So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett Page 0,57

me!

I told her when we first met years ago that I’m the wrong nigga to test, but she wouldn’t take heed to my warning so now that ass is stinking. I wiped my eye and faked like I was wiping away tears.

I remained standing over her casket until her mother erupted from her seat in the front pew. “I want him out of here! He killed my daughter and I know he did it!” she screamed.

My head snapped around and my dry eyes met her wet ones. I grinned as if saying, Prove it!

The funeral director walked up and politely asked me to leave. “Out of respect for the family,” he added.

“Fuck all y’all fake mothafuckas! I ain’t got no respect for none of y’all, but I’ma bounce ‘cause I got places to be,” I responded.

At the door, on my way out the church, Cam, one of Chunuchi’s uncles, confronted me. “If I find out you did this, I’m comin’ for you,” he threatened.

“I’m not hard to find,” I let him know. He didn’t wanna see me! I was an equal opportunity killa. I banged on niggas, hoes, old women, and children too. I didn’t discriminate wit’ my burner.

When I got outside to the car, Luscious said, “You okay, Baby?”

“I’m good as long as I got you.” I smiled. Of course, I was blowing the bitch head up. If I didn’t need her to set up Polo, the bitch would have been in the casket right next to the punk hoe whose face I just looked down in.

I had started to smash Luscious the other night when I was done running dick up in her rectum, but I needed that grip I knew Polo was sitting on. I leaned over and kissed her lips. “Promise me you won’t ever turn on me, Baby,” I conned.

“Never, Daddy,” she vowed.

Shawdy just didn’t kno’ what I had planned for her ass.

I dropped her and Devin off at her crib. Devin had been silent all day, and I knew he was missing his mother. I knew he’d be okay though. He was a trooper.

I spent the rest of the day in the hood gettin’ high and tossing back hard liquor.

I was missing Mo’ like crazy. So I decided to go over to her house and beg her to give me one last chance. This time I was gon’ keep it real and not cheat on her. It took awhile but I had learned my lesson. I could give up all the other women, but I needed my boo. I’d get down on bended knee if that’s what it took.

As I was driving up, I thought I spotted the big homie, Rocco, leaving Mo’s house. Now I knew fo’ sho’ that she was fuckin’ him! Rocco wasn’t no lame so he was hittin’ the pussy. Just the thought of that hoe lettin’ a dude I fucks wit’ hit had my whole grill twisted. No matter what, a niggas homie was out of bounds. That showed that Mo’ was a hoe in disguise all along.

I would teach her what happens to hoes like her, I said to myself as I watched Rocco walk across the street and go inside the big house directly across from Mo’s. Hmmm! So that’s where he rest, huh?

The next night, I crept up behind Rocco as he entered his crib. I jabbed my heater in his spine.

“Step on inside, Homie,” I ordered him, simultaneously removing the strap that he kept on his waist. I pushed him inside and closed the door behind us. “Get on yo’ knees now, Nigga! Bow down to me,” I commanded.

Rocco knew I was trained to hurt somethin’, and he was in no position to buck so he got on his knees.

“Respect the code,” he tried to reason wit’ me. I wasn’t tryna hear it though.

“You ain’t respectin’ the code by fuckin’ my bitch,” I gritted and pumped a slug in his chest. He toppled over, then reached up and wrapped his arms around my knees and tried to tackle me to the knees.

I put the burner against his head and said, “Sometimes the price of pussy is yo’ life. Game over!” I squeezed the trigger and his head exploded all over my hoodie. If Mo’ still wanted him, maybe she could glue the pieces of his head back together.

A Fun Trip

Molaysia

In August of 2012 our family reunion was held in the country part of Memphis in my Uncle Lou’s huge backyard.

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