Cut Throat Mafia. Derrick Johnson
me and I damn sure ain’t bout to let no bitch pimp me.”
The girls continued to laugh and joke on their way to the car. Shell noticed two fellas walking their way and she thought they both were cute and dressed real thug the way she liked ‘em.
As Shell and her girls got closer to the car, she noticed the fellas were coming towards them. One of the nigga’s said “Excuse me. Can you please call the towing company for me? My tire blew out and my phone needs to be recharged.”
Na Na jumped to do it and the nigga wasn’t even talking to her. She said, “Oh! I got you baby. Hold on a second.”
She went reaching into her Coach purse to retrieve her phone, while steadily looking at the men trying to be sexy. She was tossing all types of shit on the hood of the car because she couldn’t find the little phone in all the bullshit she kept in her purse. Shell and Mia were eying the two cuties down and Shell kept thinking she had seen the one with gold in his mouth before. Her street senses told her that something was wrong but she just couldn’t put her finger on it till the nigga pulled the Calico out.
“Okay bitches time to take a trip with me and my boy. Let me get this shit.” He snatched the purse from Na Na and she went straight at the nigga not knowing that the nigga had pulled out a gun. From there everything went slow motion like life just stood still.
“Don’t you snatch shit from me.” That was the last thing Na Na got to say before she felt the sharp pain up against her head.
Shell saw the flash come out of the barrel and watched her friend blink while the slug caught her right in the head. The bullet blew Na Na’s hair back as if she was sitting in front of a big fan. With the wind in her hair came the wetness of blood that shot through the air.
Mia screamed and went into panic mode not knowing what to do but Shell pulled out the 44 Bulldog right when the nigga shot Na Na. She knew she was too late for Na Na but it wasn’t too late for her and Mia. Shell pointed the gun at the other nigga and squeezed off two shots. POP! POP! She hit the other thug in the eye and it knocked him to the left. Before he could scream or even think another bullet caught his chin, blowing it straight off. Blood shot over to his friend, who jumped at the two sounds of the gun. He went to point the gun at Shell but had to duck because Shell got her squeeze off first. The bullet bounced off of the car hood the nigga was hiding behind and landed somewhere else in the garage. He ran on to the other side of the car, while Shell just started busting and pushing Mia to the ground.
“Bitch get down and stay there.”
All you could hear between the shooting and loud echoes of the gun was the feet of the nigga running away. There was nothing but silence for the next couple of seconds and when Shell looked up the nigga was gone, while Na Na’s purse laid by a car a few feet from them.
Mia was holding Na Na who was bleeding from the head and mouth uncontrollably. When Shell came over to see her friend dead on the ground it hurt her bad. She couldn’t believe that this shit had just happened to her and her friends. Mia wasn’t used to this street shit and all the crime that the urban city had to give to those who lived here. She never witnessed anything like this and she was tripping. “Shell, that nigga killed Na Na. What are we supposed to do? We got to call the police.”
Shell grabbed Mia by her jacket and lifted her up from the ground saying, “Mia! We can’t call the police and you got to hurry up and get in the car. We’ll call the police from the car as we're leaving.”
Mia was still looking at her friend not budging from the spot she was standing in. “What are you talking about? We can’t just leave her here like this. She’s like our sister, Shell.”
Shell said, “I just killed a mothafucka, Mia. Do you want me to go to jail? Now get your ass in and we’ll call the police from the car.”
Mia just starred at Na Na for a moment and felt Shell was right. There were two dead people there and she knew the police would take Shell to jail. She looked one more time and jumped in the car. When Shell and Mia made it out of the garage, Mia made the call.
After Shell dropped Mia off, she had tears in her eyes thinking of her friend and how the streets just took her. She wasn’t even in the streets and didn’t deserve what she just got. She knew the nigga and he was from the Longwood projects and was one of those nigga’s who hated on her crew. He wouldn’t be able to hide from her and she would be looking for his ass day in and day out. No matter where he was at or who he was with, she was going to serve him on sight
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