Boss Bitches

Chapter 4

MyAsia Pov

4 days and a lot of pain medicine later they finally releasing me from the hospital. I was tired of being here. They was getting on my damn nerves.

"You ready to go?" Louie asked me. Her and Prada haven't really left my side since I got here. They was bringing me food and shit and keeping me company. I know they didn't want to leave me by myself because we don't know who shot me yet.

"Yeah, let's get the fuck up out of here" she rolled me to the car and helped me get in.

On the way there we stopped at our places to collect the money, well Louie collected I just rode with her. I'm gon die being in this wheelchair. I feel like a baby, like I can't do shit by myself.

I went home and of course my mama was there. She was cussing Dank out for something as usual.

"You so disrespectful, you not gon be satisfied until I bust you in yo mouth " She hollered.

"Ma, I'm a grown ass man. I don't need no damn curfew " he said.

"First off watch yo mouth I don't give a damn how old you is, respect me. Second yo baby sister just got shot, you need to chill out. Both of yall " She yelled looking at me.

"I understand she got shot. I'm out there everyday trying to find out who did that shit. You think I don't give a fuck about who shot my sister? " he yelled back. "Cause I care. That's my sister. If I could go back in time I would take the bullets for her." he said pissed then walked out to his room.

"You need as much rest as possible. I'm tired of going through this shit with you and Dank. All y'all do is cause drama with this family. Don't come around if all yall gon do is end up in jail or worst" she yelled then walked out before I could say anything back.

I rolled myself to the refrigerator and opened it to get me some orange juice.

"you need anything before I go back to school  " Louie asked. She was in law school. We all was in school actually. We don't want to be drug dealers forever.

"Naw, I'm good. Thanks twin. " I said. She left and I rolled myself to my room.

Dank pov

My mama always getting on my nerves. How the fuck she gon say I don't care my sister got shot. Gucci is my backbone. We ride for each other right or wrong. If I could really go back in time and take those bullets I would. Seeing her on that ground shot up bleeding too death damn near made my heart stop. 

All I could think about is when we was kids playing shooting at each other and she used to play dead and stop breathing. I used to get scared then she would pop up and scare me. When she didn't pop up I knew the shit was real and my baby sister was really shot and hurt. As her big brother I was supposed to protect her and I didn't. I'm already beating myself up over it, the last thing I need right now is a nagging ass female in my face.

The more I thought about it the more upset I got about it and the more weed I smoked. I haven't been sober since the shooting or to sleep. I gotta find out who did that shit to my sister. I'm gon personally torture they ass.

I heard something in the kitchen so I went to check it out. When I walked in the kitchen I saw her reaching for a cup in the cabinet. I went and pulled the cup down.

"Thanks " she said then rolled and got her some juice.

"how long you gon be in that chair? " I asked.

"About 3 weeks then I go to crunches" she said.

"Oh okay so what happened that night? " I asked.

"okay, so I went to use the bathroom like I said. I'm using the bathroom and when I opened the door it was locked like somebody had something blocking it. I'm kicking it then the lights go out in the bathroom. After that the door open and somebody grabbed me. I'm fighting them and I remember my purse. I'm on the ground looking for my purse cause the lights off then I found it the attackers grab me by my hair  then the bathroom door swung open and they let me go then run out. I'm shooting at the door. I get up and chase them. The security guards grab me trying to calm me down. I punch him then run out the door. I seen a black SUV pull up in front, I just started shooting at it then out of no where another black SUV pull up and emptied the clip on me shooting me four times. I started shooting back but eventually went unconscious " she said. As I looked in her eyes as she told the story I didn't see no pain. All I seen was death. Her eyes was so black it scared me a little. I know my sister can be hard and heartless at times but now she looked possessed. Look out, it's a Hurricane coming and it's name is Gucci.