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President Yolanda Chang's Terror
President Chang could feel her stomach doing convulsions. Her mind went blank when she looked through the large passenger window beside her to see distant stars sitting amid an inky blackness. President Chang never thought she would view the darkness of space. She didn’t want space to be the last thing she saw. The president felt herself falling back onto her crazy theory of believing she was a fictional character in some little boy’s comic book.
“I don’t know why I love this video so much.” Jenatrix broke the eerie silence by commenting on a music video she was watching on her phone. “I love Megan Thee Stallion in this video. She’s one crazy-ass bitch. It’s a shame she died a long time ago.” Jenatrix giggled while reaching for her purse, which sat in the seat next to her. Nothing but silence came from President Chang, Kevin, and Charles. The wife, husband, and son never said a word to Jenatrix, who kept cackling and talking to herself. “I would love to have Megan’s ass. She
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Gunmetal Mama The Gunman Part 2
Agent James, Agent Drake, and Agent Martinez were all in a panic and the three FBI agents had their guns drawn on the terrorist. The gunman held Agent Vernon’s body in front of him like a shield while using his handcuffs to strangle the young man at the same time. “Let him go, man!” Agent James shouted at the gunman while aiming his 9mm Glock handgun at the killer. He watched as the gunman lifted Agent Vernon off his feet, lynching the young man using his handcuffs. “I’m gonna teach you how to do the Rumba?” The gunman whispered in Agent Vernon’s ear while getting excited over listening to the young man release strangling coughs. Agent Vernon tried to free his neck from the steel handcuffs. The young man saw his life flashing before his eyes as he felt the handcuffs tightening around his neck. Vernon’s six-foot-one, two-hundred-pound frame was being lifted from the floor easily by the gunman. The handcuffs cut into Agent Vernon’s neck. All kinds of th
Gunmetal Mama The Bomb
Rashonda Carlyle tried to stay calm while looking at the explosive device on her three-year-old baby’s ankle. The African-American twenty-two-year-old mother already had to deal with losing her fiance in a drive-by shooting. The drive-by shooter also shot Rashonda’s three-year-old son, Jamal, in his leg. The toddler was on his toy bike on the sidewalk when the shooting occurred. Rashonda didn’t know why someone would shoot at her fiance and his friends while they were sitting on the front porch of her home. Rashonda’s fiance had no gang affiliations, yet someone came up and shot him for no reason. She suspected that her fiance’s guy friends had some affiliations that her fiance didn’t know about. Rashonda couldn’t sleep. She sat next to the hospital bed with her hand constantly reaching over and touching her baby’s wounded leg. Things got worse for Rashonda when she stepped out of the hospital room’s bathroom to see a tall, bulky man in a nurse’s uniform strapping a
Gunmetal Mama Mama vs Princess Death Row: Her Angel
“Were you happy to see your husband? I kept him alive so you could see him again.” Irena aimed her revolver at Amy’s throat. “You’re a bitch.” Amy gave Irena a piece of her mind. Her seething hatred for Irena consumed her fear of being shot. “Don’t be mad. I’m only trying to help you. Remember, we’re the same, so we can’t be enemies.” Irena snickered. She looked Amy up and down, almost in admiration. “We’re not the same! I’m nothing like you, bitch!” Amy had been waiting to call Irena a bitch, and the word rolled off of her tongue a few times like butter. “You’re a bitch just like me.” Irena’s piercing eyes emphasized what she said. “Look at what you did to my men when you were in the hospital. You killed a few of my men. That’s a bitchy move. You’re just like me. Your problem is that you can’t accept it.” The admiring gaze Irena gave Amy melted into a look of disdain. Princess Death Row flirted with the thought of shooting Amy in her head, but she pl
Gunmetal Mama The Bomb: Ringtone
