"Pick up my bottles," the elder removed a bike chain from under her tattered coat. She whipped the chain across his waist. Andre fired his gun into her ear. Some people on the bus ran off the bus, tripping down the stairs while the others forced the side door open. He shot the woman a couple more times.
He killed her, Nachine thought.The murder sent no mess to back off to the drug dealers.Young fool brought into the cops our private drug world. She could be killed just another number add to the homicide count. Her legacy of what she had done in the drug game forgotten. How did she get behind in this new game that had given the runners the power to go ahead and kill at will.? Constance had become a curse to her. She knew death wouldn't pass her by anymore.
Nachine left the restaurant, running among the people still scrambling from the gunshots. She snuck into a party store. Taking a deep breath in, she smelled cold cuts and pepperoni pizza. She hoovered over the glass showcase, grinning.
"Would you like a slice of pizza? The guy asked her. Nachine noticed his ponytail draped over his shoulder touching the cold cuts. His V-neck exposed tight thick curly hair on his chest. He was underwear less. Guessing anyone could tell the same hair was on his genital area, Nachine thought observing him bending down with his pants sliding to his thighs. He stared out the window as Andre slowed the Seville close to entrance door. Nachine tossed the bags behind the beer display and reached for her money. "Just have pepperoni?"
"I've got cheese, sauce and dough one," he said pointing to the pizza next to the pepperoni. Nachine hadn't noticed it.
"I'll take pepperoni."
The clerk went to plate the pizza after the Seville moved from his view. "I don't need trouble."
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