Memphis Streets 3: Revenge

Chapter 48- Le'Shelle

The moment the Douglases' house comes into view, my clit starts thumping. Every light in the place is out and from what I can tell there's no nosy neighbors milling about. My only concern is my girl, Kookie, twitching in her seat.

"What the fuck is up with you?" I snap.

"Nothing," she lies, looking around again. "Are you sure that you want to do this?"

"I have a debt to settle," I tell her, shutting off the engine and killing the lights. "And I always settle my debts."

I peek over my shoulder to see my babysitters pulling up behind us. "Let's do this." We climb out of the car, pop open the trunk, and hand out gas cans over to June Bug and Kane.

At least they know how to follow orders. Kookie still looks jittery as shit. "Don't tell me that you're scared."

"Bitch, please. How many times I done rode dirty with your ass? How are you going to ask me something like that?"

"Then what's up?" She shakes her head and spits out that lie again, "Nothing."

"Well all right then. Grab a can." I remember the kind of bullshit locks the Douglases have on the house and I get past them easily.

It turns out that they haven't changed the security password since I moved out. Stupid muthafuckas. "Nice place," Kookie whispers, looking around.

I press a finger to my lips and then direct June Bug and Kane to splash off around on the bottom floor, and then direct Kookie to follow me upstairs. I head straight to Brielle's bedroom, feeling my clit pump in double time. Outside the door, I set down the gas can and pull out my gun. I got you, bitch. Opening the door, I flip on the light switch. The room is empty. What the hell? I walk into the room and look around. I check the closet and under the bed before turning to Kookie.

"I thought you said that she was released."

Kookie shrugs. "That's what I heard."

My cell phone rings. Damn. Shit! I rush to shut it off, but it's too late. There's a rustling down the hall. Fuck!

"Brielle, is that you?"Tracee races out of the master bedroom to Brielle's room.

When she spots my ass, she gasps and pulls up short. "Surprise." I level my gat at her.

A second later, Reggie comes rushing in behind her, tugging on his robe. He doesn't look up until he crashes into his wife's back. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I thought it was past time for us to have a little family reunion." I smile as I edge closer to them.

"Where's Brielle?" Neither one of them speaks.

"Don't make me shoot you."

Tracee swallows. "She moved out with her boyfriend."

"Oooh. Did she now?" My blood pressure climbs. "Tell you what—why don't we go back into your bedroom?" I wave my gat, but neither one of them moves.

POW!

A single bullet rips off the lower lobe of Reggie's ear. He jerks back with a roar. "Aaargh!"

"REGGIE!"Tracee rushes to her husband.

"He's fine," I tell her, bored by her melodramatics. "It's just a little bee sting." I gesture to my own chewed off lobe.

"Believe me. He'll live." For a few more minutes. "Now move your asses."

Growling through his pain, Reggie glares like he wants to put paws on me. I laugh in his face and then blow him an air kiss.