earlier tonight.
“I’mma get him high. Make sure you get every dime! ”
I read the text he sent and it said, “I’ll call you when I kill ‘em.”
I grabbed my phone from my pants pocket. I had sixteen alerts from my security setup. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach when I played the video. What I saw changed every good bone I had in my body for this bitch. After seeing that video, I had murder on my mind and this bitch was the number one victim.
I walk over to where she was sleeping. “Wake up shawty. Come on, we gotta take a ride real quick.”
“What’s wrong, boo?”
“My alarm is going off at the spot.”
I watched her go into a state of panic. “What alarm?”
Then she hit me with, “Baby my pussy is on swole. You wore me out. Let’s go in the morning. It’s probably nothing.”
I wanted to shoot this hoe in her lying ass mouth. “Get the fuck up. Don’t make me ask you again.”
As she reluctantly got up and started dressing, I sat on the edge of the couch and watched her fidget. “What you looking all crazy for?”
“I’m just tired.”
Tired my ass, I thought. Ten minutes later, we were on the expressway.
“Why you so quiet?”
I looked at her and watched her bite her nails, something she did when she was nervous. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Damn Tutu, why?”
She looked at me with tears in her eyes, “I never meant to hurt you.”
WHACK!
I smacked her so hard that her head bounced off the window. I didn’t say another word as we got off on 87 th Street. When I finally pulled around the back of the house to where the garage was, I could see the door pulled halfway off.
“Bitch, get the fuck out!” I snatched that bitch out through the driver’s side door.
“Call Pancho!” I handed her, her phone. She looked like she wanted to pass out.
“Yeah bitch, I read every text.”
I hawked up and spit in her face.
“You a snake ass hoe!”
She silently cried as she dialed his number. It kept going to voicemail.
“Keep calling!”
I walked to the door to peek inside. “Come here.”
I saw all my fucking dogs dead on the ground with a body laid in the middle of them. I walked towards the body to see if my dogs ate this nigga up. I bent down to see all this nigga’s brains on the floor.
“Who the fuck–.”
“OH NOOOOOOO! PANCHO! NO! NO! NO!”
Tutu came running into the garage damn near knocking me over. She fell to the ground pulling at the dead body.
“PANCHO! PLEASE GET UP!”
She was screaming so loud that I know God heard her. Had she not set me up, I would have felt bad for the bitch. I pulled out my gun and pointed it to the back of her head. “Bitch you don’t have to cry. You bout to go where this nigga went.”
“JR please… I know I fucked up, but please don’t kill me. You don’t have to fuck with me. I won’t say shit to nobody.”
I looked at this hoe as if she was crazy. “Bitch, I gotta answer to my crazy ass cousin who thought you wasn’t shit to begin with. How the fuck am I gonna explain $345,000.00 missing?”
I wanted to kill this bitch so bad, but truth be told, I was in love with this ol’ conniving ass bitch.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you.”
“Because I know who did this.”
RING! RING!
I snatched the phone from her hand and saw that Pancho’s number was on the screen.
“Who dis?”
The caller was real bold. “Fuck you and that snake ass nigga, Pancho!”
“Go shawty, it’s yo birthday, we gon party
like it’s yo birthday, and you know we don’t
give a fuck cuz it’s yo birthday!”
Chapter 10
JuJu
(One Week Later)
I thought having that money would make me feel better. We split it four ways. Each of us came off with $91,250.00 apiece. That lick couldn’t have come at a better tie because all our birthdays is this week. Turn Up!
After we hit the garage, we met up at Lil Mama’s crib. It took E and ReRe forever to get there and when they
“I’mma get him high. Make sure you get every dime! ”
I read the text he sent and it said, “I’ll call you when I kill ‘em.”
I grabbed my phone from my pants pocket. I had sixteen alerts from my security setup. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach when I played the video. What I saw changed every good bone I had in my body for this bitch. After seeing that video, I had murder on my mind and this bitch was the number one victim.
I walk over to where she was sleeping. “Wake up shawty. Come on, we gotta take a ride real quick.”
“What’s wrong, boo?”
“My alarm is going off at the spot.”
I watched her go into a state of panic. “What alarm?”
Then she hit me with, “Baby my pussy is on swole. You wore me out. Let’s go in the morning. It’s probably nothing.”
I wanted to shoot this hoe in her lying ass mouth. “Get the fuck up. Don’t make me ask you again.”
As she reluctantly got up and started dressing, I sat on the edge of the couch and watched her fidget. “What you looking all crazy for?”
“I’m just tired.”
Tired my ass, I thought. Ten minutes later, we were on the expressway.
“Why you so quiet?”
I looked at her and watched her bite her nails, something she did when she was nervous. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Damn Tutu, why?”
She looked at me with tears in her eyes, “I never meant to hurt you.”
WHACK!
I smacked her so hard that her head bounced off the window. I didn’t say another word as we got off on 87 th Street. When I finally pulled around the back of the house to where the garage was, I could see the door pulled halfway off.
“Bitch, get the fuck out!” I snatched that bitch out through the driver’s side door.
“Call Pancho!” I handed her, her phone. She looked like she wanted to pass out.
“Yeah bitch, I read every text.”
I hawked up and spit in her face.
“You a snake ass hoe!”
She silently cried as she dialed his number. It kept going to voicemail.
“Keep calling!”
I walked to the door to peek inside. “Come here.”
I saw all my fucking dogs dead on the ground with a body laid in the middle of them. I walked towards the body to see if my dogs ate this nigga up. I bent down to see all this nigga’s brains on the floor.
“Who the fuck–.”
“OH NOOOOOOO! PANCHO! NO! NO! NO!”
Tutu came running into the garage damn near knocking me over. She fell to the ground pulling at the dead body.
“PANCHO! PLEASE GET UP!”
She was screaming so loud that I know God heard her. Had she not set me up, I would have felt bad for the bitch. I pulled out my gun and pointed it to the back of her head. “Bitch you don’t have to cry. You bout to go where this nigga went.”
“JR please… I know I fucked up, but please don’t kill me. You don’t have to fuck with me. I won’t say shit to nobody.”
I looked at this hoe as if she was crazy. “Bitch, I gotta answer to my crazy ass cousin who thought you wasn’t shit to begin with. How the fuck am I gonna explain $345,000.00 missing?”
I wanted to kill this bitch so bad, but truth be told, I was in love with this ol’ conniving ass bitch.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t kill you.”
“Because I know who did this.”
RING! RING!
I snatched the phone from her hand and saw that Pancho’s number was on the screen.
“Who dis?”
The caller was real bold. “Fuck you and that snake ass nigga, Pancho!”
“Go shawty, it’s yo birthday, we gon party
like it’s yo birthday, and you know we don’t
give a fuck cuz it’s yo birthday!”
Chapter 10
JuJu
(One Week Later)
I thought having that money would make me feel better. We split it four ways. Each of us came off with $91,250.00 apiece. That lick couldn’t have come at a better tie because all our birthdays is this week. Turn Up!
After we hit the garage, we met up at Lil Mama’s crib. It took E and ReRe forever to get there and when they
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