What's Understood

“So what, you’re gonna kill me now?” he asked testing me. If I was half the maniac that I could be, there would be no need of a conversation, he’d be dead already.
“Maybe,” I said nonchalant.
“The the fuck you waiting for bitch?” he yelled, this nigga really had a death wish. I walked closer to him with the gun now pointed to his chest.
“You know for a pussy nigga you got a lot of mouth.” I smiled evilly suddenly realizing we’ve been holding onto something that’s been dead for years. As soon as the words left my mouth he charged at me and I pulled the trigger careful not to kill him, I’ll save that for later. Next thing I knew he was on the floor holding on to his leg and I was being escorted out by the police.