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in pain because he was jerking my arm wildly.
    “Nigga let me go!”
    My purse dangled in the crook of my arm. I had to get him to calm down so I could grab my gun out of my bag and shoot his ass. Up close, I was no match for a man his size.
    “Answer me bitch! Is he out there?!” Spit flew from his hairy mouth.
    “No!” I yelled back.
    Once he took several more glances out the window, he finally let my arm go.
    “What the fuck you doin’ here?” He pointed a thick finger at me.
    I held my purse in front of me. “I came to see Khalil.” I glared at him.
    Roman looked out the window again and I took that opportunity to retrieve my gun, however before I could pull it out his head whipped back toward me. He covered the few feet that separated us in no time and seized my wrist. He ripped my purse from me and threw me on the ground. From my floor seat, I saw him pull out my nine millimeter and point my own gun at me menacingly. He held my piece in his left hand.
    “Bitch you tryna shoot me?! Can’t no bitch like you kill a real ass nigga!” He flexed his chest muscles.
    I chuckled sadistically at him. “A real ass nigga? Is that why you’re hiding behind closed curtains? You all scared and shit ‘cuz you know my real ass nigga is lookin’ for yo ass. He got you stuck in the crib like you on house arrest. I don’t see no ankle bracelet around your ashy ass calf.” I looked at his black corduroy house shoes and white socks.
    “Fuck you and that nigga! I ain’t hiding from no muthafuckin’ body!” He kept my gun, but threw my purse down on the floor next to me.
    I continued taunting him. My aim was to make him confess to the shooting so I could tell Tyce for sure it was him. I started to put my plan into action.
    “You ever wonder ed why I never gave you no pussy? Huh? You ever asked yourself why I won’t even let you sniff it? It’s because I like real men. Real men with cucumber sized dicks, not carrots.”
    That dick comment really made him mad. I could see his buttery eyes turn red with fury. Khalil told me a long time ago that Roman had a crush on me, and now I was using that inside information against him.
    I licked my lips slow and deliberate and opened my legs slightly. “This pussy belongs to Tyce. The hardest nigga in L.A. I saw him get shot five times last month and shake it off like nothin’. That’s why I fuck with him…and not you.”
    Roman’s wide nostrils flared as he stared at my crotch lustfully.
    “He got shot two times,” h e corrected me.
    “How the fuck you know? You’ve been in the house all summer.” I waved my hand nonchalantly.
    “I know ‘cuz I’m the one who shot that pussy ass nigga. So you can stop tellin’ stories like the muthafucka is Super Man or some shit. That nigga caught two hot ones to the back and dropped like a stone.” Roman stood over me. “I saw you shooting at me screaming your lil’ head off. Lucky for me you can’t shoot straight, or I might not be here.”
    I smiled on the inside as my plan came to fruition. It never failed, as soon as you insult a niggas manhood, he tries to defend it by being more mannish.
    “I don’t believe you, ” I lied.
    “Oh , you can believe that shit. And there’s somethin’ else I want you to know too.”
    Roman pulled down his extra-large grey sweats around his furry thighs and held his dick in his rough right hand.
    “I don’t have a carrot sized dick. I gotta big black ass cucumber bitch.”
    Roman started to stroke himself to life as he kept my gun pointed at me.
    “Don’t you move, or I’ll shoot you five times.” He snorted at his own humor.
    I was forced to lay there and watch him stroke his dick over and over again. He pointed the gun at my chest and licked his crackly lips.
    “Lift your shirt up so I can see them titties.”
    “Fuck you!” I spat back.
    Roman fired a bullet in the wood floor board near my left knee cap.
    “Do it!” He barked.
    I swallowed hard and reluctantly lifted up my