Free XXX Underground Playgrounds: La La's Story by Ms. Pantha Jones Page A

this bitch is fierce, she had to smile to himself. Yeah, that nigga Que had to make sure he was a totally different man to be with this bitch. Not the want be fucking thug, want be intelligent, I’m pro-black, but I hit women cause I’m weak, trifling ass. Naomi thought all this to herself as she flung off her classes.
    “Just as long as a bitch get paid, Sweetie, Hook or Crook I’m with you to get revenge on that motherfucker. You see this, Naomi said, pointing to the bruises on her face. “This is my money boo. I’m going, to be honest with you; I fuck with ballers that like their ass and dick served in a feminine package. I thought Que was, but that nigga came into my life under false fucking pretenses. Waving money but not spending shit, I was doing all the spending, like a dumb ho. I told myself I would never fall in love with a nigga who wasn’t honest about his sex life.” Naomi confessed
    La La couldn’t ridicule Naomi for that shit; after all, she married the bum ass nigga. She actually felt apologetic, as if she created Que and sent him for him/her. There was no way in hell Que would have put his hands on her and life to tell about it, so she was going to feed her more hate, to keep her loyalty until she was done with Que.  She knew she was motivated by money, so she was going to present her with a healthy sum.
    La was quiet, not showing her hand. “Well, let’s get this nigga. Evidently you know the real Que, so I need to know how can you get me close to him?” La inquired.
    “This nigga always wanted to have a threesome bringing in a woman, who would be down to fuck both of us. Are you going to pay somebody else to go in with me?“ Naomi questioned.
    “Hell no, I want to do this myself. “ La La smiled deviously
    “Well, you must have one hell of a disguise. Because that nigga has pictures of you plastered on the walls in the basement. That is why I look like this. Yeah, I went in the forbidden place. For the last year, I have never been allowed in that fucking basement. After you had sent me all that information, I had to get into that basement. I might have gotten my ass beat for being in there, but you better believe a bitch came out with something. “ Naomi beamed as she pulled out information on an account that Que had over 75g’s stashed.
    La looked over the information and found her name on the account also; this must have been one of the papers he had her sign that day when she thought she was signing for the account for her son. This nigga had to open an account with her name his bad credit having ass. So that means she can just waltz her lovely ass in there and get her son’s money back.
    If this bitch thinks I’m not about to get revenge on this nigga she silly as hell, La La thought. She waited to see what she was about to say before; she voiced what she was thinking.
    Naomi ordered another drink to calm her nerves.  Que was certifiable nut job; she read his prison psychology report. If she would have gotten a hold to those documents before she would have been gone. If this did not go right, she knew he would be after her. 
    “So, when do you want me to set it up? At least, give me a week to get back into his good graces, get everything back to normal. You can trust me; money always is the motivation.” Naomi reassured her.
    “Keep me posted. But the sooner, the better, that way you can spend your money and live a happy, comfortable life. And my soul will be at peace knowing I did not let that nigga fuck over my son.” La La said as she paid the bill. She discreetly reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope with 10g’s in it and slides it on the table towards Naomi. Naomi beamed; La La knew that sealed Que’s fate. That nigga Que was as good as gone.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    La la
     
    As her son lay peacefully in his crib, La La sat on the bed with tears of hate in her eyes, tears that could easily affect you like a snake's venom. She loaded her gun