Desiree
"Hey baby, where you been. I feel like I haven't seen you in months," My mom said.
"Ma, you just saw me the other day," I laughed.
"You only stay around for a couple hours then you leave," She frowned, "What have you been up to?" she asked.
"Nothing really," I responded.
She laughed and continued cooking dinner which was me and Busta's favorite; spaghetti with French bread.
Still to this day she's beautiful, just perfect from head to toe. I admired my mom a lot, she became a very successful model. She's such a strong woman with a big heart, I wanna be just like her.
She was wearing a sun dress that complimented her curves not to mention her breasts sat up perfectly.
"Mom can I get some money," I asked,
"Hell no, I just spent 5 thousand on your new wardrobe.. You better ask Busta," she said.
"Ask me what?" Busta said, walking into the kitchen with Ray following behind her.
"Can I have some money please?" I asked, putting on the face that she could never resist.
"Anything for you," Busta smiled and gave me her black card.
I'm definitely gon take advantage of that.
"You need to stop spoiling her grown ass," My mom said, eye balling Busta.
It's true, still to this day Busta spoils me and I'm about to be 21 next week.
Me and Ray watched with smirks on our faces cause we knew Busta was gon say some slick shit.
"Shut the fuck up Niya, goddamn.. I do what the fuck I want," Busta barked.
I giggled but quickly stopped once my mom shot me a death glare.
"Busta shut the fuck up talking to me like you done lost your fucking mind before I slap the shit out of you," Mom threatened.
I looked at Busta who was sporting some expensive jeans and the shirt to match along with some Red Bottom shoes. For them to be as old as they are, they still look the exact same.
Busta didn't say anything, instead she walked away mumbling stuff under her breath. Everybody knows how violent my mom could get. There's been plently of times when she slapped me for asking her dumb questions.
I giggled and followed after Busta.
"What you following me for?" Busta said, smirking.
"I need some weed too," I said, it helps me cooperate. I smoke a lot, every single day.
"You know where I keep it," she said pulling money out her pockets and wrapping them in rubber bands.
"Desiree," Busta said, looking at me.
"Yes?" I said, leaning against the wall.
"You still a virgin right?" she asked, she approached me and started observing my neck.
"What are you doing?" I asked, completely confused.
"Trying to see if you got some hickies on you," she said.
"Oh my god, I told you.. I'm a good girl, I don't do stuff like that," I said.
That's the truth, boys don't deserve my time. Most of them are scared to approach me because of Ray anyways.
If you can't step up to my brother then how you gon talk to me?
She smiled and nodded, "I'll kill a nigga over my baby girl,"
I laughed and went back in the kitchen. Mom already had my plate on the table with a Gatorade next to it.
I scarfed my food down then grabbed the keys to my Jeep.
"I'll be back later mom," I said, kissing her cheek. She smiled at me, "Okay, be safe.. Mommy loves you,"
"I love you too,"
*
For work, I simply wore some jeans with a Nike windbreaker jacket and some air force ones. I had on my rose gold watch Busta gave to me when I was little. My hair was up in a messy but cute bun.
I made sure my handgun was in my Chanel purse and got out the car.
Ray was standing there with a group of people the only one I recognized was Marcus, his best friend.
I walked up to Ray and was greeted with a hug. Marcus dapped me up while everyone else stared at me. I don't mind it, I love attention. Shit, my pretty ass needs it.
"Why y'all just standing here? What's the move?" I asked, curious as to what was going on.
"Police is everywhere, so we posted until it clear up," Marcus said.
I nodded and stood next to Ray, he was rolling weed and talking shit to Marcus.
"Why you rolling up if the block hot?" I asked,
"I do what the fuck I want Desi, you should know that by now," he said,
He been getting in trouble with the police since he was 8. He's 24 and still don't give a fuck. Most of the time he was covering up for me.
That's something we both have in common, neither of us give a fuck about anything we do. I do whatever the fuck I want, just like I get whatever the fuck I want when I want it.
I was looking at how the sun was shining, it was a beautiful day in Brooklyn.
A black Benz car pulled up gaining everyone's attention. I couldn't even stunt the car was really nice but it's nothing I can't get. Both me and Ray have millions, thanks to my mom and Busta. Some of it I earned myself.
Some loud ass female was approaching us yelling at Ray for cheating on her. Ray passed me the blunt then started yelling at her. They was arguing back and forth for a while before she slapped him.
Ray clenched his jaw and looked at me, he didn't even have to tell me anything. I gave the blunt and my purse to Marcus before leaning off the wall and lunging at the girl. I was giving her face shots while she was trying to grab my hair. She fell to the ground trying to protect her face while I stomped her in my air force ones.
"Beat her ass sus," I heard Ray say. I started stomping her with more force.
I finally got tired so I stopped. Her face was covered in blood but I don't give a fuck. Bitches get no sympathy from me.
"Next time you put your fucking hands on my brother imma kill you bitch," I spat giving her face one last kick.
I caught my first body when I was 16, since then I just been dropping people.
I'm that bitch all the girls envy and all the niggas wanna do.
I flipped my hair over my shoulder and applied more lipstick before grabbing my purse from Marcus and getting in my Jeep.
Stupid bitch blew my high but I have Busta's credit card so I guess I'll go to the mall and buy something from Jimmy Choo.
Y'all wanted it.. So here you go 💜
