let’s go. Let’s ride.”
“That country-reject nigga blew my fucking buzz anyhow!” J-Rite said, leaning back in the passenger seat.
“Niggaz always on some bullshit. That’s what I loved so much about Hutch. He was real,” Leesa said, pulling out of the parking lot and into the street.
“Yeah, I miss that boy too.”
J-Rite looked in the side mirror and saw two motorcycles coming up behind them at a fast pace. The bikes rode past for a distance. She thought they were going to keep going, but the bikes suddenly slowed down, then stopped altogether. Instantly knowing something was about to jump off, she grabbed her gun from under the seat. Leesa, taking her gun from its stash spot, got ready too.
“Hey, that’s them thirst buckets from back at the club!” J-Rite shouted.
The bikes tried to block the car, but Leesa maneuvered the vehicle and swerved around them and kept going.
“Okay, sis, dig this. We can’t outrun these chicks so we gon’ have to handle our business! So get ready. I’m about to stop.” Leesa pulled up in a parking lot and slammed down on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt.
The bikes roared up aggressively, stopping in front of them. J-Rite was hyped up; definitely ready to go to battle. With a vengeance, she jumped out of the car pointing her gun directly at one of their out-of-the-blue pursuers’ heads. “What the fuck y’all want with us? Why y’all following us? Huh? What’s the deal, bitch?”
“Look, ladies, we don’t want no trouble, but we got a job to do,” she responded, not fearful of the pistol being aimed in her direction.
“And what the fuck type of job is that?” Leesa barked, also heated.
“Hey, our boss Tyrus wants to talk to both of y’all. He said for us to bring y’all back to the club. That’s it!”
“Bring us back for what?” J-Rite hissed, gun in hand.
“Look, bitch, I don’t freaking know. We just follow orders. We don’t ask questions. He asks; we deliver!”
“Well, bitch,” she returned the insult and fever thrown her way, “that’s an order you won’t be able to comply with. So fuck y’all and y’all boss! We about to be out.”
J-Rite and Leesa started easing their way back to the car. One of the women posted on J-Rite’s side tried to reach for something. It was useless. Leesa fired off one round, striking the female in her kneecap. As the girl fell to the ground, Leesa let off one more, ripping a gaping hole in her victim’s shoulder.
“Hey, you! Don’t fucking move!” J-Rite shouted to the other one who was now in tears. She walked over to the lady. “Me and my sister make our own moves; call our own shots. You can go pick yo’ friend up off the ground and go tell that nigga Tyrus if he wanna war with us, bring his A-game, because we Detroit bitches, and we don’t break!” Raising her gun, J-Rite put several holes in each of the motorcycles, rendering them undrivable.
About forty-five minutes later, Leesa pulled up at J-Rite’s building. “Look, we gonna link back up in the morning and start to get things popping in a major way. So, if you can, get in touch with Raven and whoever else you think we can trust; we’ll be good. You see, after tonight, these lames out this way be straight jealous to see females doing they own thang. So we gotta be ready!”
J-Rite let Leesa know she was thankful for the chance and wouldn’t let her down.
CHAPTER EIGHT
J-Rite woke up thinking about the awful news Asia had delivered about Buzzy, and the blessing Leesa had dropped at her feet. She only had a small amount of product left, and, of course, the ticket money that was now all hers to keep. Since she was sitting on so much free money, so to speak, she decided to pass on her good fortune. It was incredibly windy and J-Rite feared a tornado warning was about to be announced. Not wanting to run the risk of getting caught in a brewing storm, instead of going to the corner store to send Mike Mike’s
“That country-reject nigga blew my fucking buzz anyhow!” J-Rite said, leaning back in the passenger seat.
“Niggaz always on some bullshit. That’s what I loved so much about Hutch. He was real,” Leesa said, pulling out of the parking lot and into the street.
“Yeah, I miss that boy too.”
J-Rite looked in the side mirror and saw two motorcycles coming up behind them at a fast pace. The bikes rode past for a distance. She thought they were going to keep going, but the bikes suddenly slowed down, then stopped altogether. Instantly knowing something was about to jump off, she grabbed her gun from under the seat. Leesa, taking her gun from its stash spot, got ready too.
“Hey, that’s them thirst buckets from back at the club!” J-Rite shouted.
The bikes tried to block the car, but Leesa maneuvered the vehicle and swerved around them and kept going.
“Okay, sis, dig this. We can’t outrun these chicks so we gon’ have to handle our business! So get ready. I’m about to stop.” Leesa pulled up in a parking lot and slammed down on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt.
The bikes roared up aggressively, stopping in front of them. J-Rite was hyped up; definitely ready to go to battle. With a vengeance, she jumped out of the car pointing her gun directly at one of their out-of-the-blue pursuers’ heads. “What the fuck y’all want with us? Why y’all following us? Huh? What’s the deal, bitch?”
“Look, ladies, we don’t want no trouble, but we got a job to do,” she responded, not fearful of the pistol being aimed in her direction.
“And what the fuck type of job is that?” Leesa barked, also heated.
“Hey, our boss Tyrus wants to talk to both of y’all. He said for us to bring y’all back to the club. That’s it!”
“Bring us back for what?” J-Rite hissed, gun in hand.
“Look, bitch, I don’t freaking know. We just follow orders. We don’t ask questions. He asks; we deliver!”
“Well, bitch,” she returned the insult and fever thrown her way, “that’s an order you won’t be able to comply with. So fuck y’all and y’all boss! We about to be out.”
J-Rite and Leesa started easing their way back to the car. One of the women posted on J-Rite’s side tried to reach for something. It was useless. Leesa fired off one round, striking the female in her kneecap. As the girl fell to the ground, Leesa let off one more, ripping a gaping hole in her victim’s shoulder.
“Hey, you! Don’t fucking move!” J-Rite shouted to the other one who was now in tears. She walked over to the lady. “Me and my sister make our own moves; call our own shots. You can go pick yo’ friend up off the ground and go tell that nigga Tyrus if he wanna war with us, bring his A-game, because we Detroit bitches, and we don’t break!” Raising her gun, J-Rite put several holes in each of the motorcycles, rendering them undrivable.
About forty-five minutes later, Leesa pulled up at J-Rite’s building. “Look, we gonna link back up in the morning and start to get things popping in a major way. So, if you can, get in touch with Raven and whoever else you think we can trust; we’ll be good. You see, after tonight, these lames out this way be straight jealous to see females doing they own thang. So we gotta be ready!”
J-Rite let Leesa know she was thankful for the chance and wouldn’t let her down.
CHAPTER EIGHT
J-Rite woke up thinking about the awful news Asia had delivered about Buzzy, and the blessing Leesa had dropped at her feet. She only had a small amount of product left, and, of course, the ticket money that was now all hers to keep. Since she was sitting on so much free money, so to speak, she decided to pass on her good fortune. It was incredibly windy and J-Rite feared a tornado warning was about to be announced. Not wanting to run the risk of getting caught in a brewing storm, instead of going to the corner store to send Mike Mike’s
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