Saint Ave.

by Charae Lewis

“Okay and this better not come out of my pay,” she warned. He snorted. “I would tell you my net worth, but I don’t wanna stunt on you.”

“You're not only a messy old bitch but you're a shitty-ass mother. I hope your ass choke the next time you eat.”

“I'm glad you're laughing. Let’s see if you laugh at this. Your husband’s dick was superb and tucking your kids in bed was the highlight of my day. Try not to OD again, hoe!”

It was Yazmin’s turn to smile. “Oh and was it a joy. That dick is a blessing, Ms. Crackhead. I see why you're going crazy.” “Oh, you gotta whoop her ass for that one,” Natacha instigated.

“Make him fall back in love.” “He’s already in love with that stained-faced bitch.” Natacha laughed. “Now, you didn’t have to eat her up like

“Mr. Saintil, I have Mrs. Saintil on the line.” Hero cringed the minute Milda mentioned Gabriella. She’d inherited a last name she didn’t deserve. After her surprise appearance, he had her escorted off the premises. She’d been calling relentlessly attempting to speak to him but Hero had nothing to say. The only thing he wanted to hear from Gabriella was her confirming she’d sign their divorce papers. “Hang up,” he ordered. Milda bobbed her head quickly and ended the call. She spun around and re-entered the home.

I wanna thank my baby, Yazmin, for wearing my favorite color tonight. I see you, shorty.”

“Boy, fuck your lame, dusty ass. Talking about hoes when you always get caught lacking. Green eggs and ham ass bitch! You and your old 1948 ass name can go to the deepest pits of hell, hoe!”