Gangsta Divas by De'nesha Diamond Page B

recording of a car chase on the old Memphis-Arkansas Bridge.
    Caught on camera is a car chase turned deadly. One of the vehicles seen here is believed to belong to FBI-wanted felon, Terrell Carver. He is most recently wanted in connection with the shooting death of police officer Melanie Johnson and the kidnapping of her son, Christopher. The son was found last night in West Memphis through an anonymous tip.
    I block out the rest of what the reporter is saying and stare in shock at the shaky footage. Python’s Monte Carlo is being chased by Dougie’s SUV. Sparks of gunfire are even seen on the tape. They both zoom over the bridge when suddenly Dougie clips the tail, spinning Python around. Then footage gets confusing and there’s a lot of flipping. A third car is hit, and then an explosion and all three cars tumble off the bridge into the Mississippi River below.
    â€œOh. Fuck!” Mason.
    â€œHoly shit!” Bishop says from behind me.
    â€œTurn it off,” I order, feeling myself getting sick.
    Tyrese shuts it off and then we all stare at each other.
    Mason and now Dougie.
    â€œGet out.”
    Tyrese and Bishop stare at me.
    â€œI said GET THE FUCK OUT!” I grab the water pitcher next to the bed with my good arm and throw it at them.
    They duck and then scramble out, closing the door behind them. A second later, a tear skips down my face.

9
    Alice
    â€œY es! Yes! Fuck me, you nasty muthafucka. Oh, fuuuuck meeeeee!” My eyes roll around in my head. This nigga’s dick got my pussy creaming. The last thing my old ass needs is a young buck that wants to lay up in some pussy all day, but after this muthafucka proved his ass wasn’t all talk and helped me with the job last night, I’m going to feed his ass all the pussy he can handle.
    â€œAw. Sheeeiiit, baby. I’m comin’,” he announces, rotating his hips.
    My pussy squirts while I start talking in tongues—which tickles me because I’ve never been inside nobody’s church.
    â€œYou love this dick, baby? Hmmm?”
    â€œYou know it.” I throw everything I got back at him. I watch as his handsome face twists in ecstasy. A second later, he pulls out his glazed dick and candy-coats my pink pussy.
    Afterwards, he crawls down the bed and laps all that good shit up. Turns out, the nigga’s dick action ain’t got shit on his head game. Oh. My. God. “Oooh, sheeeiiiit.” I cream and squirt. But my new man gobbles it up until we get stuck on an endless cycle. Exhausted, I beg him to stop so I can catch my breath.
    At long last, he takes pity on me and climbs back up my body.
    â€œKiss me,” he orders, and then shares our essence with me. I ain’t gonna lie. We’re sweet as hell.
    After a nap and a shower, I make my way to the living room to see if there’s anything on television about the job we pulled last night. I click the TV on and a blast from the past, Captain Melvin Johnson, fills the screen with a reporter trying to shove a microphone under his mouth. How this crooked muthafucka still got a job is beyond me. It’s no secret that he’s a stick-up nigga with a badge and a VL through and through. He gets his people the best shit because he robs all the good connects.
    Supercop my ass.
    Caught on camera is a car chase turned deadly. One of the vehicles seen here is believed to belong to FBI-wanted felon, Terrell Carver. He is most recently wanted in connection with the shooting death of police officer Melanie Johnson and the kidnapping of her son, Christopher. The son was found last night in West Memphis through an anonymous tip. He suffered a bullet to the shoulder and is expected to pull through.
    â€œWhat the fuck?”
    The cameras cut to the image of an older black woman sitting out on her porch with a head full of hair rollers.
    â€œEverybody knows the truth of what’s goin’ on out here—and it’s time somebody put a stop to it.