"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
I reach out and grab a curling iron from off the bathroom counter and hurl that muthafucka toward the vanity mirror. I don't even flinch when the bitch explodes into a million pieces. In the hallway, that pissy son of a bitch starts screaming and hollering, and it takes everything that's in me not to march back out there and give his ass something to really cry about.
"Le'Shelle, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
I ignore Snake's ass as I stomp on broken glass in order to get over to the window. Sure enough, Brielle's ass ain't nowhere in sight.
"Shit!"
"LE'SHELLE!" I turn around and storm out of the bathroom.
The first muthafucka I see is that child hollering and snotting in the hallway.
"Will you please shut the fuck up?"
"LE'SHELLE," Snake thunders, limping into the hallway.
"What?" I shrug.
"I fuckin' said please." Snake's eyes narrow as he grinds his teeth together. I toss up my hands.
"Fine. You deal with him. He's your kid. I have my own problems."
Jerking away from his lil crybaby, I squeeze past Snake to get out of the fuckin' hallway.
"And where the fuck do you think you're going?"
"I got some personal business I got to handle."
Snake's face twists like I spat in his face.
"Business? Bitch, what about me? I'm fuckin' bleeding all over the place."
"Then call your damn aunt Peaches over here to take care of it. I got shit to do, and that brat is really working the fuck out of my nerves right now."
I try to snatch away my hand, but before I know it, Snake's large hand locks around my throat and slams my head into the wall.
"Your mouth is out of fuckin' control!" His forked tongue slithers across his thick lips before he slams my ass again.
"Do I look like a lame nigga who you can pop off to? Huh?"
Slam!
"I done capped one bitch tonight who thought she could play me stupid. You're welcome to join her ass in hell as far as I'm concerned. Now say something else slick."
Slam!
"Go ahead. I fuckin' dare you!"
Fuck The way this nigga is squeezing my throat, I can't say shit. Plus, I think he has cracked the back of my head open. But if I'm not mistaken that loud-ass screaming has stopped. After the stars disappear before my eyes, I glare back into Snake's black gaze, but I keep my muthafuckin' mouth shut. I'm not sure how long I'm pinned to the wall, but it feels like a long muthafuckin' time. While we're blowing invisible steam at each other, I realize that I do need to check myself. What's the point of making the moves I'm making just to lose Snake to the next bitch he undoubtedly has on standby? Snake releases me and I slide down the wall and away from the big-ass dent my head made into the muthafucka. At my first gulp of oxygen, I start choking and hacking.
"Now fuckin' apologize," he barks.
"What?"
Snake's open hand slams across my face, and I fleetingly think his ass gave me whiplash.
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Memphis Streets 2 (Urban)
Ficção Geral**READ MEMPHIS STREETS FIRST** Revenge is now a sweet opportunity. Le'shelle is still gunning for the number one spot in her man heart Snake, no matter who she hurts in the process. After years of being together, will she finally have what it takes...
