Kiss Me on the Inside
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“You’re not going anywhere!” Hype stated with words of war.
Gator Shoes paused. “What you doing, young buck?”
“This is my bitch. You’re not going anywhere with her.”
“Hold your horses, young buck. Like the man said, she is bought and paid for.” Sweaty Man tried to defuse the situation.
“And like I said this is my bitch. He isn’t going nowhere with her.” Hype took his gun out of his waist.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Sweaty Man was coughing from the cigar he was smoking.
“I picked this bitch up off the side off the road. So she belongs to me and like I said, she’s sold.”
“She wasn’t yours to sell because she belongs to me.”
“I just made a six pack off this bitch and you expect me to give it back?” Sweaty Man chuckled, causing himself to cough uncontrollable.
“Let go of her!” Hype ordered, pointing the gun at Gator Shoes, and he complied. Keisha took a few steps backward but Sweaty Man grabbed on to her.
“It’s not that easy, young buck. Her price just went up.”
“Release her or he’s dead,” Hype threatened.
“You wouldn’t do that, young buck. It’s not wise to mix business with pleasure.”
“It’s all business to me.” Bang! The gun went off and Gator Shoes was on the floor.
“Ahhh!” Keisha screamed, covering her ears.
“You don’t have to refund him but you will refund this bitch.” Hype was walking closer to him and Sweaty Man was stepping backward.
“You know that’s not how it works, young buck. Nothing in this world is for free. Money makes this world go around.”
“And you are fucking with my money.” Hype fired a shot and it connected with Sweaty Man’s shoulder. His arm went limp and Keisha fell to the ground.
Sweaty Man ran for cover. “Bitch, you are more trouble than you’re worth.” He grabbed Keisha by the arm, pulling her to the door.
“Get off me!” Keisha was kicking and screaming. He dress rode up on her ass, exposing her panties. She was looking like a dirty crackhead whore. Just days ago she was a woman in a business suit. If anyone had told her that she would be kidnapped, raped, bought, and sold she would have told them to go seek mental help. But here she was living what seemed to be a nightmare and couldn’t wake up. The front door of the building open and a bright light appeared. Keisha was hoping that she had died and gone to heaven. But that wasn’t the case when shots were flying past her.
“Ahhh,” Keisha screamed, covering her ears as Hype ran for cover. She was in the middle of a shootout. With each shot fired she reacted with an even louder scream. In a panic Keisha got up and tried to run but a bullet pierced her in the back.
Bling came into clear view as she fell to the floor. Hype had shot her. He wanted to get rid of her and the bullet from his gun did the job. The gun fire had stopped giving her a moment of silence. Hype took the moment to make his escape. But Bling fired at him as he made his exit. Bling ran after him and noticed a trail of blood leading him to Hype. He was trying to put the key in the ignition of the car but the keys fell out of his shaking hand. He bent to pick up the keys and he raised his head to the warmth of Bling’s gun. “Game over, fool!” Bling squeezed his trigger and Hype’s head fell on the steering wheel and the horn stayed on as he emptied his gun and his blood splattered all over the car.
Bling rushed back to Keisha and laid her head in his lap. “You’re going to be okay. You are going to be okay.” Keisha nodded her head and closed her eyes. Everything was now a blur to Keisha. Her focus was gone. “Wake up, Wake up! Don’t die on me.” Bling was shaking her body. “Don’t die on me! You can’t die! I love you.” Keisha heard the words but she was drifting further into unconsciousness but managed to say a prayer.
“Dear God, please spare my life so I can right my wrongs.” Then came darkness. Bling held her lifeless body pleading with her to come back.
“Put your hands up! Put your hands up!” the police ordered but Bling held on to Keisha without acknowledging their presence. “Put your hands up!” the police ordered. But still he didn’t comply. A cop slowly crept up from behind, putting him into a chokehold and another quickly put him in cuffs. “Call the medics!” the officer who had him in a chokehold yelled. “You are under arrest. Anything you say can and will be held against you . . .”
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