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“Damn nigga, this bitch gon’ buy the whole store?” Ty asked after realizing that we had been sitting in the Publix parking lot for over forty-five minutes.
“Man I don’t know, she need to hurry her ass up. I’m trying to be home before Tisha wake up because I don’t want to have to tell her ass shit,” I said, dead ass serious.
Ty started laughing, and that’s when Marshae walked out of the store, followed by another chick, pushing two shopping carts full of groceries. Too bad that they had to waste all that money, because they was about to die tonight. Lil mama that was with Marshae just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, because we didn’t need no witnesses, so her ass was going to die too. We watched them for the next ten minutes as they put all of the grocery in the car, and that’s when they took off. We were right behind them too.
We followed them for what seemed like a thirty-minute drive. Eventually, we were pulling up to a nice looking neighborhood for the most part, out in Miramar. We saw them park the car in a single home driveway, and we waited for them to get out. I told Ty to park the car a few houses down, and we got out and walked towards the house. They had already finished bringing in all of the groceries, so they were in the house now. I covered the peephole, and gently knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” I heard Marshae yell.
Her voice just made me that fuckin mad. I swear I wanted to just kick this mother fucka down, but I had to be patient. I didn’t answer her, so she asked again who it was. I heard someone’s hand go on the door, and I’m guessing she was trying to look through the peephole to see who it was, but my hand was covering it.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you better get the fuck off my property before I call the police,” she screamed.
She walked away from the door, and that’s when I knocked one more time. This time the friend came to the door and asked who it was. I removed my hand because I knew that the friend didn’t know who we were, so she wouldn’t have a problem with opening the door for us. She opened the door and had a big ass smile on her face.
“Marshae, it’s two fine ass niggas standing on the porch. Girl, why you didn’t let them in?” the friend asked, smiling from ear to ear. I looked at the bitch’s hands and feet, and she wasn’t even my damn type. I liked my women to have they shit down all the fuckin time, so she couldn’t have me even if I wasn’t already taken.
“Yeah Marshae, why you didn’t let us in?” I asked in a singsong voice with a smirk on my face, walking towards her.
The look on her face was fuckin priceless. All of a sudden, I looked down at her and I saw pee dripping down her leg. She started shaking, and I had that bitch right where the fuck I wanted her. I wanted her to get that feeling in her stomach when you knew that something bad was about to happened to you. I wanted her to be scared like she had just seen a ghost or some shit. I wanted that bitch to know that tonight would be her last night here on this damn Earth. She took off down the hall, and I was right on her ass.
“Naw bitch, don’t cry now. Were you crying when you were leaving threatening ass messages on my girl phone? Were you crying when you told my wife that you took our baby? Talk that thug shit you liked to talk when you call my girl from private!” I said, snatching her up by her throat and looking into the eyes of a frightened woman, the eyes of a woman that fucked around, and now I was about to fuck around and kill her ass.
“Ty watch that bitch out there! Don’t let her out of your sight!” I yelled from the back, because I didn’t want to risk that bitch getting away and going back to the police and snitching on us. I walked with Marshae to a bedroom located in the back of the room, and threw her stupid ass down on the bed. I locked the door behind me too.
“You know what Otis, fuck you and that bitch. I hate that hoe!” she screamed, finding her balls. I guess she figured she might as well talk her shit, because either way her ass was going to die. Marshae knew me, and she knew that when I came here it wouldn’t have been to make threats, but to send some head shots her way.
“Bitch, you don’t even fuckin know her, so what the fuck you mean you hate her?” I asked, laughing at her silly ass. She didn’t hate Tisha as a person; there’s a big difference. Instead, she hated Tisha for what she had, which was me. When it all came down to it, Marshae was doing all of this just to get with me. Don’t she know that if she would have killed Tisha that night that she had her tied down in her basement that I would have come back and killed her ass? Did she really think that I would live happily ever after with her or some shit? I swear, these new hoes got the game all fucked up.
“Fuck you Otis. That bitch came along in the picture and you just forgot about me. Like we never shared anything before,” she said.
“And what the fuck did we share? Marshae, let’s not act stupid here. You was never my girl! You were just a nut. Matter of fact, we never even shared that because I never even stuck my dick in your ass. You gave me head and that was it. You going crazy out here in these streets, trying to kill my girl, threatening my baby and the only thing I did was shot some semen on your face! Bitch, I swear your ass is crazy as fuck!” I snapped, because this bitch had really pissed me the fuck off.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, fuck you and that bastard ass baby. You lucky you caught me when you did because I planned on taking that baby tomorrow and killing her and your bitch. Tell your girl she stupid as fuck too for believing me when I called her and said that I had her baby that night, even though I could have taken her little pretty ass. Nigga I was right behind your ass that day while you were in Toys R Us. I could have easily taken that baby,” she laughed.
“Bitch, so why the fuck you didn’t do it? You know damn well if you had even tried to touch my baby, I would have killed your ass in the middle of that damn store in front of everybody, so don’t play stupid. You got anything else you want to say before I kill your ass?” I asked, getting annoyed with all of this back and forth shit.
“Yeah, tell your bitch I’m sorry about her loss,” she smirked, referring to when Tisha miscarried our baby.
I pulled out my gun and let off about 20 clips in this bitch’s body. That comment she left was enough to make my ass go insane. Watching my wife for weeks at a time struggle to get her sanity back after losing her baby did something to nigga, and for her to say that shit like it was a fuckin joke made my trigger finger go crazy. Thank God for silencers, because I’m pretty sure it would have sounded liked the fourth of July in this bitch had I not had it. Each shot meant something. This bitch jumped my girl, kidnapped her, threatened to kill my baby, and her dumb ass was the reason Tisha and I didn’t get married the first time.
“Rot in hell bitch,” I said before leaving the room. The sight in there was fuckin gruesome. Her damn head wasn’t even attached to her shoulders anymore. Wasn’t no waking up and coming back from this; this bitch was dead this time. She wasn’t any good! I walked to the front room, and that’s when I saw the friend sitting there crying her eyes out.
“Please don’t kill me, I promise I won’t say a thing, I promise,” she cried. Too bad I didn’t believe her. I knew women, and I knew that they asses stuck together like glue, so best believe if I were to let this bitch walk away from this scene alive, she would have a fuckin field day running to the police about how I murdered her friend. I walked over to her and looked into her tear strained face.
“Promises are meant to be broken baby girl,” I said.
POW! POW! POW! I let off three shots, killing her instantly.
I walked in the kitchen, found the oven, and put it on 450 degrees. They should start stankin in there in about 30 minutes. Tyrone and I left out, and boy was I happy that part of my life was fuckin over. I didn’t have to worry about this bitch trying to fuck with my girl or my damn kids any more. I was going to keep this shit a secret, but I wasn’t going to lie to Tisha about the shit either. If she ever got curious and wanted to know what happened, I was going to tell her, but I damn sure wasn’t going to just voluntarily give up the information either.
Chapter 20: Pat
“Come on Meek, just push one last time,” I coached her as we were in the delivery room trying to get Princess to come out. The sight before me was crazy, and I was trying to be a man about the situation, but boy did I want to cry my damn self. Meek ass was in there crying like somebody was killing her ass. I know they say that labor isn’t no joke, but damn.
“Meek come on, you got this,” Tisha said, coaching her as well and wiping the beads of sweat that were appearing on her forehead.
“Oh my God, this shit hurts so fuckin baaaaddd,” Tamika cried out. I was there the entire time, doing the breathing exercises along with her as well.
