Free The Cartel 2: Tale of the Murda Mamas by Ashley & JaQuavis Page B

thoughts and couldn’t picture the attentive man I had come to know killing anybody, but then the look of rage that I had witnessed in his eyes the night of my party flashed through my mind.
“I will murder a nigga over you!”
he had said. I could hear his words as if he was in my ear whispering them at that very moment. Syllable by syllable, the phrase replayed in my mind. At the time I thought he was being overprotective, but now I knew that he had meant every word he had spoken. It was something flattering about the fact that he would take a risk like that over me. Instead of feeling fear, I smiled, but quickly wiped it off my face so Anisa wouldn’t take notice.
    I felt the car jerk as she hit her breaks suddenly, and cut off her headlights. “There that nigga go right there. What the fuck is he doing way out here? He gone make me beat a bitch ass!” Anisa threatened. She was so blind with rage that she was not making sense.
    As I looked around, I frowned. We were pulling onto a dead end street. There was nothing around us but old, abandoned buildings. “Anisa, I think you’re taking this too far,” I finally spoke up.
    “I’m not trying to hear all that. All I know is if he’s meeting a bitch here, I’m gon’ fuck some shit up,” she said.
    I sighed and noticed lights approaching from behind
    “Get down. Here comes somebody,” she said.
    We inched down in our seats until the car had passed us, and noticed that it was stopping directly next to Murder’s vehicle. The brake lights came on, and somebody stepped out of the car. It was hard to see because all of the street lights were busted out in this part of town.
    “I can’t see shit,” Anisa whispered. “Can you see who just got out of the car?”
    “I can only see Murder,” I replied.
    “Fuck this!” Anisa said. She got out of the car and shouted, “Murder, what the fuck is going on?”
    “Nigga, you trying to set me up?” I heard a man’s voice yell out angrily.
    I scrambled to turn on the headlights because I still couldn’t see what was going on. Finally, I turned the lights on, illuminating the dead end.
    Murder reached for his pistol, but before he could pull it from his waistline, the guy Murder had been meeting withdrew first, pointing a chrome .45 in Murder’s face.
    “No!” I heard Anisa scream as she ran toward the scene.
    “Anisa!” I yelled after her as I got out of the car.
    Murder rushed the dude who had to be twice his size, and his sneak attack caused the guy’s gun to slide across the concrete.
    “Murder!” Anisa cried out as she watched the two men tussle on the ground
    Murder finally pulled his gun, but the dude wasn’t giving up easily. He grabbed Murder’s wrists and used his weight to his advantage as they struggled for power, both knowing that whoever ended up with the steel in their hands at the end was the only one leaving the scene alive.
    Anisa ran straight into the confrontation, grabbing the guy by the shirt. He flung her to the ground and muscled the gun away from Murder.
    I ran as fast as I could toward them. My flip flops came off halfway there and the gravel dug into the bottom of my feet as I sprinted toward my sister. He had the gun pointed their way, but never saw me coming. I picked up a brick and smashed it against the side of his face with all my might. It was like an ant going against a giant, because although it dazed him, it didn’t stop him from firing the gun. He slapped the shit out of me, sending me flying to the ground. I landed on my stomach, something hard digging into my side as I heard the gun shots ring out.
    Boom! Boom!
    “No!” I screamed. I felt Murder’s gun directly underneath me and I grabbed it without thinking, and still lying on the ground, I scrambled backwards and fired.
    Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
    The dude dropped instantly and in the blink of an eye, and behind some beef that I did not even own, I’d caught my second body.
    Flashes of Perry came back to me. I