Business Before Pleasure

Chapter 8

Amina

I was still tied up. I had managed to get one arm loose now I was working on the other one. My feet was free and the dumb ass who was supposed to watch me forgot to put my handcuffs back on after He took me to the restroom.

I heard the door opening so I put my hand behind my back and pretended it was still tied up.

"Today is your last day alive you little bitch. Your brother should be here in about a hour with our money. Then we killing you and your punk ass brother." He said grinning.

"What is your fucking problem with me and my brother!"

"It's not what he has against you. It's what I have against you." A female said entering the room. She stepped into the light.

"Jasmine?" I asked kind of surprised. Jasmine and I were best friends back in high school. She started hoeing around and we fell off. Next thing you know she was claiming she was pregnant by my brother. I started trying to help her out by buying her stuff for the baby. We was doing everything for this girl but when she had the baby it wasn't even Khalil's. It was her step daddy's. That's why this room looked so familiar. I paid for this nursery to be built!

"Yes Amina it's me Jasmine. The one who life you ruined. The one you humiliated. The one who you turned her own mother against." she said.

I rolled my eyes. "All of that shit was your fault not mines. I didn't tell your nasty ass to willingly fuck your step father. You did that on your own." I said laughing a little. This bitch didn't scare me. I started getting my other hand loose from the rope.

"If you would've kept your mouth shut instead of asking for a fucking DNA test none of this would've happened." she yelled.

"I wasn't about to let no hoe play my brother. You a sick bitch. I was so happy when CPS took your baby away cause you wasn't shit. I heard he living lavish now with his adopted parents. And what you got bitch? Exactly nothing sit the fuck down somewhere. Hoes like you make me sick." I got my other arm loose right before she lunged at me.

She jumped on me and tried to swing at me. I moved and flipped her over. I stood up and waited for her to get up. She charged at me again and I punched her in the face. She scratched me as I repeatedly hit her in the face. Her face started leaking with blood but I kept going. I had no sympathy for this bitch. She started screaming so I grabbed her by her neck and started choking her. I banged her head a few times on the crib and dresser. When I was done I left her there and hand cuffed her to the crib just in case her crazy ass is still alive.

I walked out the door and straight into the fat ass nigga that had me locked in that room. "Now what bitch? You think you just gone walk away alive?" He pointed the gun at my head. "Put your hands up." I put them up. There was really no fear in my heart. If I was dying today then shit that was fine. I am not scared of death.

He got ready to pull the trigger. I just stared right at the gun. He pulled the trigger and there was a loud ass bang. I flinched real hard but then I realized I wasn't shot. The fat ass nigga fell to the ground and behind him standing there was .....

Amina in the mm