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chin when you burped it. I even knew to tape a silver dollar over the belly button so it wouldn’t stick out like a door knob. On paper I was ready, but in reality I was sweating bullets at the thought of being a first time father.
              One thing was for sure. I would be a trillion times better to my child than my punk ass sperm donor had been to me. I was as happy as a project family with a winning lottery ticket because Diego was sentenced to 25 to life in prison. I made sure of it by dropping off an anonymous briefcase filled with 300,000 dollars to a certain judge. I paid his clerk 5,000 dollars to make sure he got it. That was the best money I ever spent.
              Keeping my family safe was my number one priority and I definitely felt a little safer knowing he was behind bars. Now, if he pressed me or tried to send some rent a thugs after me and mine-I would arrange for his throat to be slashed in the shower.
              I had the house to myself for the afternoon. Angelique just called me on her phone to let me know that after she got her necklace cleaned she was going shoe shopping at the Crenshaw Mall. I asked her to pick me up a pair of limited edition yellow Jordan’s. Being addicted to shoes wasn’t just a woman’s problem. I had over 200 pairs of brand new sneakers in my closet.
     
     
     
     
    Ding Ding
     
        Before I got out my car I put Vaseline on my face, put my hair up in a pony tail, tied my Nike Shocks, and took off all my jewelry. It was five minutes to three so I hurried up and walked my round ass inside the mall. I had tunnel vision as I hiked through the shopping center. My eyes were straight ahead and the only person I was checking for was Dallas Mitchell.
              I made a left and proceeded down the long hallway toward the rest rooms. I hadn’t seen my weak ass opponent yet. Maybe she was waiting on me to walk in. I thought I heard someone calling my name, but when I turned around nobody was there. I took a deep breath and walked inside. To my surprise Dallas was already there leaning against the towel dispenser. She was wearing a black running suit with matching Reeboks. Her hair was also pulled back in a ponytail and there weren’t any earrings in her ears either. The white sink served as a make shift night stand with her purse sitting on top.
“Damn, you are fat.” Dallas pointed at her stomach.
    I didn’t respond to the insult. I just casually turned on the faucet and rinsed my hands. I didn’t bother drying them off because a wet slap, or punch stung much more than a dry one. There was only about 15 feet between us and that short distance was becoming smaller by the second as I walked briskly toward Dallas. Pushing herself off the dispenser Dallas didn’t wait for me to reach her. She charged full speed ahead darting a right jab at my face that barely missed my forehead. Dallas swung again with her left hand which I caught in midair. The weight advantage went to me, and I used that to my benefit driving the lighter Dallas backward and slamming her body into the dingy wall. Dallas grabbed the end of my ponytail and yanked my head down. Her downward tug was halted when I countered by grabbing her tightly around the neck then squeezed with both hands. Dallas tried her best to snatch my hair from the roots, but the grip on her neck was breath taking.
              She struggled to breathe as my damp hands constricted her throat and pinched her Adams apple. I was trying to choke her to death and I was slowly succeeding. Dallas tried desperately to break the strangle hold by grabbing my wrists, but that only made the deathly grip tighter. Her face was beginning to turn red. Panic started to out run reason as she fought for a little sip of oxygen. My teeth were clinched as I put all my strength in my two hands and choked the shit out of Dallas.
“I’ll kill you bitch! I’ll fuckin’ murder your ass!”
              Death was right around the corner