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“Can I sit down?”

“No, Motherfucker, your sitting days are over. The only thing I want to see you do is lie down dead.”

The gun in her hand was unwavering.

There was no more conversation until the doorbell rang.

Lauren came running down the stairs. “Is anyone going to answer the door?”

“Bitch, get the door,” Annette said to Lauren.

The human body sometimes takes a while to adjust to certain situations. “Annette, what’s going on here? Please put the gun away and leave Donald alone.” Lauren’s eyes were swollen.

“Lauren, don’t get me angry. You know what happens when you get me angry. Please go and open the door.”

Lauren went over to the door and opened it.

Donna pushed Lauren aside and stepped into the house as if she owned the place.

She came straight over to me, her face contorted in anger. “I told you not to try to fuck me.”

“Long time, no see, Donna,” I said with a smirk on my face.

“What’s going on here?!” Lauren shouted.

“Bitch, shut the fuck up,” Annette and Donna said in unison.

“This is theatrical,” I said.

“Donald, where is the money?” Donna asked.

“I see you gave Miss Ugly a taste of your pussy and she got hooked,” I said.

“Donna, let me shoot his ass now,” Annette demanded.

“Annette, you ugly bitch, shut the fuck up and give me that damn gun.” Donna stretched her hand out for the gun.

Annette handed the gun over to Donna. “I’m sorry, Donna, but you heard what he said to me.”

Lauren had made her way over to Annette. She now stood between Annette and Donna.

Donna started to move toward me with the gun in her hand. “I’m going to shoot you in the kneecaps; then I’m going to work my way up. Donald, what the fuck was going through your mind? You thought that you could play me?”

“I’m sorry, Donna, but my wife and I slept together because we wanted another child. I had too much on my mind.”

Annette turned blue or whatever color black people turned when they were angry. She grabbed Lauren by the throat. “Bitch, you slept with him and you’re pregnant.”

Lauren started to cry. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Annette.”

I brought my hands back and started to push my waist forward in a jerking motion.

“I fucked her good, too. You should’ve been there, Annette. I guarantee you that we’ll have a daughter in eight months.”

Annette held Lauren up by the throat with one hand as she brought her other hand up with the force of anger and hate. She repeatedly punched Lauren in the stomach until blood started to ooze from Lauren’s mouth. She let go of Lauren and Lauren fell down to the floor.

“You bitches are…”

Donna had turned around to see the action between Lauren and Annette and that gave me the opportunity I needed. I leapt across the floor, crossing the space between Donna and me within mere seconds. I grabbed the gun from Donna’s hand as my hand descended on her mouth, sending a tooth flying out of her mouth. Donna’s body crumpled to the floor.

“You motherfucker!” Annette screamed as she jumped onto my back, grabbing my hand that held the gun and shaking it. I tried to throw her off my back, but she held on tightly to my neck. I started to spin her round and round but she held on even tighter.

“You killed my daughter!” Lauren screamed.

For me to turn around to face the lunging Lauren would require at least a few seconds. It was time I didn’t have.

“What the…” It was all I heard from Annette, then the hold she had on my neck was no more. Slowly, she slid off my back onto the floor. I turned around and there Lauren stood with a bloody, nine-inch knife in her hand. Annette lay on the ground, her eyes opened wide but vacant, blood flowing freely down her back. The knife had penetrated her back and gone through her heart.

I put the gun into my waistband. “I’m leaving.”

Lauren looked at me as if she was seeing me for the first time. “You really didn’t want me to have your child, did you?”

I shook my head. “There’s enough pain in this world. We don’t need to bring more. We were blessed with Emerald. I think that