Nine Lives: For the Love of Money Read Online Free Page B
Author: Empress Simone
actions which caused my pregnancy.
For many nights, I would ring her phone once then hang up. Always wishing I could've told her my pregnancy was all a part of a bigger plan to bring down a powerful crew straight out of Brooklyn.
I felt the need for Persia to know me becoming pregnant was really a mistake. One I never thought would happen and one that wouldn't happen again, if we decided to be exclusive with each other.
Figuring the time wasn't right, I reached over and stroked her face, removing flyaway wisps of hair in the process.
"You're still the prettiest girl I know," I told her, "Well besides my caramel ass.”
We both cracked up laughing. I continued to stroke her face talking ever so gently.
"On the real tip P, I missed your ass. What have you been up to? Have you found someone new to take my place?" I asked her, bombarding her with question. Even though in my heart knowing if she said yes there was another person who had taken my place, my feelings would be hurt. They would most likely be beyond repair.
A few awkward seconds, which felt like an eternity turned into a sense of relief as she responded, "Never!" to the question that was presented toward her.
Grabbing her hand, we continued the rest of the drive in silence.
I felt an urgency to be with her more. Knowing she still cared for me in the midst of me getting pregnant by a male rival, really meant something to me.
Then a thought hit me, "What if this bitch was out doing her own dirt? Wouldn't a true lesbian be hurt that they could never me what a dude could?"
"Hmm" I whispered underneath my breath hoping she didn’t hear me. Unable to fathom the thought, my head started spinning, my mouth became dry as cotton and my heart started to palpitate like never before.
Feeling like I was the one betrayed, I let go of her hand and smiled at her cynically. Noticing a shift in my mood she turned to me and said, "Is everything okay lil bit?"
As I opened my mouth to lie by saying everything was fine, a green sedan came out of nowhere crashing into the passenger side door.
My car was pushed more than several feet out of the way.
I peeked over at Persia, noticing the blood seeping from her mouth while her head was tipped over.
"Persia, P-baby, are you okay?" I asked her frantically.
After a few seconds pause and not getting any response, I tried to get out of the car.
That's when I realized my feet were pinned under the car's dashboard.
"Dammit," I yelled, "P, P- baby don't do this."
It was at this moment I noticed a female dressed in all black, except for her belt and heels, which were a metallic color, heading in our direction. Her long, neat dreads swung from side to side. They were auburn in color and it seemed she placed three shells strategically in the front. Watching her speed up towards us I began thanking God for sending such a beautiful vessel to help save us from the rubble which was once my car.
I tried to rouse Persia, once again, who I prayed was only sleeping.
"Persia, someone is coming to help us. Just hold on a bit longer, she's almost here," I informed her reassuringly.
Feeling anxious knowing someone was going to assist us, I totally missed the black automatic handgun the supposed good Samaritan held until it was too late.
She raised her hand into the broken passenger side window, firing two shots simultaneously into Persia's head.
"That's what happens when you cross The Overseers bitch," came her eerie words.
My heart dropped as I reached over to check if Persia had a pulse, I noticed our assailant raise her hand again. Immediately my reflexes and instinct to survive kicked in. I raised my right arm to shield my face and head from her gun's bullet while trying frantically to open my car door to try and drag myself to safety.
The assailant fired a shot, narrowly missing me, she said, "Damn bitch, either my aim's off or you got nine lives."
I screamed out, "Please don't do this. I'm pregnant."
"Nah fuck you and your pumpkin
For many nights, I would ring her phone once then hang up. Always wishing I could've told her my pregnancy was all a part of a bigger plan to bring down a powerful crew straight out of Brooklyn.
I felt the need for Persia to know me becoming pregnant was really a mistake. One I never thought would happen and one that wouldn't happen again, if we decided to be exclusive with each other.
Figuring the time wasn't right, I reached over and stroked her face, removing flyaway wisps of hair in the process.
"You're still the prettiest girl I know," I told her, "Well besides my caramel ass.”
We both cracked up laughing. I continued to stroke her face talking ever so gently.
"On the real tip P, I missed your ass. What have you been up to? Have you found someone new to take my place?" I asked her, bombarding her with question. Even though in my heart knowing if she said yes there was another person who had taken my place, my feelings would be hurt. They would most likely be beyond repair.
A few awkward seconds, which felt like an eternity turned into a sense of relief as she responded, "Never!" to the question that was presented toward her.
Grabbing her hand, we continued the rest of the drive in silence.
I felt an urgency to be with her more. Knowing she still cared for me in the midst of me getting pregnant by a male rival, really meant something to me.
Then a thought hit me, "What if this bitch was out doing her own dirt? Wouldn't a true lesbian be hurt that they could never me what a dude could?"
"Hmm" I whispered underneath my breath hoping she didn’t hear me. Unable to fathom the thought, my head started spinning, my mouth became dry as cotton and my heart started to palpitate like never before.
Feeling like I was the one betrayed, I let go of her hand and smiled at her cynically. Noticing a shift in my mood she turned to me and said, "Is everything okay lil bit?"
As I opened my mouth to lie by saying everything was fine, a green sedan came out of nowhere crashing into the passenger side door.
My car was pushed more than several feet out of the way.
I peeked over at Persia, noticing the blood seeping from her mouth while her head was tipped over.
"Persia, P-baby, are you okay?" I asked her frantically.
After a few seconds pause and not getting any response, I tried to get out of the car.
That's when I realized my feet were pinned under the car's dashboard.
"Dammit," I yelled, "P, P- baby don't do this."
It was at this moment I noticed a female dressed in all black, except for her belt and heels, which were a metallic color, heading in our direction. Her long, neat dreads swung from side to side. They were auburn in color and it seemed she placed three shells strategically in the front. Watching her speed up towards us I began thanking God for sending such a beautiful vessel to help save us from the rubble which was once my car.
I tried to rouse Persia, once again, who I prayed was only sleeping.
"Persia, someone is coming to help us. Just hold on a bit longer, she's almost here," I informed her reassuringly.
Feeling anxious knowing someone was going to assist us, I totally missed the black automatic handgun the supposed good Samaritan held until it was too late.
She raised her hand into the broken passenger side window, firing two shots simultaneously into Persia's head.
"That's what happens when you cross The Overseers bitch," came her eerie words.
My heart dropped as I reached over to check if Persia had a pulse, I noticed our assailant raise her hand again. Immediately my reflexes and instinct to survive kicked in. I raised my right arm to shield my face and head from her gun's bullet while trying frantically to open my car door to try and drag myself to safety.
The assailant fired a shot, narrowly missing me, she said, "Damn bitch, either my aim's off or you got nine lives."
I screamed out, "Please don't do this. I'm pregnant."
"Nah fuck you and your pumpkin
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