Shit. It's the police! I whip my head around to see if Snake heard this shit as well. Sure enough, his ass is already reaching for one of his spare gats stashed in one of the end tables by the sofa. Momma Peaches jumps into the action and smacks his hand away from the drawer.
"What the fuck? You think you're going to blast your way up out of here?" Me and Snake give her a Hell-the-fuck-yeah look.
"Just play the shit cool," she snaps.
"Y'all don't even know what the fuck they want yet. If it was what you two think it is, they would've came at the door with a battering ram. See what the fuck they want first."
She nods her head toward me.
"Open the damn door."
This bossy old bitch is getting on my nerves. I shift my gaze to Snake, and he gives me the okay nod. Frankly, I'm still with the notion of shooting first and asking questions later, but my ass is outnumbered, so I turn back toward the door. Ain't no use in praying because God has long stopped answering my calls. I open the door. On the other side, two police officers in crisp blue uniforms stand erect with blank faces.
"Le'Shelle James?" I swallow and stiffen my spine.
"Why you want to know?" The short white one pokes out his thick barrel chest.
"Answer the damn question. Are you Le'Shelle James?"
Folding my arms, I thrust out my left hip. "Yeah. Now what you want?"
Officer Asshole looks over his shoulder at his partner before turning back toward me with a serious attitude.
"We're here to talk to you about an incident involving your younger sister, Brielle."
That fuckin' snitch!
"What about her?"
"Ma'am, do you mind if we come in?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," I say boldly.
"Me and my nigga were in the middle of fucking, so we ain't exactly decent."
The cops exchange looks again.
"Now what is this shit about my sister?" I ask, hoping by shocking the shit out of them that I can throw them off my nervousness. From the looks on their faces, it works.
"There was an incident-"
"Yeah. You said that part already." White Cop reaches for a small pad and pen from his chest pocket.
"Your sister Brielle and her boyfriend Raymond Lewis were carjacked leaving their high school prom last night. The driver of their limousine was killed at the scene."
They stare at me, and I try to show the required concern.
"Well ... is she okay?"
"No," the older black cop says. His penetrating black gaze sweeps my face.
"I'm sorry to inform you that your sister was brutally beaten and raped."
I gasp and cover my mouth with my hands. Too much? The black cop nods.
"She's alive," he assures me, and then pauses.
"Her foster parents have taken her to the hospital. Things are a little shakier for the young gentleman who took her to the prom, though. He took seventeen bullets."
"Shakier?" My brows dip.
"So ... he's alive?"
They both nod.
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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...
