Too Salty: Ain't a Damn Thang Changed(6) by Aleta Williams & Leila Jefferson

Author:Aleta Williams & Leila Jefferson
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Contemporary Fiction, Urban, Contemporary, Urban Life, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 1496035038
Publisher: Alana's Book Line
Published: 2014-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

Wack scanned the parking lot until he saw her walking toward what he assumed was the car. When she stopped at the white Mustang, he was glad to see that they weren’t parked too far from him. Wack looked behind him to see if dude was coming. He wasn’t. He made his way to his own ride, and hurriedly got in. A few minutes later, dude walked to the car. He and chocolate had words before he opened her side of the door. She got in and he slammed it behind her. He hopped in on his side and smashed out of the parking lot.

“He still mad.” Wack chuckled as he followed behind him. They hopped on the 91 East and excited Beach Blvd. Without notice, dude pulled on the side of the road. Wack became alarmed. Dude must’ve known that he was following him.

“Fuck!” Wack huffed. He really needed the lick. Wack drove past them super fast. About a mile up the block, Wack pulled into a service station and parked. He retrieved his cell from the car charger and called Yay-Yay. Where in the fuck she at? he thought when he didn’t get an answer. Bitch wanna act like a ho, I’m going to treat her like a hoe. I will teach her about disobeying me. At that moment, he made up his mind. Not only was Yay going to get her ass beat for not answering his calls, but the bitch was about to take over Lisa’s old job. She would be fucking undercover and out of the closet, gay, rich women for money. Beep. Wack looked at his phone and saw he had a text. That’s what’s up, he thought, and started his car and pulled off.

Wack drove back toward the freeway. He glanced on the left of the street and the Mustang wasn’t there. Wack kept driving until he got to the second light and made a right. He parked in front of a brown, two story house. He looked over at the park. There they were, the white Mustang and its occupants. Wack grabbed his ski mask and his gun from up under the seat. He stepped out of the car. Before creeping across the street to the park, he put his mask over his head. The closer he crept to the car, the more he could tell the car was shaking. Indeed, they were in there fucking. As soon as Wack got up on the car, he used the back of his gun to bust out the car window.

“We’re being attacked!” dude yelled.

“Shut the fuck up and hand it over. I want the money, nigga.” Wack had his gun aimed at old boy. He glanced at the bitch. Her shirt was off, exposing a nice set of D cups. She had her hands in the air.

“Please, don’t hurt us,” she pleaded. Wack ignored her. He snatched the driver door open and pulled old boy out, slanging him on the ground and on top of broken glass.

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