Jada sighted the bastard sneaking on his knees heading for the door. Her lips were tilted by a nasty smirk as her eyes grew cold and darker.
She followed him on slowly watching him crawl like the coward he was.
She waited till he thought he was home free to stop him.
" Going somewhere? " She asked in a low menacing tone using the low heels of her black boots to press him down from the back.
Smith faced squeezed in agony and humiliation, he turned to use his gun but he wasn't quick enough.
The lady above him pressed the heel of her boot hard on his fingers dislodging the gun.
" You bitch, " he screamed in pain.
A wicked smile curved Jada's lips at the scream of pain from the bastard.
" You don't really think it was going to be this wasy, " she said squatting beside him so that she was close to his head and her lips near his ear.
" I am going to kill you bitch, " Smith hurled in a threatening tone at the woman above him.
