Even Sinners Still Have Souls by Karen Williams

Author:Karen Williams [Williams, Karen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: noire, en joy, wifey, brandi johnson, in my girls i trust, karen williams, thug in me, nikki turner, kiki swinson, Anthologies (Multiple Authors), spoiled rotten, Drama, iniko, harlem on lock, new day divas, baby momma, African American, murder mama, Christian Fiction, wifey extraordinaire, gspot, gspot 2, inspirational
ISBN: 9781611569155
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Publisher: BookBrewer
Published: 2011-07-13T10:44:55+00:00

Chapter Five

Kemo crawled back a few feet from his attackers and then lifted up his t-shirt and yanked out his gun. He flipped the safety off, pointed, and pulled back on the trigger with more force than was needed. Two bullets struck the driver. The first entered his thigh because Kemo was shooting from the ground. When Kemo raised the gun higher, the second bullet pierced his upper right shoulder.

All the self training Kemo had given himself at the shooting range was of no use at that moment. Kemo was unwillingly aiming blindly at his targets. Everything was happening too fast for him to take the time to slow down, focus, and aim properly. The driver of the Caprice limped quickly back to his car while holding his bleeding shoulder as Kemo continued to shoot at his buddies. The guy who had struck Jasmine ducked and ran for cover. Every bullet after the first two missed their targets.

Once back inside his car, the driver franticly turned the car on and moved the gear to drive. The first passenger to reach the back door yanked it open and threw himself inside, as did the others. They all piled up on top of one another in the back seat of the Caprice. Kemo’s tiny torpedoes blew out the back window of the Caprice. Kemo’s gun soon ran out of rounds.

He swiftly moved his hand to his holster and pulled out the extra clip that was located on the side of the holster. He pressed the release button on the 357 and the empty clip dropped to the ground. He reloaded and quickly aimed at the Caprice in case the guy with the gun tried to fire at him. The car then sped away erratically down the same street just as the car that had caused the entire mayhem to begin with had done. Kemo figured that the guy with the gun was one of those individuals who carried a gun, but didn’t have the guts to use it. Kemo imagined his friends were yelling at him at that moment, “Why didn’t you shoot?”

Kemo wanted to relax, take some deep breaths and collect his thoughts after seeing the car flee, but he quickly thought of Jasmine. He snapped his head to the right and saw that she was already looking at him with a bloody nose and a look of astonishment. Kemo rose up off the ground, picked up his empty clip, and walked up to Jasmine. He lifted her up, and then they both got in their car and drove home... hurt, but alive.

For weeks Kemo wondered if the police knew what happened. Did the driver go to the hospital and tell the police everything? Or did the police arrive at the scene that night and discover the shells on the ground? Would it be traced back to him? Kemo would eventually get his answer.

For the first couple of months after the incident, Kemo didn’t carry his gun. After more time passed, though, he started carrying it with him again.

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