Free Murder Mamas by Ashley Antoinette Page A

believe you talked to Macy Sigel like that. I heard stories about that nigga. He is a hood legend. I heard that Macy shot off a nigga’s finger for stealing ten dollars from him. Ten measly-ass dollars!” Fruit said, only pouring fuel on Boomer’s fire.
    Boomer knew that Fruit was telling the truth because Boomer was in the car when Macy rolled up on the guy who had shorted him. Macy thought Boomer was asleep, but he was playing possum and saw the whole thing. He was only nine years old at the time.
    â€œMacy ain’t shit. He ain’t a real street nigga. But me, I’m a street nigga to the core. I’ma show his ass a li’l something. He want to disrespect me in front of all of those people; I’ll show him,” Boomer stated as a thousand and one ideas bombarded his thoughts.
    He began to think sinisterly, and he quickly began to think about the stash that Macy had hidden in a safe behind a painting on the wall. Macy used to stash his street money there back in the day, but after he began to get into politics, he let it sit. Boomer had recently begun to chip off of the stash, knowing Macy wouldn’t find out. But now Boomer had a better idea. He wanted to take the whole stash. It was over a million dollars in the oversized duffle bag—all dirty money.
    â€œWant to get some money?” Boomer asked, hoping his right-hand man was down for what he had in store.
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    Aries sat back in her car and watched through binoculars as two guys came out of Macy’s residence with two large duffle bags. She had been camped a few houses down from Macy’s gated residence, trying to think of a plan to get him.
    Who are these niggas? Aries thought to herself as she saw the men stuff the duffle bags in the back of a silver Benz and then get into the car. She looked closely as she camped out, trying to find the best angle to get to Macy.
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    Macy and Fatima came in the house, both in laughter as they enjoyed a good joke. They had a wonderful dinner and enjoyed a long stroll along the beach as they reminisced about old times. Macy immediately went to the security pad that was on the wall and pushed in a code, disabling the alarm. He then flicked the light switch on and then off, signaling his bodyguard that they were in safe. Macy looked out of his window and saw his driver and head bodyguard pull off.
    â€œI had a wonderful time, Macy Sigel,” Fatima said as she crept up and hugged him from behind. She smiled, closed her eyes, and rested her head on his back. Macy turned around and looked in Fatima’s eyes.
    â€œYou are the love of my life. I am happy to have celebrated fifteen years with you as my beautiful bride,” Macy said in his deep baritone. He leaned down and began to passionately kiss his wife.
    They both felt the electricity in the air and the sexual tension had been building up all day. Macy slowly reached his hand behind Fatima and unzipped her dress. Fatima’s favorite black dress fell to ground, and Macy stepped back to enjoy the view. She was still as beautiful as the first day he had met her. She wore no panties and had on a lace Victoria’s Secret bra. The expensive bra held up her perky silicone breasts that Macy had purchased for her birthday a couple years back. The sight was eye candy to Macy, and he was ready to lick the sweet specimen that stood before him.
    Fatima did a little pose, showing off her great body, and released her fake tits from her bra. Her erect nipples pointed straight forward as she squeezed and jiggled them. She turned around and headed to the bedroom, purposely switching hard so her man could get a peepshow.
    Macy grabbed his pole that began to rise in his slacks as he licked his lips, putting LL Cool J to shame. The sound of his wife’s stilettos clicking against the marble floor drove him even crazier as he imagined himself lying beneath her as she rode him slowly. Fatima grabbed a bottle of wine off of the