CHAPTER 25
NATASHA
The ladies seemed to have moved the party to the sidewalk in front of the club, but the noise and laughter that filled the night air didn’t stop Natasha from noticing a vehicle approaching at a high rate of speed. She paused to see if the car would slow down. When it didn't, she eased her hand inside of her purse, feeling for her weapon.
“Tash,” she heard Victoria say from behind.
“I see ‘em,” Natasha confirmed.
Once the vehicle was maybe fifteen feet away, the passenger side window was lowered.
“Get down!” Natasha and Victoria screamed simultaneously, but the inebriated women were so loud, no one seemed to hear them.
“Everybody get down!” Natasha repeated, just before shoving Catarina to the ground.
“Get down! Get down! Get down!” Victoria shouted, shoving family members to the concrete.
Natasha snatched her 9mm out of her purse and pointed it at the moving car, but she couldn't get a clean shot. When she heard the first round of shots, she took cover in the doorway of the club. Over the screams, Natasha could hear the sound of tires as the car peeled from the scene.
She hurried from the doorway, taking a quick surveillance of the chaotic scene. Her family seemed to be distraught but physically okay. She ran for the Suburban that Lorenzo had left running. If the drive-by shooter thought for one minute that the battle was over, they were terribly mistaken.
Natasha climbed into the driver’s seat and shifted into drive, but before she could take off, the passenger door flew open. Victoria jumped in and slammed the door. Ignoring Tracy’s screams for them to stop, Natasha hit the gas and gunned it in the direction of the speeding vehicle.
Natasha tucked her weapon between her thighs as Victoria racked the slide of her 9, sending a round to the chamber. It didn't take long for them to catch up to older model Cutlass.
As she chased the vehicle, Natasha wondered when the mafia started using the old-school Cutlass to do a hit.
The driver took a hard right when they realized that they were being followed, but Natasha was on their ass.
“Come on, Tash. Get me up there, Tash!” Victoria shouted.
Thankful that it was so late and there wasn't much traffic, Natasha floored it, driving at a reckless speed. Nonetheless, they swerved left, coming up on the driver’s side of the Cutlass. Victoria pointed her weapon out of the window and fired on the driver. When someone from the Cutlass returned fire, Natasha flinched but kept her eyes on the road. She trusted Victoria to handle the shooter.
After a quick duck, Victoria began to fire again. On her third shot, the Cutlass swerved and veered of the road, clipped a high curb, and hit a pole. Natasha pulled behind the car, and she and Victoria climbed out of the Suburban. Weapons ready, they approached with caution.
They stopped at the rear of the car just as the driver’s side rear door flew open. Natasha was shocked to see that the man crawling from the vehicle was black.
This was no mafia hit.
When the man pointed his weapon, Natasha didn't have time to figure out the motive behind the drive by. She put two in him and quickly aimed at the car. There was no way to know how many people were in the car.
“The passenger is dead!’ Victoria yelled from the other side of the vehicle.
Natasha slowly approached the driver’s side and leaned to peek into the window. She was less shocked by the bullet wound on the side of the driver’s head than she was by who the driver was.
“Vic, come here! You gotta see this!”
Victoria walked around the car and looked inside the vehicle.
“Get the fuck out of here!” she gasped. “You gotta be kidding me.”
In their wildest dreams, they would never have guessed that the person behind the shooting would be, none other than, Katlin Greene.
