“Get out my head! I’ma do what you said, nigga!” I jumped from my seat and punched the mirror so hard it shattered.
“Fuck!” I shouted as I watched blood leak from my knuckles.
I wrapped my shit in a towel and finally was able to finish counting. I owed him a million from the loan and forty bands from drug money. I stuffed it in a duffle bag and set it to the side. I needed to handle Sparkle first. The drugs I was on eased the pain in my hand, but it wouldn’t stop the bleeding. I found a first aid kit and used liquid stitches, then wrapped it in gauze.
By the time I got myself together, it was past one in the morning. I knew Sparkle would be home alone. I was going to put her back on my team since I didn’t have Yummi anymore, but now that was out the window. I should’ve known she wasgoing to turn on me, just like she felt the same about me. She did more than turn on me. She set me up.
I left the house and hopped in my blacked-out AMG AL 63 Roadster BMW. It was a sleek two-seater that I used as my low-key car. I hopped in, set my gun bag on the passenger seat, and then lit my blunt.
When I started my car, Raekwon’sNorth Starstarted playing. It was the perfect song for my mood. I drove out the Silver Coast Heights and headed toward Southwave, where she lived. It took me ten minutes to get there, and my adrenaline was high.
I parked around the corner from her apartment complex, grabbed my gun bag, and walked. I had the keys to get into the building and inside her house, so she was going to be surprised to see me. I put my balaclava mask on before I got to the entrance of the building so I wouldn’t be seen on the camera. I pulled out my key card and let myself in.
Thankfully, the lobby was empty, so I made my way on the elevator and to the third floor. I made it to her door and opened it. When I did, I heard music coming from her bedroom, and the scent of cherry house spray and weed was in the air. As I got closer, I heard the shower running and her singing love songs.
I took my gun out of my bag and made my way to her room. She had a master bathroom in her room, so I took off my clothes and walked in naked, holding my shotgun. She was so occupied with her shower that she had no idea I was in there. I snatched her Black Love shower curtain back, and she damn near fell in the tub when she saw me.
“Nigga, what the fuck you doin’? Why the fuck you creeping up on me like that!” she shouted, but I saw the frightened look on her face.
I grabbed her by the hair with my free hand, almost bringing her to her knees.
“Bitch, you thought that opp shit you did wasn’t going to get back to me?” I gritted through clenched teeth as I stepped into the shower with her.
“What are you talking about?” she stuttered and then looked down at my big ass gun I’d brought in the shower with me.
“You know what the fuck I’m talking about, you slut-ass, grimy-ass bitch! It was you who got me robbed! You got me hit for fifty grand. That’s all our relationship was worth? I thought you loved me?” I glared into her eyes, and I was sure she saw fire because I was in rare form.
“I did love you, but you did me dirty, Hurricane! You never loved me and only used me!”
“Get on your fuckin’ knees the way I like, stupid bitch.” I forced her to the floor.
“Hurricane, please! I’m sorry!” she screeched.
“Confess what you did to me, Sparkle.” I lifted her chin aggressively.
“I’m sorry, Hurricane. I had to set you up. I needed the money because you weren’t giving me any! You gave everything to that bitch, Yummi, and she left you for your friend!”
“Don’t ever say Yummi’s name. I don’t give a fuck what she did, you will never have a place in my life like she had!” I punched her in the mouth so hard, she was spitting blood and teeth. She cried in agony.
“Put your head up, bitch, and open your mouth. This why I never stuck my dick in you. You ain’t shit but a fuckin’ toilet, hoe. You’re useless, and ain’t no nigga gon’ treat you good because you ain’t shit.” Before she knew it, I urinated all over her face. “Open your mouth, bitch!” I held up her chin again, and she opened her mouth.
I pissed on the bitch so much she almost drowned.
“That’s right, you were always a good nasty lil’ bitch for me. I was gon’ bring you back, too, but you fucked up with me, hoe. Now you gotta die.”
I let my dick go and then held my gun to her head. The look on her face was priceless when I pulled the trigger. Her body flew back into the shower wall, and her head exploded like a watermelon. Blood splattered all over me, and thankfully, I was already in the shower. I suddenly felt overwhelmed, and Coast was back.
“Now, kill yourself and lay with that bitch! Or Confess!”
“I am going to confess, pussy!”
I washed all the blood off me like Sparkle wasn’t sitting behind me with her head blown off. I got out, put my clothes back on, and headed out with my bag. I was tired of Coast bothering me, so I drove to the graveyard to visit him and do what he wanted. I wasn’t confronting Mula anymore, but I was going to give him free rein to find me after what I was going to tell him.
I pulled in the dark cemetery and got out with my liquor, a pen, and a piece of paper. I found Coast’s grave easily and sat in front of the fresh flowers someone had laid on his tombstone. I glanced at it and fixated my eyes on the engraved picture of him with his kids on his tomb. I sighed as I sat in front of his grave and wrote Mula a letter confessing my sins…
CHEMISTRY
I was occupiedin bed with Yummi, still in our penthouse suite in Vegas. We were in the spooning position, and I was stroking her slowly under the sheets. Her pussy was gushy, and she was moaning breathlessly. She was half-asleep from ournight on the strip. We wanted to feel each other, so I was waking her up with early morning dick.
