In Love With A Street Nigga

Chapter 27

Christina
I stood behind the intruder gun in hand raised at the back of their head. As I observed them I noticed that this person was a female which made things even more weird. I cocked my pistol getting her attention. She just chuckled. This bitch was really crazy. She turned around with enthusiasm dancing in her eyes. I couldn't see the rest of her face because she was wearing a black bandana. She raised her gun and pointed it at me. I heard my phone vibrating by the tub indicating that someone was calling me. I was almost positive that it was Razell calling me tryna figure out what tf I was talking about in that last snap.
The female slowly backed towards the tub picked up my phone and answered without braking our contact. "Helloooooo" she sang into the phone. I couldnt hear what Razell was saying but whatever it was It was mighty damn funny to her ass. "oh baby calm down...Im doing you a favor by killing this little bitch. She's just using you and ruining our future" she said in her innocent voice. At that point I knew who she was. This bitch had some nerve to think that she was just gonna walk in my house and off me. Tuuh I forgot she dont know who I am. She continued to giggle as she put the phone on speaker. "Bitch when I get to yo ass Ima gut you like a fish. You done fucked up by coming after whats mine bitch!" He talked lowly into the phone. I couldnt even lie just hearing him say that gave me butterflies. I mean yea I know its kind of an awkward time to be feeling like that with a gun pointed to my face but He made me feel special. She laughed out loud this time it was one of those soulful laughs like this nigga was a stand up comedian and he had just told the funniest joke. "Oh so you think that shit funny huh? I see you forgot who I am and Ima have to remind you" he said before the line went dead.
I was tired of playing with this hoe. The more I stood here looking at this bitch stand in my house with a gun pointed at me I got more pissed off. Before I knew it I had let one off...the bullet plunged into her chest. She shrieked out in pain dropping her gun and falling to the floor. I quickly ran over to where she was kicked the gun out of the way and delivered a mean kick straight to the nose hearing it brake under contact. I wasn't a killer unless I needed to be and even though her purpose was to kill me, I just wanted to beat her ass real good at the moment. I continued stomping on her face not giving a fuck that I was getting blood all over my Persian carpet. I took the butt of my gun and pistol whipped her ass with it. I wanted her to feel me. I wanted her know what the consequences were when you disrespected me. I continued beating her until her body was limp. As I stood over her and caught my breath I realized she was unconscious. I kicked her in the stomach one last time just because she wore me out. I retrieved my phone and dialed Razell's number.
"Hello" he growled into the phone. "Razell its me" I huffed still outta breath. "Im On my way" he said. Before I could respond to him I felt an excruciating pain shoot through my legs, side, and back. My legs gave out under me; I fell to the floor hitting my head on the side of the tub. Next thing I know everything was black.