Fabian punched Miamor with so much force that her jaw collapsed on the right side. She felt the weight of her face as her jaw caved in. She cringed, absorbed the pain, recited the Lord’s Prayer in her mind, and then spit the teeth and blood onto the floor. She sat up straight and prepared herself for what was in store. She hoped for a quick death, but she knew that it was not going to happen, so she breathed deep squared her shoulders and forced herself to open her eyes, ignoring the agonizing pain from the chemicals in her eyes. She stared Fabian directly in the eyes and smirked. This nigga ain’t a killer. He’ll never be like me. Fuck it! If I’ma go out, it ain’t gon’ be on my knees. “Fuck you!”
Prologue
“I’m going to kill you, bitch!” Fabian threatened as he prepared to finish the job that Mecca had started. Miamor’s body was giving up on her. She shook violently from the cold that was settling in. It’s so cold… so cold! she thought as her teeth chattered. Death loomed in the air like an elephant in the room. She could feel death coming. She didn’t fear it-unlike the bitch nigga in front of her-she embraced her fate. She smiled slightly, because she knew that she would see Fabian in hell and wouldn’t hesitate to get it popping. Even in death, she would be sure she had the last laugh.
She couldn’t fight Fabian off of her. She was too weak, and on this day, she felt it in her soul that she was going to die. She knew that she was at a disadvantage. For the first time in her life, she was the weak one. She was at the mercy of the man in front of her, and to make matters worse, she was personally responsible for his strife, so he had something to prove. Miamor knew how niggas thought, and by cutting off his dick, she had robbed him of his manhood. His pride was wounded, and because of that, he would show her no mercy.