"Where in the hell are you taking me?" this little girl squeaks while I drag her down another hospital hallway. When I ignore her, her body starts trembling like she's suffering from some epileptic seizure. I ignore that, too. Mainly because muthafuckas tend to start shutting down when they think or realize that death is around the corner. I hit an exit door that leads us outside and then shove her through it.
Once I ram her tiny ass up against the back of the building, I unsheathe my Browning hunting knife and plant it against her throat. Her eyes bug, but she don't say shit as my sharp blade bites into her skin.
"I got your attention?"
"Y-yes."
"Good." I fake a smile.
"Now, I'm going to ask you a few fuckin' questions, and I'd appreciate if you just answer them and not waste my time by spitting out lies or testing my patience-mainly because I don't have any. Understand?"
She swallows, and as a result, her soft skin presses against my knife and a thin drop of blood rolls over the jagged blade and then drips to the concrete like a single, red pearl drop.
"Good." I cock my head.
"How was the prom last night ... Jaleesa, isn't it?"
She whimpers.
"That good, huh? Get any dick?"
More whimpering.
"Probably weren't in the mood after all that ... shooting and raping and shit ... right?"
"Oh God," Jaleesa whines.
"No. Lucifer, Sweetie"
I press the knife a little harder and watch a few more blood pearls drip to the concrete.
"No-What? Shit. You got it all wrong."
"I do?" I cock my head to the side and watch the fear expand in her eyes.
"What part did I get wrong? The shooting or the raping?"
"I didn't have shit to do with any of that."
"So it wasn't you and your boy Drey who dropped Brielle off all beaten and battered at her parents' crib last night?"
"Fuck. H-how-" I press my knife deeper and watch the pearls turn into a rivulet.
"No patience, remember?"
"Drey and I didn't have anything to do with the shooting. We found my girl walking in my neighborhood with hardly any clothes on and acting crazy and shit,"
she confesses. "Drey had to knock her out just to get her into the car so we could take her to the hospital-but when we saw you and some other Cartel Lords, we got spooked and decided to take her to her parents' place. I swear. T is my best friend and shit. I wouldn't do anything to hurt her. You gotta believe me."
Fat tears roll down Jaleesa face. Since I have a good bullshit detector, I have no problem believing this bitch. I ease my blade back an inch. The girl's shoulders droop in relief, but our eyes remain locked.
"Where you stay at?"
When she hesitates, I return the pressure on the knife.
"On Woodfield."
"Near Shotgun Row?"
She bobs her head.
"You a Queen G?"
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Memphis Streets 2 (Urban)
General Fiction**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...
