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H A R L E M "BLACK" TWENTY-SEVEN | B R O W N S V I L L E, T N | SEVEN pm
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"Please just give him more time, Black! My husband will get you your money, I swear!!" Her words fell on deaf ears.I gripped her neck tighter and dunked her back under the warm water. She clawed at my arms, her nails tearing through my skin as she thrashed around in the jacuzzi. She kicked her legs wildly and I jerked her head from the water briefly as she sputtered and choked for air. The minute she caught her breath, I shoved her head right back in. Twisting and turning, she tried to pry my hands from her neck and she fought desperately to come back up for more air. I snatched her up by her neck once again.
"You see what happen when you fuck wit bitch-niggas? You pay the price for they mistakes. Ain't nothing personal, but niggas gone learn not to fuck wit my paper!"
She opened her mouth to say something else, but I had her back under water before the words could even come out. I choked her with both my hands and held her down as I loomed over her. I gripped her neck until I'd squeezed all the fight out of her. Her body spasmed violently before eventually going limp. I slammed her head against the side of the jacuzzi wall a few times, just to be sure that the bitch was dead. Once I was satisfied with my work, I left the house, leaving her lifeless body submerged under water.
It was a sad situation— for Beatrice at least. Not long ago, her dude worked for me. During one of his major drug runs, he'd let some stick up niggas rob him for fifty thousand dollars— my fifty thousand dollars. I didn't like that at all. I gave him the benefit of the doubt, however. I told him if he could get me the money back in a week, I'd spare his life— that was a month ago. I'd given him plenty of chances to come up with my funds but the muthafucka just wouldn't get right. I figured it was because I was being too lenient. Now his wife was dead. If that didn't make the nigga see clearly, I didn't know what would. He was already on thin ice and still fifty thousand dollars short. Once I got my paper from the nigga, he was gonna be as dead as his bitch. Fuck my word. Niggas should've known that I couldn't be trusted by now.
