window.
“You must be blind, deaf, and dumb. Obviously you didn’t hear my question. Don’t you see this gun pointed at your pretty face, and you’re dumb enough to play with me? Now, either you tell me where your boyfriend is, or I’m going to shoot you in the fucking head!” Rachael’s skinny eyebrows bunched up in anger.
Angelique folded her arms across her breast. “ I’m a single woman now you Ronald McDonald lookin’ bitch.”
Rachael responded to the smart remarks by firing off four quick shots at point blank range. She squeezed the trigger until the gun was empty. The silencer quieted the shots, but Angelique heard the loud clicks echo from the empty gun. The look on Rachael’s blushed out tan face was priceless. The last thing she expected was for the hot bullets to bounce off the window like cold hail in a thunder storm.
Angelique quickly unlocked the door and in one lightning fast motion she flung it open with all her power. The heavy door slammed into Rachael’ s mid-section sending her staggering back into her own automobile. The blow knocked her off balance and she dropped the gun as her back crashed into the side mirror. In a flash Angelique was up and out of the car as Rachael struggled to regain her balance. She braced herself against the body of the Bentley and stood up only to be greeted by a fierce left hook to her cheek bone. Angelique balled her right fist up and swung at Rachael’s head a second time, but her crafty opponent ducked the blow. The space between the two cars didn’t leave much room for maneuvering, so when Angelique missed her punch, Rachael seized the moment and snatched a fistful of long black hair. She yanked Angelique’s head down sharply in a blinding jerk causing her to stumble forward.
Rachael buried both her hands in Angelique’s full mane grabbing her hair by the roots. She slammed Angelique’s body into the car door of the Bentley. Rachael was feeling like she held the upper hand as her foe grunted in pain. The next move in her assault was to bring Angelique’s face into her knee. Rachael was just about to use the head she was holding like a soccer ball when she felt a sharp deep pain shoot through her lower abdomen. After the agony extended out to her ovaries, Rachael released Angelique’s thick strands and fell to her knees holding her sore vagina with both hands. Tears welled up in her blue eyes as a result of the immense agony she was experiencing. Her gutsy fighting spirit was now replaced by a breathless pant as she held her aching coochie.
Angelique stood erect again, ran her fingers through her tussled hair, and took a deep breath of her own.
“ I bet you didn’t see that shit comin’ did you? You jus’ got pussy punched bitch! That’s a lil’ somethin’ I picked up when I was in jail. That shit hurts like a muthafucka don’t it?” Angelique sniffed and licked her dry lips.
“Fuck you, ” Rachael gasped.
“Fuck you bitch.” Angelique walked back to the B enz taking time to kick the gun under the car. “By the way…my hair is real nigga.”
A few seconds later, Tyce’s luxury car sped out of the shadowy underground parking garage and into the bright sunlight. Angelique busted a quick right at the corner. The garage was blown for her, so she had to reposition herself on the next block. It didn’t matter that her ribcage was sore, or that her scalp was tender, she still had a job to do. She made a second right at the next corner, grabbed the phone out of her purse and dialed Sway’s number. Her finger pressed the speaker phone buttoned and she dropped the Galaxy in her lap as he picked up on the second ring.
“Wasup Angie? I’m almost there.”
“Hold up about 10 minutes. I jus’ got into a scrap with Rachael and I left her in the parking garage squatting next to her car.”
“What?! Are you serious?”
“Hell yeah I’m serious. Barbie tried to kill me when I was posted up next to her car
“You must be blind, deaf, and dumb. Obviously you didn’t hear my question. Don’t you see this gun pointed at your pretty face, and you’re dumb enough to play with me? Now, either you tell me where your boyfriend is, or I’m going to shoot you in the fucking head!” Rachael’s skinny eyebrows bunched up in anger.
Angelique folded her arms across her breast. “ I’m a single woman now you Ronald McDonald lookin’ bitch.”
Rachael responded to the smart remarks by firing off four quick shots at point blank range. She squeezed the trigger until the gun was empty. The silencer quieted the shots, but Angelique heard the loud clicks echo from the empty gun. The look on Rachael’s blushed out tan face was priceless. The last thing she expected was for the hot bullets to bounce off the window like cold hail in a thunder storm.
Angelique quickly unlocked the door and in one lightning fast motion she flung it open with all her power. The heavy door slammed into Rachael’ s mid-section sending her staggering back into her own automobile. The blow knocked her off balance and she dropped the gun as her back crashed into the side mirror. In a flash Angelique was up and out of the car as Rachael struggled to regain her balance. She braced herself against the body of the Bentley and stood up only to be greeted by a fierce left hook to her cheek bone. Angelique balled her right fist up and swung at Rachael’s head a second time, but her crafty opponent ducked the blow. The space between the two cars didn’t leave much room for maneuvering, so when Angelique missed her punch, Rachael seized the moment and snatched a fistful of long black hair. She yanked Angelique’s head down sharply in a blinding jerk causing her to stumble forward.
Rachael buried both her hands in Angelique’s full mane grabbing her hair by the roots. She slammed Angelique’s body into the car door of the Bentley. Rachael was feeling like she held the upper hand as her foe grunted in pain. The next move in her assault was to bring Angelique’s face into her knee. Rachael was just about to use the head she was holding like a soccer ball when she felt a sharp deep pain shoot through her lower abdomen. After the agony extended out to her ovaries, Rachael released Angelique’s thick strands and fell to her knees holding her sore vagina with both hands. Tears welled up in her blue eyes as a result of the immense agony she was experiencing. Her gutsy fighting spirit was now replaced by a breathless pant as she held her aching coochie.
Angelique stood erect again, ran her fingers through her tussled hair, and took a deep breath of her own.
“ I bet you didn’t see that shit comin’ did you? You jus’ got pussy punched bitch! That’s a lil’ somethin’ I picked up when I was in jail. That shit hurts like a muthafucka don’t it?” Angelique sniffed and licked her dry lips.
“Fuck you, ” Rachael gasped.
“Fuck you bitch.” Angelique walked back to the B enz taking time to kick the gun under the car. “By the way…my hair is real nigga.”
A few seconds later, Tyce’s luxury car sped out of the shadowy underground parking garage and into the bright sunlight. Angelique busted a quick right at the corner. The garage was blown for her, so she had to reposition herself on the next block. It didn’t matter that her ribcage was sore, or that her scalp was tender, she still had a job to do. She made a second right at the next corner, grabbed the phone out of her purse and dialed Sway’s number. Her finger pressed the speaker phone buttoned and she dropped the Galaxy in her lap as he picked up on the second ring.
“Wasup Angie? I’m almost there.”
“Hold up about 10 minutes. I jus’ got into a scrap with Rachael and I left her in the parking garage squatting next to her car.”
“What?! Are you serious?”
“Hell yeah I’m serious. Barbie tried to kill me when I was posted up next to her car
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