roads to get to the estate. I reasoned it was better to get off and stop at a gas station to have my tires checked. I got off at the first exit that had a gas station. The sign indicated it was two miles away but because I was being cautious and driving slowly it seemed like twenty miles.
"What the fuck!" I screamed when out the blue, a car smashed me from behind. I was so busy looking at the signs that I hadn't noticed a car was even behind me. For the first time I was regretting that I had even allowed myself to drive today. Nathan begged me to use the driver, but being the independent bitch that I am, I wanted to drive myself. Now here I was in the middle of a dark-ass road with a fucked up tire and some silly fuck who just hit the back of my car.
I saw a man step out his car but because it was now dark and there were no street lights, I couldn't get a clear view of his face. I started to reach for the glove compartment to get my gun, because the situation was feeling all wrong to me. But it was too late. When our eyes locked, I realized it was the same dude that bumped into me at the Dominican restaurant. He gave me the most sinister grin as he used a hammer to bust open my window. I turned my body toward the passenger seat as the glass shattered.
"Bitch, where you think yo' ass goin'?" he said, grabbing my hair. He held my hair in a firm grip as he pushed my entire body to the passenger side and he sat in the driver's seat. He slammed the door and tossed down the hammer and pulled out a huge sharp knife.
"What the fuck, you tryna rob me. You followed me all the way from the Heights for some money? If that's what you after, I'll get you money, but you need to put that fuckin' knife away.
"Bitch, you about to die, and still poppin' all that shit."
"Die, what the fuck you wanna kill me for? I don't even know you." My mind was spinning wondering if this was some beef haunting me from the past.
"Yeah, but you knew my cousins."
"Yo' cousins, who the fuck is yo' cousins?"
"You don't remember when you shot B-Boy and his brother? Them my cousins. You a trife bitch. First you try to take down Nico, and then you kill my people."
"I don't know what the fuck you talkin' `bout, you got the wrong bitch." At this moment all I was trying to do was buy time. The nigga had a knife to my neck, but I had my girl in the glove compartment. I had been in enough jams to know that it's the one who moves the fastest that lives the longest. Right now he had the upper hand.
"Don't try that slick shit wit' me. I know who the fuck you is. But yo' death ain't gonna be quick like theirs. Nah, no guns, baby girl, I got this knife so I can slice you up real nice. Pretty soon you'll be able to join your dead husband in hell. But before that, I'm gonna enjoy torturing you. You see that road off to the side? We're going to park the car over there so people can't see us from this here street."
"Then what?" I questioned, keeping him running off at the mouth as I plotted my next move.
"I'm going to tie you up and toss yo' ass in the trunk of my car. Take you to a special place where I can fuck you up and no one can hear your screams." I knew I had to act fast. Once my hands were tied up it was a wrap. On the floor under me, I eyed my alligator purse with the steel clasp sitting on top of my bag of food. It was a long shot, but if I was going to die, I would go out fighting. The only advantage I had was that he believed I was unarmed and he was the only one with access to a weapon. Because of that he would be a little bit more lax.
"That's fucked up. So your plan is to torture and then kill me. I never intended on killing your cousins. The whole situation just got out of hand. I'm sure we can work this out." I was keeping the conversation flowing as my mind was preparing for the great escape.
"You being awfully calm for a bitch that's about to get it, but we wasting time here sitting and talking `bout this shit." The dude was becoming animated with
"What the fuck!" I screamed when out the blue, a car smashed me from behind. I was so busy looking at the signs that I hadn't noticed a car was even behind me. For the first time I was regretting that I had even allowed myself to drive today. Nathan begged me to use the driver, but being the independent bitch that I am, I wanted to drive myself. Now here I was in the middle of a dark-ass road with a fucked up tire and some silly fuck who just hit the back of my car.
I saw a man step out his car but because it was now dark and there were no street lights, I couldn't get a clear view of his face. I started to reach for the glove compartment to get my gun, because the situation was feeling all wrong to me. But it was too late. When our eyes locked, I realized it was the same dude that bumped into me at the Dominican restaurant. He gave me the most sinister grin as he used a hammer to bust open my window. I turned my body toward the passenger seat as the glass shattered.
"Bitch, where you think yo' ass goin'?" he said, grabbing my hair. He held my hair in a firm grip as he pushed my entire body to the passenger side and he sat in the driver's seat. He slammed the door and tossed down the hammer and pulled out a huge sharp knife.
"What the fuck, you tryna rob me. You followed me all the way from the Heights for some money? If that's what you after, I'll get you money, but you need to put that fuckin' knife away.
"Bitch, you about to die, and still poppin' all that shit."
"Die, what the fuck you wanna kill me for? I don't even know you." My mind was spinning wondering if this was some beef haunting me from the past.
"Yeah, but you knew my cousins."
"Yo' cousins, who the fuck is yo' cousins?"
"You don't remember when you shot B-Boy and his brother? Them my cousins. You a trife bitch. First you try to take down Nico, and then you kill my people."
"I don't know what the fuck you talkin' `bout, you got the wrong bitch." At this moment all I was trying to do was buy time. The nigga had a knife to my neck, but I had my girl in the glove compartment. I had been in enough jams to know that it's the one who moves the fastest that lives the longest. Right now he had the upper hand.
"Don't try that slick shit wit' me. I know who the fuck you is. But yo' death ain't gonna be quick like theirs. Nah, no guns, baby girl, I got this knife so I can slice you up real nice. Pretty soon you'll be able to join your dead husband in hell. But before that, I'm gonna enjoy torturing you. You see that road off to the side? We're going to park the car over there so people can't see us from this here street."
"Then what?" I questioned, keeping him running off at the mouth as I plotted my next move.
"I'm going to tie you up and toss yo' ass in the trunk of my car. Take you to a special place where I can fuck you up and no one can hear your screams." I knew I had to act fast. Once my hands were tied up it was a wrap. On the floor under me, I eyed my alligator purse with the steel clasp sitting on top of my bag of food. It was a long shot, but if I was going to die, I would go out fighting. The only advantage I had was that he believed I was unarmed and he was the only one with access to a weapon. Because of that he would be a little bit more lax.
"That's fucked up. So your plan is to torture and then kill me. I never intended on killing your cousins. The whole situation just got out of hand. I'm sure we can work this out." I was keeping the conversation flowing as my mind was preparing for the great escape.
"You being awfully calm for a bitch that's about to get it, but we wasting time here sitting and talking `bout this shit." The dude was becoming animated with
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