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they really couldn’t tell since the BMW 325 had tinted windows. So when the GMBs made their move and broke into the house, they were surprised to see the man asleep in his recliner. He was startled awake when Kita accidentally knocked over a lamp.
    The man, too brave for his own good, made a lunge toward Jasmine and got rewarded with three slugs to the stomach from a weapon he never actually laid eyes on. His wife had forgotten her purse and pulled back into the driveway in time to see the GMBs flee through the backyard. She couldn’t see Roni’s and Kita’s faces but clearly made out Jasmine’s. Her husband died two days later and now Jasmine was on trial for first-degree murder. Her attorney recommended copping a plea to a lesser charge, but the GMBs had other ideas.
    Blunt smoke filled the cavity of the truck as Roni and Kita passed the get-high-stick back and forth. Roni looked at a picture of the mark again and shook her head.
    â€œDamn,” she said. “I can’t believe that we about to dirt a piece of ass this fine. I shuda asked Jasmine if I could rape this bitch first.”
    â€œRoni, don’t start that gay-ass shit,” Kita said. “You lucky I’m even lettin’ yo pussy-eatin’ ass hit this blunt.”
    Roni laughed as she checked the clip in her AR-15 assault rifle. She had been bisexual since her fifteenth birthday, when her drunken gay aunt snuck into her room that night and gave her a birthday present she would never forget. Roni was five feet seven inches tall and built like a brick shit house. She kept her hair in Chinese bangs and wore gray contact lenses. With the exception of a cut on her left shoulder, her cinnamon-colored complexion was scar-free.
    â€œBitch, please,” Roni said, snatching the blunt out of Kita’s hand. After taking one last hit, Roni focused her eyes on the door and waited for it to open.
    â€œYou need dick in yo life, bitch,” Kita teased, “to open up that tight-ass coochie.”
    Roni gave Kita the finger. Whereas Roni was bisexual, Kita wasall woman and was always down for the dick. On more than one occasion, she used her angelic face and perky breasts to woo a mark. With long, flowing, golden hair and butter-light skin, most men were pure putty in her hands when she decided to turn on the charm. Kita’s head snapped around when she noticed a slight grin fall across Roni’s face. Their mark had emerged from the building wearing a blue scarf wrapped around her head and large Gucci sunglasses covering her eyes.
    Roni slowly lowered the passenger-side window and pointed the weapon at the woman. Her finger twitched as she observed the woman walking toward her BMW. The woman looked annoyed and they understood why. Earlier that morning, after the woman had left to meet with the prosecutor, Kita had fixed her garage door so it wouldn’t open, making it necessary for her to park on the street. Deciding to change the plan at the last minute, Roni took the gun off of the woman and pointed it at her tires.
    â€œThe fuck you waitin’ on, bitch?” Kita asked. “Dirt that hoe!”
    Roni ignored her friend and waited for the woman to get inside her car. As soon as she did, Roni let off two quick shots that flattened the front and the back tires. Before the confused woman could even realize what was going on, Roni jumped out of the car and sprinted toward the car. The terrified woman stared down the barrel of Roni’s assault rifle. She never had a chance to scream for her life as Roni pumped round after round into the driver’s seat.
    Glass shattered and decorated the street as pedestrians ducked for cover, diving behind trees and cars in an attempt to get away from the insanity unfolding on the city street. After dumping about thirty rounds into the state’s star witness, Roni ran and jumped back in the stolen vehicle. She was barely inside before Kita peeled off, burning rubber down