from the glass she saw the love of her life enter the room holding a plate of hot wings. Dallas remembered how she and Tyce used to eat late night snacks all the time. When those images flashed across her mind her fists balled up and her teeth clinched.
Her body remained frozen in the dark, unable to move away. All she wanted to do was be on the other side of that window. She belonged on the other side ofthat window. For several minutes she stared at the couple enviously before making her way to the front of the house. She walked across the long driveway pausing when she got to the front of the Jaguar. Taking out her keys, she nonchalantly strolled along side the luxury vehicle putting a deep scratch in the paint that equaled the length of the car. She stopped and looked back at the door panels to admire her work of vandalism. A satisfied smile spread across her lips as she moved her attention from the wavy scratch to the shiny bumper.
Ten minutes later she was back in her car rolling down the city streets singing along with the stereo. She snatched her purse from the passenger seat and searched for one of three coconut flavored vodka shooters that were stashed inside. The mini bottle finally emerged from all the other stuff inside and Dallas used her knee to steer the car as she opened the tiny cap and downed the shot quickly.
Tupac provided the soundtrack for the night as Dallas rapped right along with his baritone voice laced with rage blaring from her high powered speakers.
“ I aint a killa but don’t push me, revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin’ pussy !”
Where The Money At?
Sway pulled up in front of Tyce’s house with Ranae and the kids. Ameenah and Malik quickly hopped out the truck and ran toward the front door yelling at each other playfully.
“I’ll ring the door bell!” Ameenah ran up the steps.
“Nooooo! I wanna do it!” Malik countered trailing behind her.
“How ‘bout you both push it at the same time!” Sway yelled as he got out the driver’s side.
Ranae held on to a huge shopping bag as she and Sway made their way up to the porch. Before they stopped by Ranae insisted on picking up a few things for the baby. Two hundred dollars and two hours later they were finally here.
“Ok you two rug rats, both of you can ring the bell together. There’s no need to fight about it.” Ranae instructed.
Before the overly excited children got the chance to push the button Tyce opened the door to greet his extended family.
“UNCLE TYCE!!” Ameenah and Malik hugged each of his legs.
“Hey you two. What’s goin’ on!” He reached down rubbing their backs. “Ya’ll
‘bout to knock me down.”
Ameenah looked up. “Uncle Tyce can I have 20 dollars?”
“Me too!” Malik chimed in.
“Dang. I remember when children asked for a dollar and now it’s 20!” Tyce shook his head.
He dug his hand into the pocket of his red cargo style shorts, pulling out a thick wad of money with a rubber band around it. He shuffled thru the top layer of hundreds before landing on two twenties.
“Ya’ll gonna break me.” He joked.
“What do you say kids?” Ranae eyed each of them.
The lil ones both sang out, “THANK YOUUU.”
After the brief shakedown everyone made their way into the living room to chop it up. Angelique was in her usual spot laying on the twin bed holding Khari.
“Hey girl!” Ranae sashayed over to her. “Now you know you gotta play pass the baby so give her to me.”
“Hey Ranae. I thought you said you were gonna be here two hours ago. What happened?”
“Girl you know I couldn’t come empty handed, I had to get my lil munchkin some presents!”
Angelique looked at the shopping bag, “I see. Thank you soooo much Ranae.”
“Girl you’re welcome, you aint seen nuthin’ yet. I’ma spoil this lil one. Let me hold her.”
Ranae put the shopping bag on the floor next to the bed and leaned over lifting the baby into her
Her body remained frozen in the dark, unable to move away. All she wanted to do was be on the other side of that window. She belonged on the other side ofthat window. For several minutes she stared at the couple enviously before making her way to the front of the house. She walked across the long driveway pausing when she got to the front of the Jaguar. Taking out her keys, she nonchalantly strolled along side the luxury vehicle putting a deep scratch in the paint that equaled the length of the car. She stopped and looked back at the door panels to admire her work of vandalism. A satisfied smile spread across her lips as she moved her attention from the wavy scratch to the shiny bumper.
Ten minutes later she was back in her car rolling down the city streets singing along with the stereo. She snatched her purse from the passenger seat and searched for one of three coconut flavored vodka shooters that were stashed inside. The mini bottle finally emerged from all the other stuff inside and Dallas used her knee to steer the car as she opened the tiny cap and downed the shot quickly.
Tupac provided the soundtrack for the night as Dallas rapped right along with his baritone voice laced with rage blaring from her high powered speakers.
“ I aint a killa but don’t push me, revenge is like the sweetest joy next to gettin’ pussy !”
Where The Money At?
Sway pulled up in front of Tyce’s house with Ranae and the kids. Ameenah and Malik quickly hopped out the truck and ran toward the front door yelling at each other playfully.
“I’ll ring the door bell!” Ameenah ran up the steps.
“Nooooo! I wanna do it!” Malik countered trailing behind her.
“How ‘bout you both push it at the same time!” Sway yelled as he got out the driver’s side.
Ranae held on to a huge shopping bag as she and Sway made their way up to the porch. Before they stopped by Ranae insisted on picking up a few things for the baby. Two hundred dollars and two hours later they were finally here.
“Ok you two rug rats, both of you can ring the bell together. There’s no need to fight about it.” Ranae instructed.
Before the overly excited children got the chance to push the button Tyce opened the door to greet his extended family.
“UNCLE TYCE!!” Ameenah and Malik hugged each of his legs.
“Hey you two. What’s goin’ on!” He reached down rubbing their backs. “Ya’ll
‘bout to knock me down.”
Ameenah looked up. “Uncle Tyce can I have 20 dollars?”
“Me too!” Malik chimed in.
“Dang. I remember when children asked for a dollar and now it’s 20!” Tyce shook his head.
He dug his hand into the pocket of his red cargo style shorts, pulling out a thick wad of money with a rubber band around it. He shuffled thru the top layer of hundreds before landing on two twenties.
“Ya’ll gonna break me.” He joked.
“What do you say kids?” Ranae eyed each of them.
The lil ones both sang out, “THANK YOUUU.”
After the brief shakedown everyone made their way into the living room to chop it up. Angelique was in her usual spot laying on the twin bed holding Khari.
“Hey girl!” Ranae sashayed over to her. “Now you know you gotta play pass the baby so give her to me.”
“Hey Ranae. I thought you said you were gonna be here two hours ago. What happened?”
“Girl you know I couldn’t come empty handed, I had to get my lil munchkin some presents!”
Angelique looked at the shopping bag, “I see. Thank you soooo much Ranae.”
“Girl you’re welcome, you aint seen nuthin’ yet. I’ma spoil this lil one. Let me hold her.”
Ranae put the shopping bag on the floor next to the bed and leaned over lifting the baby into her
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