(C)amomile (studxstud)

Chap 13: The ambush.

I was leaning on the silver 2019 Mark X with my hands tucked deep into my jacket pockets because the night air was chilly. The time was nearing for Shane to be here and everything was set into place, it was simple talk her up then bag her up.

I saw headlights pulling in and I straightened myself up. She parked directly beside my car and got out staring at me with a ridiculous looking expression. She wasn't bad looking at all, nice light skin stud but she looked rough as hell. Her eyes were cold, those were the type of eyes that nothing could save you from, there was no mercy not even for the ones she loved. Her specialty was loyalty not love. She sized me up and down and then licked her lips.

"I've always been a fan of studs," she said. "Living in Jamaica and being gay was slightly tough because it was a taboo to be gay but a masculine lesbian who likes the same thing as her? Bro that's retribution right there," she started laughing.

"Well, I'm sure you've had your fair share of studs back in Jamaica. In public and in secret," I shrugged my shoulders.

"You're right but there was only one and she died, she took my love with her so I took her heart. If she loved me as she said she did then it would've been a go ahead regardless," she snickered. See, loyalty not love.

"Why'd you do it?" I asked.

"Are we really here to question me?" She asked.

"Where's the doctor?" She looked around.

"He said he couldn't make it so he sent me." I said brushing off my jeans.

"What did he want," she asked.

"Tell me first, why'd you do it? You said you loved her yet still you killed her for her heart. You cut her life short.." I trailed off.

"She was bound to die anyways, aren't we all?" She walked up to me and I could feel her breath on my neck.

I stepped away and said, "honestly we are but you don't get to cut someone's life short just because." I stuttered out trying my best to retain my anger.

"I don't care," her nonchalant voice triggered something in me.

In the next second I had her draped by the collar and was throwing her onto the car firmly pressing her back on the door. The look on her face made me even more upset, she wasn't scared. Her face had a sickly grin on it and that's how I knew that something was terribly wrong with this woman.

"Why the fuck are you smiling?" I asked her.

"Because I've always liked being manhandled but no one knew quite how to do it until you," She said and I hissed my teeth.

"You think I'm stupid?" She asked. "The moment I opened my door and saw your face I knew who you were.. Tye...." she laughed out.

I lifted her back off of the car and slammed her into it once more, I then drew my hand back and punch her across the face. I let her go and she fell to the ground spitting the blood that seeped from the cut I created in her mouth. She sat up leaning her back against the car and stared up at me.

"That last person that put their hands on me is 6 feet under and that happened 10 years ago." She said.

"Her name was Crystal, loved that girl gone to bed, she was naive as could be but she was street smart and I like that about her, she didn't exactly die because she threw me into the grill that day and bruised my face. She died because my family was going bankrupt and she was an easy way out." She lifted her shirt and took the gun from her waist.

"Now I'm going to kill you but I won't shoot you, I'm going to take your heart too." She aimed for my leg but I had jumped out of the way before she could pull the trigger.