With my knee in the chair and crouched down so I was out the window, I cocked the gun back and aimed at the bike beside her. I wasn’t worried about her; I wanted her for myself. It was clear she wanted me, and the feeling was mutual. As she got closer to us, I remembered the bike. It was the same bike that sent those bullets into Ellis that was meant for Quameer. She took a God from us, so she had to answer to me. Not Capri, or anyone else, she had to answer from the Queen.
that’s cherish’s hoe ass
