Not Reddy **** Chapter Nineteen

I hadn't knocked Sabrina off yet but I had almost killed two birds with one stone. He had almost blown her top off, the nigga fell at her feet with his arm in her lap, he tried to get up but his networking had suddenly shut down... as I knew it would. When she realized what had happened she screamed, I grabbed the bitch by her hair and put the piece in her mouth and told her to shut the fuck up before I peel her damn scalp back, she was the target anyways, but somehow there had been a change of plans.

Christy had entered inside right behind Orlando's thirsty ass, she had persuaded him to sit down, I glanced down the hall at the back of their heads she seemed calm, unlike me, my heart would soon explode. I faced Sabrina, did the zipper motion across my lips prepared to let loose on the nigga. As I started down the hallway Christy straddled the niggas lap and faced me. We made eye contact.

She whispered something in the niggas ear then he stuck his index finger between her titties and kissed her chest. We made eye contact again, this time too long. As I stood there in a big ass hoodie the nigga turned around, Christy flew across the floor as he quickly got up. I saw the nigga reach in his back, Christy saw him too. As he approached me he began to call his homie, "NIGGA WHAT THE FUCK! SCOTTY BRO WHO IS THIS BITCH ASS NIGGA...SCOTTY!"

He could see the nigga's leg across the floor, Sabrina was still tied in the chair. I knew I was in a fucked up situation and I was about to die, he pointed his tool directly at my face and began to look like a vicious pit bull. I had known Christy better think quick or we was about to meet our maker; and she did. The bitch had an aim that wouldn't wait. I screamed because I knew if she missed the nigga she would kill me. She fired and hit the nigga in his snapback hole, he took one step forward like a baby learning to walk. I panicked and waited for him to fall, at that moment I hadn't even known if she had hit him or not, it was highly unlikely. He still stood, but blood had begun to leak from the corners of his mouth, that was confirmation. I reached in my hoodie pocket and placed the barrel under that sucka nigga's chin and dared him to act like he wanted to live. He soon fell to one knee, I tipped him over. We needed to leave and quick, Christy was quick on her feet and by the door...she wiped her tool down and tossed it on the sofa, "hurry the fuck up," she said.

Sabrina.

Bitch. Fuck...Now what. I hated that hoe.

I had "Scotty's blood spatter across my face and shirt, I knew I couldn't be seen.

"Bitch where Twan, clothes at"? I asked, Christy needed a hat and a hoodie, she had come dressed like a million dollar hoe. I located her some clothes as she impatiently waited on me, nervously. I untied Sabrina. "Thank u she said. I still wanted to kill that bitch but she owed me and I had the perfect job for her since she liked "Daddies" the piper don't play for free. The bitch begged me not to leave her, I had to...she needed to come up with a fucking story, her home, her pistol, her dead niggas...she just better hope the bitch's tool was clean before then, if not she was going down.

When we made it outside it had begun to rain, I hadn't seen a soul. We looked like two niggas, if someone had seen us they would have assumed we were Scotty and Orlando.

Sabrina dialed 911 after we left, the nigga still had on his mask. It had solely been self defense when she finally broke free. I'd asked where the girls were she said she didn't know, they had been kidnapped. She had opened the door and two nigga's and a bitch stood there, the bitch had snatched the girls.

I knew Twan could not have heard about any of this, Christy could go on so nonchalantly like she wasn't even moved by the gruesome murders she had committed, I wondered if she even had a soul at times. Me on the other hand would throw up uncontrollably everytime I visualized the people whose lives I had ended...but hey, it was kill or be killed. Even the DA. I think I had known why Christy wanted to do the dirty work. My life had suddenly changed, no remnants of the old life remained. I wanted to visit Boogie's grave, I had found it online. I called Twan and told him I would be back the next day, we checked into a room. Sabrina's latest post had been made public 45 minutes prior, "WANT HE DO IT..." Yes bitch if u spell it right... Why had I even spared that trifling bitch I wondered but knew the answer...

She was the missing link.

We checked out of the Marriott and shopped all day, finally we drove toward Keithsville where my baby was buried, his small grave was not hard to find, many people had visited and delivered balloons, stuffed animals, and balls for everysport. The weather worn sympathy cards yet remained. I sat in the dirt and cried for 30 minutes, Christy didn't say a word. Finally I got up and walked toward the car, another car was driving down the dirt path that led to the cemetery, we could see its headlights. I quickened my pace and followed Christy to the car. As I reached to open the door someone yelled my name, "HAZELLLL! BABYYYYY!"

"REDD?"