“Bitch, I’ll knock—” He and his mother jumped back when I pulled my gun out. “Put your hands on me and I promise your mama gonna have to do CPR. Don’t ever threaten to do anything to me.” I moved past them until I was in the living room near the front door. Tiny was shaking in her damn boots as she stared at me holding the gun. “She pulled a gun out on us,” she shrieked in disbelief like I was aiming the gun directly her way. “You got it, Gangsta… I promise you won’t get a second chance to pull a gun on me and my mama.”
