Wifey: Part 2

“Bebo, she ain’t got nothing to do with anything. Let her go!” Jasmine pleaded as Narjara scratched and clawed at Bebo’s muscular arms, trying to free herself from his grip.

Bebo’s arms were cutting off Narjara’s air supply, and she felt like she was going to pass out at any moment.

Two minutes later Bebo’s boys were back in the living room.

“We can’t find the stash, but look at this shit we found, yo.” One of Bebo’s henchmen handed him FBI Agent Battle’s card.

“What the fuck!” Bebo screamed at Jasmine and Narjara. “You snitchin’? This bitch is a fed?”

Bebo began to apply so much pressure to Narjara’s neck, he was almost on the verge of snapping the bones in it. Narjara’s face was blood red, and her eyes looked as if they were bulging out of their sockets.

“No. No, she’s—”

BLAOW!

Narjara’s limp body fell to the living room floor like a bag of bricks from the gun blast that had entered the right side of her temple and exited the left. Her blood and brains splattered all across the walls and floor of the living room.

“AHHHHH! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” Jasmine screamed, trembling with fear. She couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed.

“Bitch, I’m asking you one more time—Where the fuck is the stash at?” Bebo asked like a coldblooded hitman. Bebo was furious with Nico, but at the same time he wanted to get his hands on that pure heroin that he had sold to Twist, and he was desperate to find out where he had stashed it.

Jasmine, frozen in fear, wanted to tell Bebo where Nico’s two safes were, but she was so afraid for her life, the words simply would not form in her mouth.

She started to backpedal. She was seconds from turning and bolting up the stairs, where she was going to attempt to jump out of a window to safety. She knew she was looking at death, but the only thing she could think of was surviving.

Bebo was like a man possessed. As soon as Jasmine took two steps backwards, without warning, he raised his gun and pointed it at her and fired twice.

BLAOW! BLAOW!

Jasmine had raised her hands in the hair in a defensive motion, but it didn’t stop the first bullet from ripping through her right hand and causing blood to splatter everywhere. The second bullet pierced her neck and spun her around, and her body went crashing to the floor. She lay face down, motionless, and bleeding about fifteen feet away from her friend.

Bebo surveyed the room one last time, making sure that Narjara and Jasmine were both dead. “Let’s get the fuck up outta here and find that bitch-ass nigga.”

He used his baggy shirt to wipe his fingerprints off the gun he had just used. He then walked over to Narjara and knelt down beside her, still holding the gun with his shirt. He then took hold of Narjara’s limp right hand and positioned it so that she was gripping the gun.

He chuckled. “It’s fucked up how that bitch shot Jasmine and then killed herself,” he said to his two partners in crime.

After he’d said that, he and his two hitmen hustled out of the house, got into an all-black Lexus, and sped away.

Six

Mia and Nico landed safely in Las Vegas, and they took a car service to the Wynn Resort hotel. They checked into a deluxe top-floor corner suite with a panoramic view.

As soon as the couple stepped foot in the room, Mia said, “Oh, my God! Baby, I love this!”

The suite had floor-to-ceiling windows and a fantastic view of the Las Vegas strip. They were up so high, Mia felt like she was on top of the world.

“Nothing but the best,” Nico said.

Mia kissed him on the lips, and she went to explore the other parts of the suite.

Nico was exhausted. He sat down on the couch and put his feet up on the ottoman. He smiled when he heard an excited scream come from the bathroom.

“Oversized Turkish towels! I loves it!” she said as she looked at

all of the bathroom amenities.

Nico was ready to doze off and get like an hour of sleep before heading out shopping with Mia, but first he wanted to charge his prepaid cell phone so he could check in with BJ. He plugged it in and set it on the dining table.