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  “You see Shayna, you should’ve stayed away. Instead you had to follow me. You had to come here to fuck wit’ my child. Bitch, that’s the worst mistake you could’ve made.”

  “What do you want from me? Is it money, I got plenty of that. Please I promise, I’ll leave you the fuck alone. I got lots of money,” she pleaded.

  This strong bitch suddenly wasn’t looking too strong. Blood gushed from her pussy as I took out the gun.

  I got closer to her face and looked her dead in the eyes. “No bitch, I don’t want yo’ fucking money. What I wanted was fo’ you to take yo’ old stupid ass away from Alijah and I, but you couldn’t respect that he didn’t want yo’ old dried up pussy ass. You had to fuck our lives up.”

  I then fired three shots into her torso.

  “Noooo!” She screamed out. I stood over her and fired the rest of my clip into her body.

  I looked at Azir, who was standing in the doorway. “Let’s go.”

  He walked over to her and fired one shot between her eyes. That took the last breath out of her body.

  I dialed a number. “Come on in.”

  “Who is that?”

  “Your grandma.”

  “What? But sh…sh…she umm—”

  “No time to talk ‘bout that. Let’s get to work and get out of here. Go open the door.”

  “Oh, I thought you’d never call. Here go the acid.” She emptied three bottles of acid on the body. We watched as this hoe’s skin melted away. I ain’t goin’ lie; I almost threw up, but I didn’t. I couldn’t afford for my DNA to be all over the scene.

  “Listen Azir, you need to gather anything of importance and get outta here. Go to the house and wait ‘til I get there,” I yelled as loud as I could, with everything in me.

  This fucking boy was so hard-headed; I wanted to knock his head off, but I didn’t have time and I needed to get out of here. After he left, Jeanette handed me a bottle of gasoline, and I sprinkled it all over the condo. I made sure the body was unidentifiable. I lit the torch and threw it on her body. Once the fire started, I closed the door and I ran downstairs.

  I calmly walked to the car, where Jeanette was waiting. I switched places with Jeanette. Just in case something jumped off, I was the better driver. I got in and she pulled off. I took off my thermal, which smelled like gasoline. I was kind of worried ‘bout the neighbors, so I borrowed Jeanette’s prepaid phone and dialed 911.

  On our way out of the subdivision, I heard sirens coming toward the condo. I drove carefully without bringing any kind of attention to ourselves. I waited until I got out of the area and was back on my side of town, to call Azir; he was at my house waiting on us.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Sierra Rogers

  “Are you ready to go? Your plane leaves out at seven a.m. and you have to be there three hours in advance.”

  “Yeah, I’m set. I still don’t want to go; I need to be here for you.”

  “Sit down,” I motioned for Azir to sit on the bed.

  “I’m yo’ mama, it don’t matter where in the world you are, we will always be connected. I lost your daddy and I damn sure ain’t goin’ lose you too,” I said as the tears flowed down my face.

  “Ma, you know what? I love you woman; your strength and courage is what gets me through most days. I love you with e’erything in me.” He hugged me so tight I could barely breathe.

  “Umm. Sorry to break up this love session, but my grandbaby it’s time to go,” Jeanette said. I could tell she was crying too.

  We arrived at the airport just in time for him to check in. I don’t know where I found the strength to walk him to check in. I stood there and watched as my lifeline, my only seed, my heartbeat walked away from my life and into his future; he was headed to England.

  “Come on baby, let’s go home. He will always have a part of you in his heart and vice versa. Let’s go home.”

  I collapsed into Jeanette’s arms. My heart was broken and I needed her strength.

  “Ma! My baby is gone, he’s gone,” I cried.

  “Baby girl, he not gone, he only went on a long vacation. You didn’t have to bury him.” She rubbed my back.

  “Listen Ma, I know I never told you, but you’re my rock. I don’t know where I would be without you right now. I love you.”

  “Baby girl, I love you too.” She took my hand into hers and we walked out into the brisk air.

  “Sierra, cut the television on. Hurry.”

  My heart jumped; it couldn’t be anything good.

  “The Atlanta Police Department gave us this sketch earlier. This person is considered a person of interest in the murder of Dwayne McKenzie. If you recognize this person or have any information about his whereabouts, please contact the APD. Do not approach him, as he is considered dangerous and might be armed,” the news reporter said. A sketch of a man was posted on the screen, along with a number to call Crime Stoppers.

  Jeanette walked into the den and looked at me. No words were needed as we both recognized the photo.

  “God, please protect my baby,” I whispered.

  “I’m going to bed. Long day.” I cut off the television and walked upstairs.

  Will it ever end, or will this be another saga of heartbreak and hurt, I thought as I dozed off