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

with the platinum and diamond bullets that were made from the melted down jewelry her so called husband had given her over the years.
    Now that she knew the truth, the love that she once had for her husband was replaced by a deep dark hatred. She reflected back to her actions over the past year in the Underground Playground trying to find out who kidnapped him or possibly who killed him, the blood that was on her hands all in the name of "Que"!
    How quickly a lying, deceitful, selfish motherfucker can make a thin line between love and hate completely disappears, as if love was never there.
     
     
    After her task was complete, La La walked across the darkly lit room and kissed her son on the forehead. She admired how much he looked like Que, stroking the curls upon his little head, she whispers, "Sorry, Baby Boy your daddy must have forgotten, I'm not the type of woman you fuck over!" La La grabs her hoody, places the guns in the small of her back and walks out into the foyer where everyone is standing.
     
    Jah walked up to her, "You sure you want to give that nicca his jewelry back?"
         "Every last piece!" she commented
     
    He nodded, understanding where she was coming from, "Alright, you know I'm with you!" La La, Jah, and Vega walked out the house and got into the truck to drive her to her destination. This was a mission La La wanted to do on her own; this was personal. Her heart was fucked up, and she didn't like that feeling.
     
    "All, I have to say is fucking with your ass La, a bitch would never get a piece of jewelry from me!" Vega admitted. The three of them laughed at his comment, "I'm just saying, Ma, you cold for this one. I'm impressed." he continued as they were reaching the rental car.
     
    "A good girl can turn into a bad girl! A bad girl can turn into a cold-hearted bitch!" She told them as she put her leather gloves on. She left them with that as she made her way to her rental. She plugged her IPod into the radio; "Hard to Breathe by Violetz Are Blue" filled the speakers! That is exactly what La La was going to do, make it hard for that nicca to breathe!
     
    Jah and Roc Vega watched as La La pulled off but revenge was driving that car, you could tell by the trail of dust she left in the air. "Damn Bone, this shit almost make me not want to treat these hos wrong," Vega said shaking his head almost believing himself.
     
    "Yeah, right nicca! "Jah laughed, besides hos and bitches you’re supposed to treat wrong. That's a real woman; they’re not even in the same category! Shit, a motherfucker, gone learn today!" He pulled off in the opposite direction to handle his own business.
     
     
     
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    La entered the room with Naomi right beside her; the darkness surrounded her, transforming her revenge into something so evil Lucifer himself, would have to fall to his knees and pray to God.   Halloween, the night in which masks were welcoming and the sight of death dressed in thigh-high boots, fishnet stockings, with an unbelievable sensual sheer leotard all covered up in an onyx hooded mantle and adorned a scythe in her right gloved hand was customary.
    Que watched in carnal astonishment, as he silently gave Naomi her props for picking this one out, she was the worst bitch he has seen thus far. She was thick in all the right places. He listened to the sound of her heels penetrating the marble floor; he watched as she swung her cloak open to expose the front of her body, the muscles in her thighs flexed with every step.
    “Damn left his lips as he watched his masked Grim Reaper reach her destination of the iPod, the speakers bellowed an eerie, erotic beat with an, even more, sensual spine-chilling voice.
    Naomi just stood there waiting to do her part; she watched as La went to each French door and opened them, leaving the onyx curtains to rage through the doors from the wind.  The wind threatening to blow out the black candles that were lit around the room made for an enjoyable atmosphere, one might