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Prologue - Genavie
The minute I got into the
car, I leaned my head back into the seat, and closed my eyes. Thoughts of her
betrayal flashed through my mind. I desired to give her ass a pass but she made
the decision to betray my love and trust. ....
See, where I am from its
either kill or be killed. Kill them before they get a chance to kill you. Would
my girl ever have enough heart to pull the trigger on me? Hell, I did not know. I refused to wait until
her gun was in my face to find out. ....
My heart pounded feverishly
limiting my lungs from expanding. I gasped for air. “Can somebody please turn
on the damn air? This damn car is so stuffy.”
“Why are you so uptight and
cranky?” Slim questioned me. ....
“I just have a lot on my
mind,” I responded, pulling my backpack off the car floor, I wavered over my
decision. I played with my sista hood chain. ....
I pulled out my Raven MP-.25.
I caressed her in my lap like a newborn child. She was a gift of love from the
man who loves me unconditionally. I smiled inside thinking about my man.
“What’s on yo mind?” Slim
questioned me. ....
He peered at me through the
rearview mirror. How could I say, I was wrestling with the notion of killin’ my
best friend? Therefore, I just remained quiet. When did we grow so far apart? ....
Why didn’t I notice my best
friend was spinning out of control? Did I ever know her or did I just know of
her? ....
Nobody can change this
drastically in a year. Well. Hell. I did. So, enough said. ....
Slim chuckled. “Hope you are
not going to tell me, Killer.” ....
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car, I leaned my head back into the seat, and closed my eyes. Thoughts of her
betrayal flashed through my mind. I desired to give her ass a pass but she made
the decision to betray my love and trust. ....
See, where I am from its
either kill or be killed. Kill them before they get a chance to kill you. Would
my girl ever have enough heart to pull the trigger on me? Hell, I did not know. I refused to wait until
her gun was in my face to find out. ....
My heart pounded feverishly
limiting my lungs from expanding. I gasped for air. “Can somebody please turn
on the damn air? This damn car is so stuffy.”
“Why are you so uptight and
cranky?” Slim questioned me. ....
“I just have a lot on my
mind,” I responded, pulling my backpack off the car floor, I wavered over my
decision. I played with my sista hood chain. ....
I pulled out my Raven MP-.25.
I caressed her in my lap like a newborn child. She was a gift of love from the
man who loves me unconditionally. I smiled inside thinking about my man.
“What’s on yo mind?” Slim
questioned me. ....
He peered at me through the
rearview mirror. How could I say, I was wrestling with the notion of killin’ my
best friend? Therefore, I just remained quiet. When did we grow so far apart? ....
Why didn’t I notice my best
friend was spinning out of control? Did I ever know her or did I just know of
her? ....
Nobody can change this
drastically in a year. Well. Hell. I did. So, enough said. ....
Slim chuckled. “Hope you are
not going to tell me, Killer.” ....
To finish reading this click on Read More
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