The Story Of A Phat Girl [3] (Urban)

Chapter {20}

I know I never put notes beforehand, but why didn't anyone ever remind me of how cute Liyah and Brayden use to be? I went back and reread some of the first book of this series (It was a mess) and I was like aw they were so cute but then Brayden had to go and become a cheater. I'm sick of his ass always messing up stuff.

Yori Pov:

Pulling the black ski mask from my face I quickly put in the code to disable the alarm. Glancing around the dark quiet house I made my way towards the spiral staircase. Walking as quietly as I could in my black Timbs up the steps with my gun drawn in one hand.

Making my way towards the room at the end of the hallway with the white double doors. I seen flashes of light coming from under the door along with talking in the background. Assuming it was the TV I put my leather gloved covered hand on the doorknob twisting it open silently as I peeped in the room.

Not seeing anything in the semi dark room I used the light from the TV to help guide me around the room. Checking the bathroom and the closet I realized they were both empty besides the different weapons and cash he had stashed away in his closet.

Smirking I went towards the bed watching as his big hefty ass snored the night away. Shaking my head, I placed the silencer onto my gun as I pressed it to the back of his head. Still not getting any signs of waking up I pulled the trigger instantly killing him in his sleep.

The bright red blood seeping from his skull rapidly drenched his white pillowcase and cover. His eyes were still close as his mouth was slightly open with small droplets of blood leaving his mouth. The snores that once filled up the room were no longer existence as the TV still continued to play in the background.

"Fat fuck." I mumbled under my breath as I placed my gun back under my shirt.

Raiding his closet of all his cash and guns I left the jewelry cause I wasn't impressed with that shit. Getting ready to leave out the room with two black duffle bags in my hands I felt myself freeze up as I stared into the barrel of a gun.

The older petite dark skin lady with long black hair stood in front of me in only her night gown and slippers. She held the gun firmly in her hands as her piercing brown eyes stared back into mine. Sizing me up in disgust she took in every inch of my face since I was no longer wearing my mask while I returned the look of.

I had no fear in my heart.

"Drop the bags and kick them over here." She tried demanding harshly as her voice cracked and her eyes watered as she took a quick glance at her dead husband.

Doing as she said I swiftly kicked the bags over towards her while I held my hands up in surrender. Licking her drying lips, she moved closer towards me clicking off the safety while I continued to eye her unbothered.

"Last wish?" She questioned pressing the gun to my forehead as I gulped slightly.

I ain't picture going out like this but I damn sure wasn't about to show her I was pussy.

"You gon' pull the trigger?" I teased with a smirk coming onto my lips as she twisted up her face in anger since I wasn't taking her seriously.

"This is for my hus-

Not even getting to finish her sentence as the other mask man came into the room shooting two bullets directly into her skull. Cringing slightly in disgust as her blood and some of her brain matter landed on me.

"Damn, did you have to blow her brains out on me?" I huffed in annoyance stepping over the dead body to grab the two black duffle bags off the floor.