A bitch couldn't tell me shit, I was tiptoeing on marble floors and riding shotgun in every foreign car Christy had access to. I'd had the time of my pregnant life for ten days but I really missed my nigga. Pam had paid Twan's bond but he refused to leave with her. He looked so fuckin broken when I pulled up in his Impala, he said "I hate that bitch," after he tongued me down. We got inside, I handed him his spliff from the console.I was just as broken and I had to tell him about the shit that went down with Sabrina. I knew he had known but acted lost. His prison smell brought back memories, I hated that fuckin smell, it made me nauseous. He knew just as well as I did it wasn't over with Sabrina and I tried to find out how he would feel about his baby's mama being knocked off without asking directly, I could tell he still loved the bitch. We went to the apartment and he got some shit, I had taken most of our valuables to Christy's house. We checked into the Ramada, he hadn't wanted any food which was strange. "Now, start from the beginning, he said." I watched him smoke blunt after blunt while we discussed what had went down. All of a sudden he began to accuse me of acting distant, getting all paranoid and shit. He needed a haircut and a shave and had started to really look like someone else. I suggested we showered together and go to bed, he declined and just sat on the side of the bed for hours. So much shit could have been on his mind, I had been through his phone and dissected every message. Some of the shit I had read made me wonder who I was really fucking with, however, there was no indication he had done Redd in. Christy and I had driven 40 miles, I asked everybody that knew him of his whereabouts most hadn't saw him and was surprised to see me pregnant if I hadn't seen him since he got out. I wanted to believe Twan because he had no reason to lie and secondly I would have killed him my damn self. A few days passed, I found a new crib, a home this time with Christy's help...she was a stone cold con artist and mysterious as fuck. We had done some brave shit, and I found out she had done something wicked, I said nothing neither had she, I just put two and two together. She was my bitch for real, but Twan was also my nigga, I hadn't known what to do because he said he would kill whoever killed his sister and her baby daddy.
We went to a cemetery and before we arrived she'd had someone to uncover a grave. She climbed inside, I handed her the frozen child after she opened the casket and she put it inside, laying her across his chest. I recognized the name on the tombstone from the obituary in Pam's house right beside her daughter's. Dirty she climbed out after kissing the dead nigga that laid inside and closed the casket. We raked in as much dirt back inside as we could, she carried some home. I remembered when she had spoken of her child's father, I had previously thought the baby belonged to Lamont...it was he who had killed the child while still inside her womb. When she had spoken of the nigga inside the grave she also said he was killed the night she conceived, and regret was all over her face in not just a sympathetic kinda way. I was willing to bet the crazy bitch had killed them both but had fucked the nigga first. Ha!
Twan decided we should "get away" for a while, we went to his brother's crib in Texas and laid back for a month, I hadn't told Christy I was leaving, his suggestion was sudden and I had to quickly agree. I told her where I was, and she soon came. She was smitten over Tobias, Twan's older brother...even though he was married. She practically stayed two weeks at the Hilton downtown, he visited every night. She had even recorded their first encounter, I had watched. The way she seductively called him "Daddy" turned me on and I remembered that bitch's deadly touch. Twan would never know. She consoled me while he had been away, the news about Boogie was still fresh and I needed someone. I couldn't even lean on my own sister. I wondered if Christy had known Lamont had watched the night we were in the guestroom...
I was ready to be on some gansta shit, Twan wanted me to sit the fuck down. Once he became his normal self again he told me how it had fucked him up I could have been killed and he was glad I was a quick thinker, but the nigga was somebody and his click didn't play fair. Fuck that nigga, I thought...I couldn't go out like that I hadn't gave two shits who that nigga was. I already knew what I had to do, it would only take a few hours to see bout that hoe, and I was war ready, she had stirred all this shit up and regardless to what else happened I couldn't let that bitter bitch slide. "I need to go see my Daddy, " I said. I needed a plan and quick. That bitch knew where Tobias lived and deep down I knew as much hatred he went to jail with, Twan had talked to that bitch. I wondered what she meant when she had mentioned his daddy. The next morning Twan woke me up and pulled me on top of him, he rubbed my belly and drew hearts around my belly button I knew he wanted to fuck. My back had been hurting all week so he hadn't suggested it, but I knew. I put my head underneath the cover, I could taste his precum. I slurped him until he begged me to stop. He soon went to sleep, I then got dressed and called Christy. She leaned over to the passenger seat and bit my pussy before looking toward the window. I seriously urged the bitch to chill, nobody needed to know, it was codes to this shit. She thought the world was one big orgy, and nobody gave a fuck. Lamont had fucked that country bitch's mind completely up, she swore she would cut off that niggas balls and pickle them. I believed her.
We finally made it to Sabrina's townhome, Christy had been driving an E Class since she had been in Texas, even if her BMW could have been identified, no one recognized the Benz she had just bought. I could see movement inside the bedroom, other than that everything else was still. I could tell from the silhouette that a nigga was inside and someone sat in a chair in the middle of the floor. I hadn't anticipated a nigga being there but Christy had said if he entered last, the door was unlocked. I put on the cap and covered my head with the hoodie on the oversized sweatshirt and tucked the tool inside the waist of my unzipped jeans. I unscrewed the bulb and went inside, it was definitely unlocked. I could see straight down the hall into the back bedroom. As I entered a dude yelled out, "Orlando, back here bro!" Fuck! I thought, who was this nigga and where the fuck was Orlando. I could hear a niggas footsteps in the room preparing to exit into the hallway, I had begun to panic and noticed the space between the refrigerator and the wall in the kitchen through the reflection of the mirror that hung in the hallway, and managed to creep in between without being noticed. Soon he came down the hall, the kush smoke followed him. I managed to get a good look at the nigga in the mirror and prayed he didn't look up, if I could see him, he definitely could have seen me. He checked the front room without nearing the door and turned to go back down the hall. The F&N was in the nigga's hand and he had on a fucking mask, I heard Sabrina scream in pain when he entered back into the room. "BITCH IMA KILL U, U SET MY NIGGA UP? BITCH U FINNA SUFFER FIRST." She sat tied up in a chair head slumped forward, the blood dripped from her mouth into a puddle on the floor, I could tell she had been getting her ass beat for a while. But where were the twins and who was this nigga? She hadn't looked like she had any fight left. I crept down the hall, with my piece pointed at that niggas dome while he leaned over waving his pistol in her face. I fired, he fired, neither shot could be heard, his bullet went into the ceiling. I soon heard Christy's voice at the door, "Orlando, Im Tonisha..."
We was finna have to off his ass too.