So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,52

I had the patience of a saint. I waited another half hour, and then I saw them pull up and get out of the niggas whip hugged up like lovebirds. They were so caught up into each other they didn’t even hear me creep up as they went inside the crib. Like the Boogie Man I appeared.

“I told you I was comin’ fa that ass, didn’t I?” I gritted.

Fatal jumped, and then reached for his waist. “Too late!” I mocked him and my burner coughed out lead.

Two shots hit him in the chest and slammed him up against the hallway wall. I aimed higher and squeezed the trigger. He slid down the wall sporting a gaping hole in his head.

Chunuchi was frozen still by fear. Dumb hoe should have run. I looked at her and smirked. “Your turn.”

“Blunt, please don’t. I’m your son’s mother.”

“Ask me if I care?” I pumped four shots into her without blinking an eye. Then I jetted away from there and went over to Luscious crib.

I couldn’t believe who I saw leaving as I pulled up.

Hard To Trust Anybody

Molaysia

Now, I was certain that it was over between me and Blunt. I was walking alongside Interstate 85 two miles away from the gym in heeled pumps. The hike was tortuous, and I was nowhere near my car.

Fresh tears poured down my face as I hugged my shoulders and wailed. A Caucasian man in his mid seventies pulled beside me in an old beat up red pickup truck. The majority of the paint had peeled, there were huge dents on the passenger side door, and rust spots covered the entire hood. The guy rolled his window down. “Hi Honey. How about I give you a ride?” He grinned with a picket fenced mouth.

I shot him a dirty look. “I’m fine. You can go on. I’ll be alright.”

“I don’t mind helping a pretty thing like you out, and I know that your feet must be killing you in those heels. Hop on in,” he insisted.

“Look, Mothafucka, now I have told you that I don’t need a fucking ride from you, so leave me the fuck alone.” I was close to losing it.

He tossed his hands up in the air. “I was only trying to help you,” he explained and pulled off.

I wasn’t trying to hear what he was talking about. My main concern was to get back to my car, and that would be a blessing. I would probably wake up the next morning with two swollen feet because my shoes weren’t made to walk long distances in, and my feet were aching. I decided that I had better pull myself together, at least until I made it back to my vehicle. I was terrified that the shooters might ride pass, recognize me, and finish me off.

I used my cell phone to call a taxi since I couldn’t think of anyone else to come and get me. I thought about calling Rocco, but I changed my mind. He would’ve had too many questions, and I didn’t want to answer any of them. I didn’t want him to know that my dumb ass had gotten in Blunt's ride, and his crazy ass had put me out. I wasn’t in the mood for explaining, so I stood on the side of the highway and waited for the taxi to arrive.

The scorching hot sun was baking me and sweat dripped from my forehead. The taxi arrived after a fifteen minute wait. The coolness from the inside of the car’s air conditioner felt so good to my hot body. I rested my head on the back of the seat, and all I could think of was how trifling Blunt was. I didn’t ever plan on seeing him again. As far as I was concerned, I didn’t care if he fell off the face of the earth. That psycho was history to me.

When the cab driver dropped me off at my car, I paid him and hopped in my ride and left. I was flying down the street like a mad woman. I was angry about what had gone on with me and Blunt. I upped my cell phone and dialed Rocco up to see what he had going on. He answered. In spite of everything the day had brought, we had a nice conversation.

“You want to come to my house for dinner?” I asked. I was tired and exhausted, yet I had to stop letting negativity ruin my life. Every time an obstacle