Jasmine's POV
These bitches thought they could get rid of me that quick? Ha! Wrong. Thats exactly why I took out Deja's whole clean up crew after we drove for sometime to god knows where. Not to mentiom I took their van and drove myself to the hospital to get these damn bullets out of my back. There was an aching pain in my lower part of my body. These dumb bitches didn't even check for a pulse, the only reason why they assumed I was dead was because when I fell to the ground I hit my head really hard, this shit is gone back fire on they asses.
"Good afternoon Ms.Riley I'm Doctor Edmond. Glad to see you are awake. We were able to remove all of the bullets perfectly fine." He looked up from his charts with sympathy in his eyes. "But unfortunately Ms.Riley, we were not able to save your unborn on time."
"Unborn? You mean I was pregnant?" I wispered as a tear slipped down my cheek.
Doctor Edmond took a deep breath and patted my knee, "Yes Ms.Riley, you was a month and a week. You will be discharged depending on how well your wounds are heeling. In the mean time let the nurses if you need anything." And with that he walked out the door. First these bitches killed my family and now they took my unborn child. The only family I had left.
I sat in my hospital bed plottin on how to make Deja, Aryah, and Bre'yanna's lives miserable. I want them to feel the pain I feel plus some. I've officially become the most cold hearted bitch they'll ever cross paths with.
Deja's POV
"Aryah!" I screamed as I walked into the front door.
"What what what?" She asked sounding irritated trying to find the hair tie that went missing in her thick ass hair.
"Apparently that bitch isn't dead, she took out my clean up crew." I slammed my hands against the coffe table.
"You didn't check for a pulse before theh took her out did you?" Aryah asked with a blank face.
I thought for a moment and said,"No, I was to busy talkin to you and Bre'yanna." I palmed my face of my stupidity.
"Damn it Dej, thats what she wants! To catch us slippin so she can take our asses out." Aryah stomped up the stairs as she cursed in french... Yes my girl is trilingual.
I picked up my phone to call Bre to give her the 411.
*Phone Call*
Bre: Hello?
Me: Bre you won't believe what the hell just happened.
Bre: Umm lemme guess... Yo ass pregnant?!
Me: Bitch no! Jasmine's ass isn't dead. I didn't check for a pulse before my crew took her away. She took out my whole damn clean up crew!
Bre: Deja stop playin April fools was last week.
Me: Bre'yanna I'm not playin, we need to find her ass and find her ASAP before she does some real damage.
Bre:*Sigh* Ok I'll send my tech dude named Javier out there to try to track her credit cards and see where she will be.
Me: She will most likely be at the hospital so we should check there first.
Bre: Bet, I'll strike you when I get Javier on the next flight out there and what not.
Me: Bet.
*End of phone call*
I walked upstairs to my room to take my a nice bath to relax my body fromnall this stress. I sent my bae a quick text to come keep me company for a while.
Aryah POV
I can't believe Deja didn't check for a pulse, but at the sametime it wasn't just her fault it was Bre'yanna's and mines because we should've known better to check her pulse as soon as she went down. I already know Deja gave Bre'yanna the 411 so I didn't bother calling to let her know. My phone vibrated and Austin's name popped up indicating I had a message.
*Message*
Hubby: I miss you baby
Me: I miss you too, come over?
Austin: Lemme finish some stuff and I'll be over soon
*End of message*
I didn't even bother responding, I just threw my phone on the bed and headed to kitchen for some food... My ass always hungry.
My appetite was ruined whennI heard Deja's loud moans so I grabbed my car keys and headed straight to my own place. I needed some quiet time. I sent Deja a text letting her know I was leaving so she wouldn't freak the hell out. As soon as I walked into my condo I went to take a shower, lotion up and put on a white spaghtti strap with some boy sorts and colorful toes socks... Don't judge I love me some rainbow socks.
I grabbed my personal carton of cookies and cream ice cream a blacket from my bed and decided on wathing Nick Cannon's Wildin' Out. I needed a good laugh.
Halfway into the show there was a knock at the door. I muted my tv and grabbed already silenced glock and from under the couch and walked up to the door.
"Aryah, I know yo ass is in there! Open up my arms are hurting." Austin's voice boomed from the other side of the door. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and opened the door.
"Hey baby." He smiled
"Hey." I gave him a quick kiss and took the bags out of his hands and to the kitchen.
"OOOH PICKLES" I jumped up and down as I popped open the jar took a pickle with a fork.
"Fat ass." Austin smirked as he drank the rest of his beverage.
"Kiss my ass." I said with a mouth full of pickle.
"You are so unattractive doin that shit man." Austin smacked his lips and I opened my mouth to show him all my chewed up pickle... Yes I'm childish like that.
"Go some where Deuce." He called me by my street name. The rest of the day we just talked about everythinh under the sun, ate all the snacks, smoked a couple of joints, and watched tv. If I said Austin never put a smile on my face I'd be lying.
Sorry for all the typos. I hope I made this chapter a little more longer than the rest of them. Please comment and vote! Thank you!
