Payback Is a Mutha Read Online Free PDF Page B

can’t wait to see you.”
    “I can’t wait to see you either. You been dreamin’ about fuckin’ me or that bitch Beyoncé?”
    “Be who?”
    “Nigga, don’t play with me!” she joked. “I’ma step into your dreams and beat that bitch’s ass and then I’ma beat yours!”
    “You know I only dream about makin’ love to you. You love me?”
    “Always and forever.”

4
SHADEE
    “W hat the fuck is this fool doing?” Hook laid on the horn as the forest green Hummer blocked him in. “Move the fuck outta the way!” he yelled.
    “Shit, Hook, this looks like the jackers are gettin’ jacked!” Rob said as he cocked his glock. “Ain’t this a bitch! We bout to get jacked! Fuck! I told you we should have brought some more bodies for this nigga.” Rob’s adrenaline was pumping. Just the two of them were supposed to rob Shadee.
    No sooner than those words left his mouth the car was surrounded. “Shadee is lying in the backseat!” Doc screamed in disbelief. Pop! Pop! He fired. “These niggas is busted!” Pop! Pop! The gunfire rang and glass shattered everywhere. Doc was hit in the arm while Rob, sitting on the passenger side, was hit in the head, the bullet bursting his head wide open. Two bullets caught Hook in the shoulder as he screamed out in pain. Glass and blood was all over. The windows on the passenger and driver sides were gone. The front windshield was all cracked up.
    Hook was yelling like a bitch. “Shut up, nigga!” Teraney punched Hook in the face. “Move the fuck over!” He pushed him. “Get from under the fuckin’ wheel!” Teraney pushed Hook over and jumped in the driver’s seat. He was sitting on top of Rob’s dead body.
    Hook figured that he could get away since he saw that they were occupied with Shadee. He reached in his sock and pulled out his little .22 and pressed it to Teraney’s temple. “Let me out right now, or I’m taking this chump with me! Ossssh! Ahhhh!” Hook yelled as Teraney knocked the gun from his hand. Slim crushed a piece of glass into his cheek. He was still yelling as the blood gushed out.
    “You dummy!” Teraney said as he shook his head in disgust. “What was you planning to do with that little shit?”
    “Shadee still breathing y’all!” Doc yelled as he felt his pulse. “We gotta move from this spot. Pop the trunk! Get something and tie my arm, I gotta stop this bleeding.” He was barking orders. In a matter of minutes they threw Rob’s dead body in the trunk and put Shadee in the Hummer. Teraney, Slim, Hook, and Jo Jo rode in Shadee’s Benz. Doc didn’t want to go to the hospital because he had a friend who could attend to his bullet wound.
    “We gotta get Sha to the hospital.” Slim said.
    “Naw, fuck the hospital. Get him to a street doctor,” Doc ordered.
    “He almost dead man. By the time we find the street doctor he’ll be gone.” Slim looked at Teraney and Jo Jo for help.
    “I’m with Raney. Fuck the hospital, we’ll be taking a chance,” Jo Jo added.
    “We taking a chance either way. It’s best to be safe instead of sorry. Fuck that. Let’s get him to a hospital!”
    “Hell, naw! He ain’t going to no hospital,” Doc yelled.
    “We wasting time and you hurt. Let’s do something instead of arguing like a bunch of bitches,” Teraney said as he had made up his mind that his boy was going to see some real doctors.
     
    When Shadee woke up he was looking up at bright hospital lights, lying in a bed at the “Med;” the local hospital. He now had fourteen stitches traveling down the back of his head. He tried to sit up but felt dizzy and his head was throbbing so he slowly laid back down. He felt around for a switch, button, or something to page a nurse. Unable to find it, he said, “Fuck it! Mind over matter,” and forced himself up.
    “Mr. Watson, how are you feeling? I’m Nurse Richards, Debbie to you. I need to check your blood pressure.” She grabbed his arm.
    “I need some pain pills.”
    “I’ll get you