An H-Town Gangstress

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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Synopsis

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Chapter 1

It 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 muthafucka, Poppa said as he licked his lips.

Kayla smiled, then for a split second, shifted her eyes toward the duffel bag that was lying on the other bed and quickly looked back at Poppa. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted some pussy, and she wasn’t going to waste any more time because that was the whole point of them linking up.

Before Poppa could say anything else, Kayla walked over to him and sat on his lap. She began to caress the back of his neck. Poppa took the tray of weed that was on his lap and set it on the floor. Kayla began kissing him passionately and rubbing on his chest. He was heavyset, so she could feel his titties through his shirt.

Lay back, Kayla whispered in a sexy tone.

Poppa wasted no time and laid all the way back on the bed, allowing Kayla to climb on top of him and tongue him down. Kayla could feel Poppa’s dick growing as she rubbed his shoulders. Her perfume smelled so good, it damn near hypnotized him.

Licking her lips, Kayla began sliding her body down toward Poppa’s dick. She placed her hand on his zipper and slowly unzipped it while staring in his eyes. When she pulled his dick out, she began licking around the head of it.

Damn, Poppa whispered with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Kayla smiled to herself and stuffed his entire dick in her mouth. For a fat nigga, he had a fat dick to go with it, but that didn’t intimidate Kayla at all. She sucked and deep-throated his dick like a pro, without gagging.

She slurped and spat on his dick, giving it a glazed look. Poppa’s dick was so deep down her throat, she could feel the tip of it hitting her tonsils. She could feel the veins starting to harden in his dick and that’s when she pulled away.She wiped her saliva off with the back of her hand and whispered, Close your eyes.

Poppa was feeling so good and dazed by the feeling of getting his dick sucked, he complied with Kayla and closed his eyes. He was ready for whatever surprises she had for him.

As he was lying on his back enjoying the moment, he felt a pinch and then a sting. As the seconds went by, the feeling started to become more intense. Finally, he looked down and was horrified to see that Kayla had blood all over her.

What the fuck!? he asked in a panic as he saw Kayla holding his dick in her hand like a trophy.

In the other hand she was holding a sharp-bladed knife that she had managed to stuff down in her dress.

Startled, dazed, and in a lot of pain, Poppa tried to lean forward. As soon as he did, Kayla plunged the knife into the middle of his throat.

Poppa stared at her with a look of shock and disbelief. He couldn’t believe that this bitch had actually stabbed him. He was used to dealing with niggas on the street that had it out for him every day, but he never thought that he would get caught off guard by a young bitch.

Before he could react, Kayla turned the knife while it was in his throat, and with force, carved it all the way to the side of his right ear. She then snatched the knife out and watched him collapse backward onto the bed.

Kayla looked over at the duffel bag on the other bed and stood up. She walked into the bathroom and was impressed with how good she still looked. The blood that did get on her dress was undetected due to the fact that it was red.

Looking in the mirror, Kayla turned the water on and washed the blood off her hands, arms and face. She then washed the knife off and carefully stuck it back in her dress. Satisfied, she walked out of the bathroom and toward the bed. She picked up the duffel bag and unzipped it. Inside, was stacks of cash. Kayla zipped the bag back up and quietly walked to the door.

When she looked outside the door, she saw Poppa’s homeboy from earlier lying on the floor bleeding from his neck and mouth. He had taken more than a few stabs to his neck, chest, and stomach.

Sitting next to him was a black bag that Bugsy had laid out. Kayla bent down and pulled the bag into the room without ever stepping foot outside of it. She closed the door behind her and opened the bag. She slipped out of her dress and heels and pulled out a pair of her jeans, a black V-neck and pair of black and white J’s and quickly got dressed. She grabbed a black Nike hat, put it on her head and adjusted it. She then balled up the plastic bag along with her dress and heels and put it in the duffel bag. The last thing she wanted to do was leave behind any type of evidence.

Kayla walked back toward the door, opened it, and walked out and past Poppa’s dead homeboy like he was a piece of shitty toilet paper.She walked past the lobby, but this time there was a new clerk at the desk, which was a relief to Kaya.

When Kayla made it out to the parking lot, she rushed to her car and hit the unlock button on her keys. As soon as she was within arm’s reach of her car, she flung the door open. She reached over and opened the glove compartment then pulled out her cell phone. She then threw her duffel bag into the passenger seat and sped off.

Kayla quietly, but quickly, rushed down the hall of her apartment building, trying to get in her spot without being seen. When she got to the door, she knocked on it. She then pulled her cell phone from her pocket and called Bugsy.

Open the door, she whispered.

Seconds later, the door opened and Bugsy’s face appeared. He looked at Kayla and nodded his head in satisfaction. Kayla walked past him and they both headed straight to her bedroom. She put the duffel bag on the bed and Bugsy unzipped it.

It gotta be at least a quarter million in there, Kayla said with a smile on her face.

Shit, it might be more, Bugsy replied as he pulled on his goatee.

The plan was for them to split the money. Kayla had just killed one of the toughest kingpins and took off with his money like it wasn’t shit.

Kayla knew that with her brutally murdering Poppa, the game was going to change. It was now time to boss up.

Chapter 2

The next morning, while Kayla was asleep in her bed, she was rudely awakened by banging at the door. The noise was so loud that it was slowly pulling her out of her sleep. She opened her eyes and looked around. When she looked down at the floor, she saw Bugsy lying there with a blanket over him. He had stayed the night to ensure that Kayla would be safe. She jumped out of bed and hopped over Bugsy. He was so knocked out, he didn’t even budge at the loud banging.

Without saying anything, Kayla rushed over to the door. For all she knew, it could be the cops or one of Poppa’s homies who had seen what she and Bugsy had done. She looked out of the peephole and rolled her eyes.

She then unlocked the door with an attitude and yelled out, Bitch, what I tell you about bangin’ on my door like that?

Kayla’s friend Toya stood at the door looking at her with an attitude. She and Kayla had grown up together in the West End and they attended middle and high school together; but Toya was a grade above Kayla. When she graduated, Kayla decided that attending school was no longer for her, so she did homeschooling her senior year.

Toya was very pretty with a brown-skinned complexion. She worked a full-time job as a receptionist at Memorial Herman hospital. Although she and Kayla were like best friends, she didn’t get into half the shit that Kayla got into.

Well, bitch, Toya yelled from the doorway, "start answering the phone and I won’t have