PS: I'm editing the book and rewriting in third person POV. Beware, I'm a lazy bitch so it'll take me like years to finish editing 😪

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Rachel♥

MoTiesha

LaKiesha

Lowe

Ky'Mon

Koko

Money Maker

Monika

Heaven and Nevaeh

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MoTiesha Hope Kona-Reys.

Twenty one and a waitress in a club.

Her parents were thugs, no cap. Her father and his brother carried the family's name.

The Kona-Reys.

They both hustled hard until they made it then she lost her parents to the game at a very young age. Motiesha was brought up by her uncle who also later died in the game. All the companies went to Lowe, her twenty-four year old cousin. Motiesha wasn't cheated. She just decided to not be in the streets to protect herself and her seventeen year old sister, LaKiesha.

LaKiesha takes advantage of the money and Lowe doesn't hesitate to spoil her rotten.

"Tiesha, ya got nofin 'cept family".

Tiesha just rolled her eyes at his comment. She's got a best friend, her sister from day one. Koko was just as crazy as Motiesha, if not more. She was very unpredictable. Her real name is Maria but she barely uses it. Nobody even remembers her real name except few people.

She's got a thing for Lowe but she wants Lowe to notice her first. Motiesha believes the nigga be acting stupid seeing her as a sister. Lowe and Motiesha were really close, almost inseparable.

"Tiesha!"

She groaned.

"What you want?" Tiesha asked her little sister.

"Money," she said nonchalantly.

Motiesha turned to her. "Didn't Lowe give you some two days ago?"

"So?"

"So how you done spend the money?"

"Not ya business," she retorted making Tiesha smack her hard.

"Oww!"

"You think cause you grown some ass, you gon' talk shit to me?"

Kiesha glared at her and ran away. "Bitch!" She yelled.

"Kiesha! i swear, imma murder you one day!"

"Yo, yo, sup sis." Lowe greeted as he came in through the door.

"What you yelling fa?"

Tiesha tied her bandana well and looked at Lowe. "What i do this time? no hug huh?"

She smiled and hugged him. "Ya feel better?"

"Stop givin Kiesha money, you gon spoil her."

"Ha, then who ima spend the money fa? besides ion want her looking at these damn niqqas thinking they gon get in her pussy fa sum cheap money."

"Too much."

"What ya cookin?" He asked looking into the pot.

"Human head."

Lowe looked at Tiesha slowly.

"Tiesha, when ya start eatin human?, ya a motherfucking cannibal. Ya finna eat me next."

She laughed and he stared at her. "Ain't funny." Lowe frowned.

"Do the meat smell like human meat?" She asked.

"How i gon know what human meat smell like?" He asked instead.

Tiesha shook her head as she fed him some fried meat. "How's the trap?"

"Good, a nigga stole from me. Put two in his head."

"Lowe, what did i tell you bout killing?"

"The game Tiesha, gotta earn respect, ya guys gotta fear ya and ya take no bullshit."

"Look where that got our parents," she snorted.

"You gotta let go of the past, B."

She held her hands up in surrender.

"Stop killing." She said in reply.

"You too innocent fa this world Tiesha, softie. So where my baby girl at?"

"Room, sulking."

"Yo Kiesha!" He yelled.

Tiesha raised the frying spoon at him and he jumped back. "What i do you? Ya trying to burn a nigga or what?"

"No money." She said sternly.

"No worries mami, imma resist her adorable charms. Kiesha!"

"Bubba!" She came running into his arms.

"When you gon' stop callin me that?" Lowe frowned.

"When you stop fucking."

"Ain't fucked fa 4 months straight."

"You got a hickey on your neck." Tiesha pointed out.

He brought out his phone and checked. "Wha? that ain't my neck," he said dumbly.

"So who neck is it?" Tiesha asked, placing a hand on her hip.

"One of ma friends?"

"The hell you talking bout?" She stared at him.

"You got a hickey on your neck right there," Kiesha pointed.

"How it gon be your friend's neck? Y'all switched necks?"

"Maybe," he shrugged.

The sisters were speechless as they stared at him.

"Kareem say he wanna see ya," he switched topics.

"Ion wanna."

"Ya gotta stop being hard on him, he likes ya and he wanna date ya."

"He wanna fuck."

"Nah, he ma real G. My OG, he ain't gon try shit like that."

"Bubba..."

"Yes, baby?"

"Tiesha ain't treating me right, she been starving me, no money." He chuckled and slipped her some notes. Tiesha turned to her baby sister.

"If we was characters in a story, the readers gon agree you rude and you spoilt."

She stuck out her tongue and hugged Lowe. "Thanks Bubba."

"No worries mami, imma resist her adorable charms." Tiesha mimicked.

"Weak." She muttered.

"Hater," Kiesha fired back making Tiesha sigh.

"Finish up here, gotta get ready for my night shift and when you done, you stay over at Lowe's and come home tomorrow."

"Ok."

"No Partying."

"I'll try."

"And do your homework."

"I'll think bout it."

"Mami, ya gotta stop doing that job, ya got everything ya need. Why ya think ya gotta make your own money?"

"Cause the money ain't clean," she snapped.

He looked hurt and Tiesha felt bad immediately. "Lowe, I'm sorry. Don't mean it like that. You know i talk shit a lot."

"It's cool," he smiled and hugged her as Keisha stirred the vegetables.

Tiesha then smiled and went to her room to change then came out and headed straight for the door. "No goodbye hug?" He arched an eyebrow at her.

"One," she said.

"One," he replied and she left.

Motiesha maneuvered through the busy streets until she could get a taxi that took her to her working place. Eat All You Do club.

"Tiesha, you late."

"I'm sorry boss man, got held in traffic."

"Less talking, more working."

She dropped her bag behind the counter and got to work immediately. Few made snide remarks and other tried to touch.

They tried.

When it was close to midnight, it started getting heated. So many men were talking in groups and looking around. Before Tiesha could blink, the shooting started.

"Get the damn Jewel!" Someone yelled.

She ran over the counter and ducked while the shooting went on. Bottles were being broken behind her but she didn't move.

Imma survive this night, she said to herself.

She closed her eyes tight and didn't know when a heavy jewel dropped in her bag.

When she saw everything was a bit calm, she took that opportunity to run away. Tiesha picked up her bag not even bothering to look inside and ran outside the club. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her but realized she was being chased by a Lexus. It gained on her in no time and two guys came out. They were dressed casually.

"Please hold her down for us, her mother is worried!" They yelled as they chased after her on foot, creating the make belief that they were her family members.

Stupid niggas playing the sister card.

Someone tripped her and she fell face first onto the ground.

"Where do you think you're going? you've got rich parents yet you chose the life of a stripper. Our mom has being worried sick about you."

"No, you're-" Tiesha began to speak, about to expose them.

"Cmon let's go home," one of them said shutting her up. He put her over his shoulder and the other carried her bag.

"Put me the fuck down!" She slapped his back.

He did put her down when they got to the car, shoving her inside. The car started driving off to an unknown place. Then he called someone.

"We've got her boss."

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