighten your fuckin’ face and act like you want to be here! It’s a lot of hoes that’s dying to be in yo’ shoes right now, remember that!” Joe yelled.
Karma ignored him and kept walking towards the club. When they made it inside, Joe was greeted by two men at the door who dapped him up.
“What up, nigga?” a tall dread headed man yelled to him over the music.
“Shit, nothing. Tryin’ to keep these hoes in check,” Joe replied as he looked Karma up and down.
Karma rolled her eyes and quickly strutted off towards the back of the club where the dressing room was located.
As she made her way past the stage, her best fri