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said.
     
    “What the fuck a blade goin’ do? Them bitches got heat.” I asked shocked.
     
    Diablo shook his head at me, said something under his breath that I couldn’t understand and then said. “You crazy Yanna,.” He got up and walked down the hall to the bedroom. I knew that I’d won.
     
     
     
    * * *
     
    Meanwhile, Princess was shitting bricks over at D.’s.
     
    “C’mon outta there bitch?” La La yelled from outside.
     
    D-Roc’s apartment was on the second floor and La La’s voice could be heard loud and clear inside. It was nothing new for Princess to be fucking somebody’s man. If the nigga wasn’t attached Princess wasn’t thinking about him. That was just her nature and nobody knocked her for it. (Except for the other women of course.)
     
    “Fuck you bitch! You just wait ‘till the Cue Girls get here!” Princess yelled as she leaned out of the window.
     
    “Fuck them weak ass bitches! How ‘bout you goin’ feel the heat from my .45 bitch! How ‘bout that?!” La La yelled back.
     
    Princess knew that La La was strapped. She was the leader of a small crew of girls who called themselves The Bitch Mob. They were known for being pretty and feminine, but would fight, stab, and shoot in a hot minute. The Cue Girls had run ins with them on a regular basis. Mostly due to Princess’s hunger for other women’s men.
     
    “Chill shawty,” D-Roc said pulling Princess away from the window. “She got mad bitches wit’ her,” he added in a warning tone.
     
    “Psst, whatever nigga. You think this shit cute, don’t you? Well, I hate to bust your mufuckin’ bubble, but my bitches on the way and they deeper than them tired ass bitches outside!” Princess yelled.
     
    Now Princess was a bad bitch physically, and she knew it. She didn’t have much going on upstairs though. Her philosophy of life was fucked up. She was about 5’5, and weighed about 145 lbs. She was light-skinned with thick, black hair that extended to the center of her back. She would sometimes wear her hair in cornrows, or other styles of braids. Her breasts were the biggest things on her body and the niggas were on her D-cups hard as hell. Her small waist, round ass, and wide hips didn’t hurt either. She had thick, sexy lips, and pretty, big, green eyes. The niggas loved her fine ass, and she took advantage of that. She was a proud nympho, and was never satisfied with one or two men. She had to have options and didn’t hesitate to let it be known.
     
    “Shit”, D-Roc cursed when a rock cracked his apartment window. “You dangerous girl,” he added staring at Princess. He thought La La had started shooting.
     
    Princess smiled despite her situation. D-Roc was just some good dick and she didn’t care how La La felt. Shit, as far as she was concerned La La could have him. He had paper and could eat some pussy. That was all she wanted.
     
    “Ain’t nobody make you fuck me nigga. Shit, you wanted this,” she smiled licking her sexy lips. “You know it’s good.”
     
    D-Roc couldn’t help but laugh. He was no desperate nigga. He stood about 6’4, and weighed about 200 solid lbs. His dark skin and pretty brown eyes made him irresistible. Add some good sex and some fat pockets and Princess had to have him. She knew that La La was out there tripping because old boy could work that ten inch dick, and eat some pussy out.
     
    “It’s better than good, as a matter of fact if you let a nigga in I’ll say fuck La La,” he said.
     
    “Please D-Roc. I know you love La La.”
     
    “Fuck love. A nigga need a bitch that’s goin’ satisfy him. Shit, you satisfy the hell outta me,” he said sounding all pussy whipped.
     
    Princess laughed loudly and sat on the bed. “You sad. C’mon, you goin’ give up on love for some good pussy,” she shook her head at him.
     
    “Good pussy? Please, it ain’t just that. I don’t know what the fuck it is Princess, but man,’ he sighed. “You got some shit wit’