From Sugar to Shit by Mr 777

Author:Mr 777 [777]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781500614942
Amazon: 1500614947
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2014-08-02T04:00:00+00:00

DJ was sitting in the car talking to Carla; well, not talking, rather getting some head, when Daz called him on his cell.

“Yea,”

“Wifey on her way as we speak,”

“Good lookin' fam'o.”

Carla never missed a beat as he took his call, and the shit was feeling so good, too good for him to make her stop before he busted one.

“Fuck girl, I love how you suck ma dick fo real, but my girl on the way so we gotta chill until I can make it out your way.”

He knew she heard him but she didn't stop, only went harder, making him hold on to the dashboard.

“Oooue shit, don't stop yet though, I'm about to bust girl...damn Carla, suck this dick.”

DJ started fucking her mouth as she put in work, and just soon as he busted his nut deep off in the back of her throat, glass flew everywhere, hitting him all in the face. Didi had hit the window with a crowbar and was coming for them next. DJ's face was cut and bleeding from the glass, and he saw Carla had glass all in her hair.

“Didi, chill baby, chill damn!”

“Chill nigga, ain't no chilling, get the fuck outta this bitch car; and bitch, yo trick ass might as well get out too, cause I'm beating your dirty ass tonight!”

“Dirty, bitch please, you’re the little dirty, smelling bad bitch DJ saving out here; and now you really think yo ass the shit.”

“Bitch, I been wanting this for years, come on out here and see what you can do with my little ass, bitch!” Didi was on ten and ready to kill something. DJ jumped out while he could, tell Carmen to get her girl, but not going anywhere near her ass.

“Nah, bra, this one I'm staying outta of cause you wrong.”

BOOM!

Glass flew all in Carla face as she pulled off, trying to get away from Didi and her crowbar. After she put enough space in between them she stopped, opening the back of her SUV, and got out, grabbing her own crowbar.

“Bitch, you got me fucked up if you thought I was letting this ride,” Carla said, walking Didi way. Didi was chasing DJ, trying to bust his shit, until she heard Carla.

“Ay, both of y'all need to chill before somebody get hurt now, shit,” said DJ.

“Oh, so bitch, you think this is a crowbar fight, huh?”

Didi ran back to her SUV and grabbed her 9mm outta her handbag.

“Run, Carla, run,” DJ yelled, as he took off running himself, knowing Didi had snapped, and would shoot either one of them.

“I wish you would bitch!”

POP POP POP POP!

Carla dropped her crowbar and took off running fast as she could, she could hear bullets pass by her head, they were so close.

“Oh Lord, please don't let her kill me out here over this nigga,” Carla prayed, as she ran, jumping back in her car and taking off.

BOOM!

Her back window crashed in as she pulled off, still hearing rounds being let off.

POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

“Give me this damn gun girl,” Daz said, grabbing the gun outta Didi's hand.

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