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“Bitch-ass nigga,” I hiss through clenched teeth. I walk up on ’im, keepin’ my gun aimed at his head. “I don’t give’a fuck ’bout ya muthafuckin’ pain; I’ve been pained all my life. Now you eitha start yankin’ ya dick or get ya balls blown off. Now which is it gonna be, pain or pleasure?”
The nigga looks shook. And he’s definitely in pain. But I wanna see this nigga nut before I shut his lights. The nigga stalls. And it starts to piss me off. “Muthafucka, I ain’t gonna tell you again, you eitha bust ya nut, or get da nut bust outta ya.”
He takes his bloody hand and starts pullin’ at his dick. “Yo, ma, I thought you hated ya moms. Ya’ll was always beefin’ and shit.”
Before I know it, a bitch backhands this muthafucka wit’ the back of my gun. “Nigga, what da fuck that got ta do wit’ how you beat ’er ass? Or how you ran da bitch crazy? Get that dick hard, or I swear on e’erything I stand for, I will torture ya ass, slowly all muthafuckin’ night.”
The nigga has tears in his eyes. “Ma, please…can’t you see, I’m bleedin’ all over the place. Aaaaaah…this shit hurts.”
“Then let me add ta ya hurt,” I tell ’im, backin’ away from ’im. I walk ova to my bag, and pull out maskin’ tape. “Tonight, muhfucka, you gonna wish you neva laid eyes on my mother.” I tear off a large piece, then tell ’im to put it ova his mouth. He refuses ’til I cock my gun and prepare to shoot ’im in his otha knee. “The sooner you bust off, the sooner you can get to where you need to be.”
He keeps beggin’ and whimperin’ like a lil’ bitch and the shit’s gettin’ on my muthafuckin’ nerves. The pussy nigga has no shame.
Oh, how I wanna fuck! I pull up my skirt, show ’im my pussy. “You wanna smell this pussy, muhfucka? You wanna taste this pussy?” I place one foot up on the bed, stroke my clit, rubbin’ my gun along the front’a my pussy. “Look how wet shootin’ ya bum-ass got my pussy, nigga.” He shifts his eyes away from me. “Muthafucka, look at me ’fore I blow ya muthafuckin eyeballs out.”
He looks back at me. I tell ’im to look at my wet pussy. I pull open my lips. The nigga is cryin’ and sweatin’ and bleedin’ all ova the place. “Look at that wet, creamy pussy, bitch…you scared’a this pussy, nigga…”
I press harder on my clit, makin’ fast circles over it wit’ my two fingas. “Mmmm…you beat up and killed da wrong bitch, nigga… Uhhh…”
I got the muhfucka lookin’ at a bitch like she’s fuckin’ nuts. I help ease his mind. “Nigga, I ain’t crazy,” I say, dippin’ at the knees as my nut builds up inside’a me. “I’m muthafuckin’ dangerous, bitch-ass…uhhhh…and you…mmmm…you was a fool…aaaah…to think ya ass was gonna up ’n bounce…oooohhh…and not get got.”
“I knew ya ass wasn’t no good from da dip, snake-ass muhfucka. You shoulda got that dick hard for me…pussy-ass nigga…mmmm… dick can’t even get hard…uhhh…”
Therrrssp! I shoot ’im in the left shoulder. The muhfucka starts howlin’ and growlin’ like a wounded animal. He’s losin’ a lotta blood and startin’ to look pale in the face. A bitch is startin’ to feel pressed ’cause I don’t want the nigga passin’ out on me before I get my nut off. I speed jack my clit ’til I cum, then run my fingas in and outta my pussy. I pull ’em out and suck off my juice.
I stare at this nigga. “Yeah, nigga…don’t worry. You gonna die. I’ma take you outta ya misery.” I slip the gun back between my legs, rub it in between my pussy lips, then lick the silencer. “Shootin’ ya ass got my pussy so hot, nigga. You don’t know how bad I wanna fuck…oh, well. This party’s ova.”
I spin off, walkin’ back ova to my bag. I pull out a travel pack of mango wipes, then wipe between my legs. “You know, Juanita may not have been shit. And the bitch mighta been stupid when it came to bitch-ass niggas like you. But guess what? She was still my mother, and you had no muthafuckin’ right puttin’ ya hands on ’er. I don’t give’a fuck how fucked up she was.”
The nigga is groanin’ and shakin’ his head.
I walk back ova to the bed. “Lights out, muhfucka. Thanks for the nut.” I press the silencer to his temple and pull the trigger again—Therrrssp!—blowin’ a hole in his skull. “This is for killin’ my mother, bitch.”
Next I shoot ’im in his dick and balls. “And this one’s for da son you left motherless, you fuckin’ bastard!”
I walk into the bathroom, glancin’ at my reflection in the mirror. A bitch has tears runnin’ down ’er face. I swipe ’em wit’ my hand, pullin’ out my phone. I call Cash, tell ’im what’s what, then fix my face and wig piece. I put back on my glasses, then quietly ease myself on out the room, slidin’ outta the hotel. I hop in my rental and pull off, neva lookin’ back. I take a deep breath, ready to get back home, anxious to finally be free.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Still lookin’ for change…lookin’ for a new groove…tired of all da extras…bitch ready to make a move…ain’t tryna be locked down…ain’t tryna take no tests…sumthin’ gotta give…wanna start things fresh…face da future…butta bitch gotta life to live…step in my way…get a face full’a sutures…
“Yo, sexy ma, what’s good? It’s Tone.”
I smile. “Shit, nigga. Chillin’. Wassup on ya end?”
“Coolin’. You know how it is. Yo, you get them papers yet?”
Oh shit, there’s been so much shit goin’ on I ain’t even had time to go through any’a my mail, I think, walkin’ ova to the stack of mail sittin’ up on the kitchen aisle countertop. “You know what there’s been so much goin’ on since I got back here I haven’t even given them any thought. Hold on, let me go through my mail.” I start siftin’ through the pile ’til I come ’cross a letter from the State of California. “Oh shit. I gotta envelope right here from ’em,” I tell ’em, rippin’ it open.
“Well?”
“Hol’ on, hol’ on, let me get it open, first.” Ohmigaawd, my hands are shaken. I pull the letter outta the envelope, and slowly read it. I scream. “Aaaaaaaahhhhh, what nigga, what?! A bitch done passed the exam!”
“Yo, sexy, that’s wassup. That’s what it is, for real—for real. What you gettin’ into tonight, we gotta go out ’n celebrate.”
“True-true. And you know this. Wait. Where you at?”
“Oh, damn, my bad. I’m in Jersey, ma. That’s why I was callin’ you for in the first place. I wanted to link up wit’ you before I bounced. But now we definitely gotta get it in tonight, feel me?”
