“Fuck you keep callin’ my name fo’?”
Her face didn’t indicate that she was as scared as she should have been. Her nigga had a hole in him, and I had a gun that could blow her ass in half.
“I… I’m just trying to make sure that’s you. Your dreads gone.” She placed her hand on her hip. Her pussy was bald andglistening, the juices from that mediocre-ass fucking they'd just been doing on the parts of the lips that were visible.
Then, I remembered why I had to cut my dreadlocks to begin with. When I beat Stella’s ass, the only thing she could do was pull my fucking hair. Thanks to the bitch-ass Italian nuts I’d come from, my locs were a finer texture at the root, making them more fragile. In the center of my locs, there were about fifteen dreads missing from her yanking them shits out, so I cut all of them motherfuckers off. It had taken me years to grow them shits out, and I remember sitting in jail being pissed about cutting them before I was ready.
My face was contorted in the meanest mug that I could muster. The shit had my face hurting with how tight my facial muscles were. I was looking at the bitch that turned my life upside down, and I felt nothing but pure hate for this hoe.
“How the fuck you got two titties now, Stella?”
“Tunan, when you get out?—”
“Bitch! I said, when you get another titty? Last I checked, cancer ate dat shit off the bone!”
Stella jumped, her perfect porn star titties not moving at all. The way her deep brown skin was stretched over them had them looking so fucking swollen. They were too damn big not to have any type of bounce. As a matter of fact, everything looked swollen, including her cheeks and lips.
I diverted my eyes back to her pussy and let them roam to her hips.
“Turn ’round.”
“Tune—”
“Turn yo’ stupid ass ’round!”
Stella jumped again, along with her rat in my lap, but she stayed planted.
Slowly, she turned her body in a three sixty. Her ass was as big as the fucking sun, and although Stella was naturally thick,the thighs didn’t match the ass, no matter how perfectly round that bitch looked.
“Baby, you know this nigga?” her nigga groaned against the dresser.
Had it not been for the aroma of metallic and iron, I would have forgotten his ass was there. After all, he was irrelevant.
“Get dis nigga a sheet!”
Stella jerked at my tone again, and unlike her titties, the ass moved. Leaning forward, she snatched the hot pink sheet from the bed, gathered it, and threw it into his lap. I spotted white stains on it and shook my head.
Nasty muthafuckas.
“Baby—”
“Ronnie, shut up!” Stella snapped, and it was then that I noticed her fucking chompers.
I motioned the gun from her body to her face. Her hands shot up, long-ass pink nails that looked unsanitary as fuck. The apartment was clean, but that ass couldn’t have been. There was no way she could get in the cracks and crevices of her siliconed ass with all those jewels and shit hanging from the three-inch nails.
“Tunan… Just…” Her voice trembled as she forced her eyes closed. When she opened them, a lone tear hit her cheek. “Just let him go. Don’t kill, Ronnie.”
“Fuck you and dat irrelevant-ass nigga!” I spat.
“W-well… Why you shoot him?”
“For lyin’! The pussy ain’t good… Average at fuckin’ best.”
Stella dropped her hands, and the fake-ass tears instantly stopped. “But you shol’ didn’t have a problem eatin’ it.”
“You think yo’ stank-ass pussy the only one I ate? Hoe, you ain’t special. “
“Tunan, you need to leave.”
