Memphis Streets 3: Revenge

Chapter 6- Le'Shelle

The wail of the ambulance ricochets through my brain and then rattles the back of my teeth. I've known pain in my lifetime, but nothing like this. This shit is on a whole other level. It's both intense and . . . orgasmic.

It's sick, I know, but it's the way I'm wired. I've been through so much fucked up shit in my life that I've learned a long time ago how to turn pain into pleasure.

"Hang in there, Miss. We're almost at the hospital," a bulky paramedic tells me, leaning over the gurney. "Blink if you understand me," he says. I close my eyes but then struggle to open them again.

"That's a good girl. Hang in there." The man winks and then disappears from my line of vision.

I find a spot on the ceiling of the ambulance and concentrate all my anger and rage on it. If Brielle thinks that she got the best of me then she has another thing coming. Blood be damned-this shit is war now. That bitch has only had a small taste of what the fuck I can do. I clench my jaw and struggle to breathe into the mask strapped across my face.

I've done everything and given everything to protect Brielle. It was my name that shieldedBrielle in the streets and that fucked up school she goes to, but did she appreciate that shit? Fuck no. She hooks up with a Cartel Lord-and not just any CL soldier, but the head nigga, Fat Ace's younger brother. What the fuck was she thinking? Where was the fucking respect? I warned her ass once, but she played me stupid by taking that nigga, Dice, to the prom. So I treated her like any other bitch that crossed me. Had to.

Snake was looking at me sideways and dangled what I've always wanted in front of me: to take me from wifey to wife. Why the fuck should I jeopardize my position for Brielle? She made it clear that she didn't give a fuck about me. It's every bitch for themselves out here. Yeah so, I ordered her to be sexed into the Queen Gs and I had her ass branded so that she would never forget who owned her ass. To make sure that she never strayed again, I dumped a full clip into her man. But the nigga took those bullets like a soldier and was still standing after my last round slammed into him.

Just when I thought I was staring at some ghetto Superman, his knees finally buckled and he hit the ground. Problem solved. Until the muthafucka rose from the dead. I still don't understand how the fuck he survived that night.With him laid up in the hospital andBrielle's ass lost in space at the mental hospital, I thought my problems were solved. It wasn't my goal to put her up in there, but it got her out of my hair while the war on the streets between VD and CL heated up.

For months I've avoided rollin' by to check on her ass. What for? I was told that the bitch had mentally checked out. But then I got my ring. Snake is gonna come through on his promise and give me his last name. I couldn't help it, but I wanted to rub it in Brielle's face that I didn't need her anymore. Snake and I are going to start our own family. Fuck her. My eyes burn as hot tears slide down my face. Instinctively, I want to wipe them away, but my arms feel as if they weigh a ton. What the fuck? Queen Gs don't cry.

I try to blink the tears away and man up, but my eyes aren't cooperating and the tears start flowing faster.

"Her pulse is dropping," a voice says around me. I hear the words, but I don't understand them.

It feels like I'm struggling to stay in my own body. "Don't worry. We're here," the voice tells me.

My lashes flutter, but my eyes barely open. Feet shuffle around me and then the ambulance door bangs open.

Next, my gurney bounces and wobbles around as they roll and then lift me out. "You're going to make it," the voice keeps promising. "We're going to take care of you and fix you like new."

I cling to that promise as strong as I do to my vow of revenge.