When I see Marcis walk out of the gun range, I knew I was in the right spot. That lying motherfucker Jamarion doesn't go any where without his cousin/bodyguard. 'Making a run', my ass. It didn't take but 5 minutes for me to get my fingers on Marcis' phone. He's been trying to get at me since he saw the way I took J's dick in the back seat while he drove years ago. He wanted it. I could tell, but he was the sidekick. The number 2, and I don't do number 2.
I've always been aware that being a baller's girl comes with some baggage. I may not always be able to know where he is. Bitches are gonna ride hard to get at his dick, and hustlers are gonna go hard to try to take his spot, I understand this. As the mother of his child and girlfriend with wifey status, I signed up for it. He has all rights to fuck hoes, but the bitch that stepped out of the gun range with him, the woman, excuse me, wrapped in my man's arms is more than that. The girl makes me look twice she's so beautiful and J had to be feeling her because he hadn't felt me in over a week. That shit is unheard of. A violation of our agreement. No matter who he stuck his dick in while he was out in the street, he brought his love home to me. This woman had made him forget about me. Forget about his promise, that home would never hurt, never be in want of a thing.
I step out of the car and slide to the edge of the building, hiding in the shadows. I ain't ever been the bitch to be scared, but my man getting involved with another woman is new territory for me. And he's treating her good. I checked his safe and he had taken out 3 stacks in a week. He had to have spent it on her because the diva in his arms is wearing the shit out of some designer fluorescent green strapped hills with peacock feathers at the ankle, a skin tight white dress of the highest quality, with her hair swept and makeup beat. Damn. I wasn't expecting real competition.
Marcis opened the back door to the towncar for the two, before he quickly unholstered J's gun and shot him twice in the head. It all moved in slow motion it seemed like. J, the love of my life falling to the pavement. The mystery woman running as Marcis let off another shot, and the woman returning fire with a gun she had pulled from underneath her skirt. Marcis' dumb ass had missed. The woman in white did not. She popped him once in the gut, then the throat, and then the eye.
The woman in the peacock feathered shoes fled without a trace or turn of her head.
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RomanceSy'Nai is all about business: Men. She has a gift that other ladies both desire and despise. A loner all her life the possibility of partnership and friendship puts both her life and livilihood in danger.
