his hands as I got him talking more.
"Well, I guess we betta break out, so you can get this shit over wit," I said moving my head back, so the knife wouldn't be directly under my neck.
"I guess so." The nigga still had a firm grip on my hair, but for a brief moment he relaxed the hand that was holding the knife. I knew it was now or never. With quickness I bent down my head and bit as hard as I could into the flesh of his hand. The pain was so excruciating that he let go of the knife. I couldn't see where the knife fell, so with one hand I grabbed my purse with the steel side upward and bashed it over the dude's mouth. The skin above his lip opened and blood started squirting out from the gash. With the pain from his hand and now his face growing stronger, he let go of my hair to stop the blood. By this time, I reached inside the glove compartment to retrieve my gun.
"You bitch, I'ma kill you." The dude reached down to get his hammer.
"Not tonight, motherfucker," I said as I cocked my nine and sparked off two shots. One hit the side of his face the other went through his neck. Blood was everywhere. I looked around as I got out the car and walked to the driver's side. I opened the door and pushed the niggas body to the passenger side. Luckily he was an average-sized dude, so I was able to maneuver him. I then drove up to that same side street where he planned to tie me up. I had to focus. No way was I going to get the cops involved with this, but I had to get rid of this niggas body. From him scratching my face and pulling my hair, my DNA was all over his body. There was no way I could leave the dude on side of the road. Shit, I watched "CSI" they were no joke. He had to be disposed of permanently. But I would need the help of a man for a job of this magnitude.
At first I considered calling Nathan, but that was a no go. He seemed loyal but he was also legal. He wasn't no street nigga that knew how to dump bodies and shit like that. He would no doubt want me to notify the police, which wasn't even negotiable. I only knew of one person I could call who would know how to make this problem go away. I'd owe him, but my back was against the wall. I located my purse and got my cell phone. I slowly dialed his number, hoping that another person that could help would pop in my mind, but I knew there was no one else. "I need you."
Forty-five minutes later a silver Aston Martin pulled up behind me. I jumped out, actually relieved help had arrived.
"It must be killing you that you had to call me, huh?"
"Mike, ask me questions later. Right now we have to get rid of this body and my car."
"The car I saw on the side of the road, is it the dead man's?"
"Yes."
"All your paperwork and whatever else you need, take it out your car. After we leave, two of my men are coming to take the vehicles and dispose of the body."
"So what, we're leaving?"
"Of course, I have trained professionals that know how to handle this. Just go get your belongings. I'll meet you in my car." I hated turning to Mike for help, but he was the man I needed. I went through the car and trunk three times, making sure I didn't leave a thing. Before I left, I went through the dude's pockets and took his wallet. When I was alone I would go through it and find out his name and if anything led to Nico's location.
"OK, I'm ready." Hesitantly, I jumped into Mike's car.
After five minutes of driving, Mike finally broke the silence. "Are you ready to tell me what happened?"
"Not really, but I guess I do owe you an explanation."
"Without a doubt, especially since I'm the last person I thought you'd call to get out a jam. But then again this isn't no ordinary situation."
"No it's not. The long and the short of it, that dead nigga is B-Boy cousin. He followed me from the Heights, or maybe from before that. His slick ass probably fucked wit' my tire, too. Don't mind me, I'm just thinking out loud here. But anyway, when I pulled off the highway he slammed his car into me.
"Well, I guess we betta break out, so you can get this shit over wit," I said moving my head back, so the knife wouldn't be directly under my neck.
"I guess so." The nigga still had a firm grip on my hair, but for a brief moment he relaxed the hand that was holding the knife. I knew it was now or never. With quickness I bent down my head and bit as hard as I could into the flesh of his hand. The pain was so excruciating that he let go of the knife. I couldn't see where the knife fell, so with one hand I grabbed my purse with the steel side upward and bashed it over the dude's mouth. The skin above his lip opened and blood started squirting out from the gash. With the pain from his hand and now his face growing stronger, he let go of my hair to stop the blood. By this time, I reached inside the glove compartment to retrieve my gun.
"You bitch, I'ma kill you." The dude reached down to get his hammer.
"Not tonight, motherfucker," I said as I cocked my nine and sparked off two shots. One hit the side of his face the other went through his neck. Blood was everywhere. I looked around as I got out the car and walked to the driver's side. I opened the door and pushed the niggas body to the passenger side. Luckily he was an average-sized dude, so I was able to maneuver him. I then drove up to that same side street where he planned to tie me up. I had to focus. No way was I going to get the cops involved with this, but I had to get rid of this niggas body. From him scratching my face and pulling my hair, my DNA was all over his body. There was no way I could leave the dude on side of the road. Shit, I watched "CSI" they were no joke. He had to be disposed of permanently. But I would need the help of a man for a job of this magnitude.
At first I considered calling Nathan, but that was a no go. He seemed loyal but he was also legal. He wasn't no street nigga that knew how to dump bodies and shit like that. He would no doubt want me to notify the police, which wasn't even negotiable. I only knew of one person I could call who would know how to make this problem go away. I'd owe him, but my back was against the wall. I located my purse and got my cell phone. I slowly dialed his number, hoping that another person that could help would pop in my mind, but I knew there was no one else. "I need you."
Forty-five minutes later a silver Aston Martin pulled up behind me. I jumped out, actually relieved help had arrived.
"It must be killing you that you had to call me, huh?"
"Mike, ask me questions later. Right now we have to get rid of this body and my car."
"The car I saw on the side of the road, is it the dead man's?"
"Yes."
"All your paperwork and whatever else you need, take it out your car. After we leave, two of my men are coming to take the vehicles and dispose of the body."
"So what, we're leaving?"
"Of course, I have trained professionals that know how to handle this. Just go get your belongings. I'll meet you in my car." I hated turning to Mike for help, but he was the man I needed. I went through the car and trunk three times, making sure I didn't leave a thing. Before I left, I went through the dude's pockets and took his wallet. When I was alone I would go through it and find out his name and if anything led to Nico's location.
"OK, I'm ready." Hesitantly, I jumped into Mike's car.
After five minutes of driving, Mike finally broke the silence. "Are you ready to tell me what happened?"
"Not really, but I guess I do owe you an explanation."
"Without a doubt, especially since I'm the last person I thought you'd call to get out a jam. But then again this isn't no ordinary situation."
"No it's not. The long and the short of it, that dead nigga is B-Boy cousin. He followed me from the Heights, or maybe from before that. His slick ass probably fucked wit' my tire, too. Don't mind me, I'm just thinking out loud here. But anyway, when I pulled off the highway he slammed his car into me.
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