Memphis Streets 2 (Urban)

Chapter 42- Monica

Ticktock.

I'm paranoid like a muthafucka and peeping around every nook and corner like a crazy bitch now. I thought I was ready for this fight to knock Snake's wifey off her throne, but it turns out that I've highly underestimated Le'Shelle. She has made it clear that she isn't afraid to toe-tag any bitch who gets in her way, and my stupid ass couldn't leave well enough alone. Now what am I supposed to do, walk around with a gat strapped around my big belly everywhere I go? Would she really come at me though I'm still under her man's protection? Why not? I went at her.

My cell phone buzzes, and when I look down at the screen, I see: Ticktock. Oh, this bitch is fucking with me now. Should I call Snake and tell him what's going down, or will that have me looking like a whiny bitch who can't handle my own problems? Better a whiny bitch than a dead one. You'd think Le'Shelle would have better things to do now that her sister is in a mental hospital, drooling and staring at a fucking wall. If the shit that's buzzing on the street is to be believed, that bitch is foul for orchestrating her own lil sister's sex-in into the Queen Gs. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised. It's clear that the bitch will do anything to stay on top. What the hell was I thinking putting myself in her crosshairs? Ticktock.

I feel like a beach ball as I walk up and down the grocery store aisles, looking for something to satisfy all my sweet and sour cravings. And what I end up lugging out of the store is enough junk food to send my ass into a diabetic shock. As I step out into the dark parking lot, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Someone is watching me. My nervous gaze darts around, but I don't see anyone lurking in the shadows. I remain paranoid as I head over to my car. I need to stop making these late-night trips. This city isn't safe when the sun goes down. I climb into my SUV and lock the door. I feel a little safer knowing that I have my new gat tucked under the driver's seat. There's a loud bing from my purse. Before pulling out of the parking lot, I scoop out my cell phone and check the text message. Ticktock.

"This fuckin' bitch is getting on my nerves." I toss my cell phone aside and shift the car into gear.

But I'm not on the road for more than two minutes before that feeling comes back over me. Now there's a strange anxiousness, and my blood seems to be speeding through my veins, leaving me lightheaded. My gaze shoots to my rearview mirror and then to the side mirrors.There are a few cars on the road, but I'm suddenly suspicious of all of them.

"Calm down. This bitch got you tripping."

I readjust my sweating hands on the steering wheel and concentrate on hurrying up and getting home. However, no sooner do I shove my paranoia to the back of my head than the black SUV behind me speeds up and rear-ends me. I jolt forward; my belly rams against the steering wheel.

"What the hell?" I look into the rearview when the muthafucka hits me again.

"Fuck!" Instead of pulling over, I jam on the accelerator.

I almost shit myself when someone springs up from my backseat and presses a gun to my head.

"Ticktock, bitch." Shocked and scared shitless, I shoot my gaze to the rearview mirror.

A pair of dark, sinister eyes glares back at me from beneath a black wool ski mask.

"Pull this muthafucka over," the woman hisses. Blinking, I don't react.

I was expecting it to be Le'Shelle, but it isn't.

"Who are you?"

"I'll splatter your brains all over the fuckin' dashboard if you don't pull this muthafucka over right now!"

I don't doubt her ass for a minute. I ease my foot off the gas and pull the vehicle over. Two things I don't do is beg and cry. Once I'm on the side of the road, the other SUV pulls up behind me.

"Look, I don't know what you want, but if you let me go, you can take my purse, my car ... whatever."

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" My door flies open, and the next thing I know I'm being shoved over into the passenger seat.

"Ow. My baby. I'm pregnant!"

"No shit," the woman in the backseat says a second before wrapping duct tape around my mouth.

After that, she shoves some kind of cloth over my head and presses a gun against the back of my head again. The bitch next to me binds my hands with plastic cuffs that bite into my skin, as someone climbs behind the wheel. By the time we peel off from the side of the road, I can no longer hold back my tears. They just want to scare me. No way would Le'Shelle enlist these girls to actually hurt me, especially while I'm still carrying Snake's child. That would be too crazy even for her. I rethink that shit after we drive for a long time. These two bitches haven't said another word.

A few more minutes pass, and we turn off the main road and onto a rocky path. A few more minutes tick by and my full bladder bursts. I sit in a puddle of piss while tears stream down my face. The car stops. My two kidnappers jump out and then open my door. I tumble and fall onto sharp rocks. Pain explodes through my body, but I'm unable to scream or push myself up. Are they planning to leave me out here like this—in the middle of nowhere? I hear tires crunch over the gravel. It must be the other SUV. I'm full-on crying as two women pull and tug me onto my knees.

"What the fuck?" A car door slams and a third woman's voice shouts,

"Have y'all done her yet?"

Oh, shit! My mind races as I struggle to get to my feet, but I'm shoved back down. I scream,

"Please don't do this," I ried to say whilemy mouth is tapped shut.

"I ain't knocking off a pregnant woman," one says.

"That shit is foul. The baby ain't done shit to nobody."

"Count me out, too," another voice says.

"Shit. I didn't know this bitch was this far along. I don't understand why we're doing the Queen Gs' dirty work anyway."

Relief sweeps through me but then is snatched away when the third woman says, "I owe that bitch Le'Shelle a favor for getting rid of Jaleesa, and I pay all my debts. So we're going to do this, but we're going to take some insurance."

"What type of insurance?"

"We'll cut the baby out and take it with us." My eyes bulge beneath the bag, and I double up on my efforts to get away, but I'm completely and utterly defenseless.

"Hold this bitch down!"

No! No! No!  Cold steel is stabbed into my flesh. My scream breaks through the duct tape, but I drown in a sea of pain as this bitch's blade carves around my belly.

Before I slip into nothingness, I hear my baby's cry.