Crack Money With Cocaine Dreams 3 by Jahquel J

Author:Jahquel J. [J., Jahquel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Urban, Women's Fiction, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B011VGWQ4O
Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
Published: 2015-07-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

When I say No, It’s No

Grush sat up on the balcony of his house with his feet propped up on the banister. His mother had just flew in from South Carolina. He had both his women in the kitchen throwing down on some delicious food. He managed to still be supplied from his other connect without that bitch Messiah finding out. He didn’t understand how she came down to his territory and demanded shit. He only went along with it for the sake of his soldiers. Messiah was making it unbearable for them and he didn’t want to lose any more men. Her product was top notch but the price he was paying for it wasn’t. He sipped his Tang and looked at the morning paper.

“Those stairs will a kill a pregnant chick like me.” Messiah sighed, trying to catch her breath.

Grush eyes damn near popped out his head. What the fuck was Messiah doing in his home? He dropped the glass and paper on the floor. If Messiah was paying him a visit, it only meant one thing. He rushed down to the kitchen and his heart fell from his chest to the pits of his stomach. Bronx and Cyn were sitting at the kitchen table eating, while Jaylah was mixing Kool-Aid with his wife’s ring finger. Grush had seen some shit but this took the cake. He realized that these bitches were ruthless. His wife and his mother were on the floor shot execution style.

“Your mother can cook.” Bronx cackled as she bit into a piece of steak.

Grush eyes bugged out his tear filled face. The same girl sitting in his kitchen, was his side bitch for the past two months. He knew something was off with her but she was so gorgeous and had bomb pussy that he didn’t give it a second thought. He sat and had pillow talk with her just this morning.

“Want some kool aid, Grush?” Jaylah laughed and offered him a cup with his wife’s finger floating in it.

He felt himself about to be sick and before he could utter a word, vomit spilled out his mouth. Seeing his mother and wife laid out on the floor dead fucked with his mental. Messiah finally made it back down the stairs and took a seat next to Cyn.

“I warned you. People never believe me until their love ones are on the floor surrounded by blood. You wouldn’t have to deal with me if your men didn’t steal from me.” She poured herself some orange juice and looked at him.

Grush was now on the floor with tears in his eyes looking at his mother and wife. Messiah laughed as she watched what was supposed to be tough man on the floor weeping like a baby.

“I’m going to kill you bitch.” He growled and launched himself at Messiah. Before he was fully able to touch her. Two bullets pierced his brain and he fell to the floor.

“Always on time.” Messiah smiled, looking at Rasheed.

Rasheed and Ock walked further into the kitchen.

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