The Weeknd’s Blinding Lights vibrated through Rashonda’s phone. Rashonda almost jumped out of her beautiful, flawless skin when she heard her phone’s explosive ringtone. The young mother and Agent Malloy looked around at each other in relief after realizing that it was only a ringing phone. Rashonda looked back at her purse where her phone was inside, ringing its electronic head off. She loved the old pop classics, but hearing The Weeknd while carrying her baby to the bathroom with a bomb strapped to his ankle was not a good time. Rashonda breathed a sigh of relief when she made it to the bathroom with her son. She carefully set her baby down on the toilet seat after raising his hospital gown. “Can we have some privacy, please?” Rashonda fussed at Agent Malloy while giving the man a stare that said, please go away, white man. Agent Malloy understood the mother’s stare, and he immediately stepped out of the bathroom while gently closing the door behind him. Wh
Gunmetal Mama Mama vs Princess Death Row: Her Death
“It’s been one minute,” Irena announced coldly to Amy while holding the nose of her revolver to the back of Bryan’s head. Irena’s threatening gesture stunned Bryan. “I’m sorry, baby. But if your wife doesn’t comply, then I’ll have to shoot you in the head.” Irena leaned down and whispered in Bryan’s ear while keeping the nose of her pistol firmly pressed against the back of his neck. “Please don’t hurt my daddy!” Omar shouted at Irena. Amy took her lips away from her son’s forehead. She turned to see Irena giving her a psychotic smirk while holding her gun to the back of her husband’s head. “It’s been one minute,” Irena repeated. She gestured with her eyes, telling Amy to hand her son back over to 2Pac or else. The crime lord made another threatening gesture by gliding in front of Amy’s husband and pointing her revolver down at his lips. “What are you doing?” Amy asked, staring at Irena with distraught disbelief in her eyes. Irena’s smirk vani
Gunmetal Mama The Bomb: Console
Agent Jane watched as Rashonda started rocking back and forth on the bed while caressing her son’s arm. The FBI agent came and sat beside Rashonda on the bed while smiling at three-year-old Jamal. Jamal studied the wrinkles on the face of this white woman sitting next to his mother. Rashonda kept her attention on her baby and she kissed Jamal’s fingers. The young mother felt the tension in her body dissolving a little. She watched as her son used his small fingers to draw across his mother’s shoulder. “I wanna kill that man for what he did to my baby,” Rashonda said softly to Agent Jane. She never looked at Agent Jane when she spoke to her. Agent Jane licked her lips. “I wanna kill him too,” she said, joining Rashonda in her anger. She reached over and touched Jamal’s hand, which was reaching out to her. “I have a son and he’s grown now. But I know that if somebody tried to harm him, I would move heaven and hell to bash their f*cking skull in.” Rashon
Gunmetal Mama The Gunman Part 3: After The Storm
At first, the young FBI agent saw himself being strangled to death, but he became relieved when he felt The Gunman’s arm easing off of his throat and releasing the pressure. The tranquilizer drug was a fast-acting drug, but it didn’t move fast enough. Agent Martinez stepped in and she saved Agent Vernon from getting his throat crushed. The woman whacked the gunman across the back of his skull, using the handle of her gun. She had to swing her gun upward to knock the towering gunman out. Agent Vernon took a deep, much-needed breath while grabbing his throat and watching as the gunman slumped down to the floor. Agent Martinez slowly lowered her gun after watching the gunman drop to the floor. The woman looked up at Agent Vernon while giving the young man a look filled with motherly concern. Agent Vernon was looking back at Agent Martinez with a new appreciation of his life. “Are you okay, sweetie?” Agent Martinez caressed Agent Vernon’s shoulders. She watched a
Gunmetal Mama After The Storm: Continuation
The young man could see that his supervisor wanted to cry. “You know we can’t kill him. I wanted to kill him when he attacked me, but I knew I couldn’t.” Agent Vernon cut his eyes down at the gunman for a second. “He’s a crazy motherf*cker, I know that. When he attacked me, he kept whispering in my ear, telling me how he was gonna teach me how to tango and crazy sh*t like that.” Agent Jane shook her head while looking back up at Agent Vernon. “I just wished we could have stopped him before he put the bomb on that baby’s leg.” Agent Jane pointed down at the gunman. She put her hand up to her head, and she felt the slight essence of a migraine settling in. “You think Agent Cho is gonna be able to shut off the bomb?” Agent Vernon asked his question with doubts in his mind. “I know that Agent Cho will turn off that bomb.” Agent Jane felt hope come over her after she said that. “Even though she’s pregnant, and she’s putting her body under tr
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