A Product of the System by Ms. Michel Moore

Author:Ms. Michel Moore
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2018-04-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

“What the fuck!” Kamal turned, facing the door as the loud noise and vibration shook the entire house.

“Oh, hell naw! Shit!” As soon as it flew open, Joey immediately spotted an injured Li’l T, lying on the floor spread-eagle, facing the ceiling. “What the fuck your ass do to my motherfucking son?” He wasted no time waiting for his response, opening fire on a shocked Kamal, who immediately dove behind a chair, taking cover.

Letting off round after round, Joey was sure that he’d hit Kamal at least once or twice in the lower body. Who the fuck is this punk? Joey thought while never letting up on the trigger. And where the hell is Simone? He could only hope and pray at this point that her fate wasn’t as bad as Li’l T’s appeared to be. And how the fuck he know her sneaky ass? That Scooby-Doo mystery only added more heat to his already-boiling adrenaline.

Shit! I think I’m hit! Kamal looked down at his hip, realizing that he had a gaping tear in his pants and dark blood starting to soak through. And what that nigga mean his son? If he lived past daylight, he would have to deal with that bullshit then, but for now, ol’ boy was on a crucial, straight, high-alert soldier detail. Kamal was 100 percent true to the game and the streets that helped raise him. He indeed had caught a few hot ones but had no worldly intentions of going out like a pussy. He lifted up, all Scarface style and shit, returning fire, ripping Joey a nice-size hole in his left shoulder as well as his chest.

“Now what, motherfucker?” Kamal hissed with anger.

“NFL, nigga! We don’t die, we multiply,” Joey shouted back as he let off one more round into a demented Kamal before dropping to the ground near Li’l T’s still motionless, tiny body.

“Fuck Linwood,” Kamal howled as a boiling hot sensation tore through his upper groin area then raced to his stomach, throwing him back against a bookshelf, knocking the loud stereo and its speakers to the ground.

“Naw, fuck you,” Joey managed to get out as he turned his head toward his young son and reached out for his small hand.

Both of Li’l T’s potential fathers were severely wounded. At this point, it was uncertain who’d gotten the best of the other as they both bled and moaned.

* * *

Simone was still in the bathroom, straight razor in hand, but she was smart enough to lie down in the bathtub to shield herself from a stray bullet. Please, God, let my son be okay. I swear I’m done playing games, she prayed as the sound of a door getting kicked, not to mention the rapid gunshots, gave her chills. Jumping with every passing echo, she shivered. Damn, what the fuck is happening? What is his crazy ass out there doing?

She had no idea that Joey had doubled back to save the day, so to speak, and was now in her living room, taking part in destroying her already-twisted world.

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