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pulse!”
    LeShelle is still alive.
    NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! My scream ricochets inside of my head as I tumble into darkness in despair.

3
    Qiana
    â€œW HAAAAAH! WHAAAAH!”
    Out here in the middle of nowhere on a hidden rocky gravel road, I lift a baby out of its dead momma’s belly as bile rushes up and burns my throat. I choke that shit down. I ain’t no punk-bitch. When I set out to do a job, my ass follows through. I’m taking one hell of a risk doing this job for Queen G LeShelle. After all, Queen Gs and Flowers don’t mix— ever.
    But I’m the one who brokered this deal. I wanted that pip-squeak Essence to stop sniffing around Profit. After all, he is Vice Lord royalty. That’s something that even he forgot when he dipped his dick in that GD trash, Ta’Shara. I’m playing a dangerous game aligning with LeShelle on this hit. After all, word on the street is she’s the deadly bitch that put both her sister and Profit in separate hospitals, but sometimes the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
    I dropped dime that Essence was two-timing the sets—which was true.The lil blood clot had struck some kind of deal with our main gangsta bitch, Lucifer, and in turn, the VL fam was ordered not to touch her. However, I learned a long time ago that there is a way around everything—but there’s also a cost.
    LeShelle didn’t waste a second blazing that snitch, Essence, but in return, she wanted me to get rid of one of her man’s jump-offs, Yolanda. Problem was: LeShelle failed to mention that the bitch was pregnant—and not just kinda pregnant. This yellow heifer was due to shit this baby out any day.
    That’s when it hits me that my ass needs some insurance. I trust that LeShelle about as far as I can throw her ass. Any bitch that will order her own sister’s rape is a bad bitch and one you’ll have to constantly look over your shoulder for.
    â€œWHAAAAH! WHAAAH!”
    My God, this damn thing has the strongest set of lungs I’ve ever heard. “Somebody get me something to wipe this shit off.”
    My Flowers, Lil Bit, Tyneshia, and Adaryl, who’d been standing back while I carve this bastard out of this dead bitch, slink farther away. I glance over my shoulder and stare their asses down. “Are you bitches hard of hearing or something?”
    At seeing the grayish black umbilical cord stretching between momma and baby, Adaryl slaps a hand over her mouth, turns, and then spills her guts all over the dusty, gravel road.
    Fuckin’ pussy. I roll my eyes. Sometimes I wonder why the hell I even bother with these tricks. “Just look in the backseat. I got some clothes back there.”
    â€œWHAAAAH. WHAAAAAH.”
    â€œDamn, muthafucka. Shut up.” I slice through the spongy cord and more shit splatters everywhere.
    Lil Bit is the first to toss up her hands. “Yo, Qiana. This shit is foul.You didn’t say shit about this bitch being pregnant and you certainly didn’t say nothin’ about cuttin’ no baby out.”
    â€œWHAAAAAH! WHAAAH!”
    â€œWhatever. The shit is done now. Put on your big girl panties and move your ass.”
    Their shifty eyes look everywhere but at me. I jump up and step away from the dead bitch on the ground as thunder booms overhead and lightning lights up the night sky.
    â€œAwww shit. This is a bad muthafuckin’ sign,” Tyneshia says, backing away. “This is some demonic cursed shit. Our asses is gonna go to hell for this.You can miss my ass with all this shit.”
    â€œI don’t fucking believe you scared-ass pussies. You call yourselves Flowers—the baddest bitches locking down the VL family?” I stare each one of them down, including Adaryl’s puking ass, to let them know how disgusted I am. “All y’all ever talk about is how y’all want to be big bitches that did big thangs. Now here’s the chance of a lifetime and this is how you