Chapter 3: Heat At Your Dome
I was chill'in at my crib minding my one business when my door rang.
"Let me in...I know she in there... I know she's in there you Black Bastard."
"What Da Fuck!!!" I said to myself, "Who the fuck is this knocking at my door."
I was pissed the fuck off. All I knew, it was some female voice at my door. And what really pissed me off is what she said. Black I am, but a bastard, I don't fucking think so. I'm a black man and I don't put up with any non-sense. All of my bitches know damn well they can't just come knocking on my fucking door whenever they fucking feel like it. I don't give a fuck if they come to my crib in the middle of the night buck-naked with, "Fuck Me" tattooed on their forehead. I have fucking rules. And if you come to my crib uninvited, best believe you're gonna get your feelings hurt.
On my way to my door I grabbed my fucking gun. Like Naughty by Nature said,
"I live around the corner from West Hell, And Two blocks From South Shit."
You see I live in the Bronx. I live in a fucking war zone and you never what lies around the fucking corner. Even the bitches around here pack heat. That's why I never go to my door unless I got nine in the clip and one in the chamber.
"Open the fucking door mother-fucker...I know she's in there." Shouted the voice outside my door.
When I looked out of the peephole I was shocked. There was a well-dressed old white women standing in front of my door. She looked to be in her late 40's early 50's but who gave a fuck. I wanted to know why this bitch was banging on my door. The bitch was banging on my door making a ton of noise.
"What fuck do you want...and you better stop banging on my fucking door Bitch." I shouted.
"Fuck you... I know my daughter is in there...If you don't' open the door I'm going to call the cops."
First of all, I didn't have a clue as to what this old white bitch was taking about. But if this cunt thought I was afraid of the Mother fucking police,she was going to be very disappointed.
"BANG...BANG...BANG...BANG."
She pounded on my door. That was all I could take. Usually people in the projects mind there fucking business. People screaming in the halls don't mean a God Damn thing. "Fuck this Shit" I said to myself. It was time to silence this old white bitch.
I quickly opened the door. As soon as I opened there door the bitch screamed.
"Where's my daughter you Black Bastard."
Before she could say another word I put the barrel of my gun right between her fucking eyes.
"Bitch!!!!!...Shut the Fuck Up...Are you Fucking Crazy"
If you've never scene a white person turn whiter then a ghost then you haven't lived. This bitch was frozen solid with her mouth wide open as she stared into the barrel of my Glock.
"Yeah Bitch I thought that might shut you the fuck up."
I snatched her old ass around her neck and dragged her into my crib. She had the funniest look on her face. To me white people look funny as hell when there are scared. I quickly slammed the door and tossed the bitch on the couch. She quickly sat up. She was about to scream and I wasn't gonna have not of that. I placed the gun to her temple and covered her mouth.
"Look here bitch...If you make one fucking sound...I'm gonna put a cap in your ass...Do you understand?...Do you understand bitch?...I don't know you. And I don't give a fuck about you... I'll put a bullet in you Lilly white ass and toss you ass in the incinerator with out thinking twice."
I let that bitch know that I wasn't fucking around. Everything was happening so fucking fast. Her presence at my door was still a fucking mystery. That's when tears started running down her eyes.
"Stop fucking crying bitch...a minute a go you was acting all big and bad calling fucking names and shit...You don't even know who I am...Do you even know where you are bitch...Are you fucking lost...Do you even know what part of the city you're in... Have you lost your mother fucking mind."?
As I got spoke I got even angrier. This bitch had better come up with some good fucking answers or else. Her tears drops soon turn in to a full-blown stream of water. I could feel them running down her cheeks and on to my hand which I still had covering her mouth. I told her to shut the fuck up and to do it quickly. I told her that I was going to move my hand and that she better not scream. Before I moved my hand I gave her a once over. The bitch wasn't bad looking for an old white lady. Actually she was all right. I'm 6'3 and I could tell she was tall for a woman maybe 5'9. She was wearing a long tan rain jacket. When I tossed her onto the couch her jacket opened up reveling a short black dress and female business suit jacket. She wasn't thin either. She was on the thick side. She wasn't fat but she definitely had some meat on her.
As soon as I moved my hand from her mouth she started begging.
"Oh God... Please I...I...I'm sorry, please don't hurt me...I was looking for my Daughter...Oh... Please don't hurt me." She cried.
"SHhhhhhhh...Shut up..." I said sternly.
"First of all Bitch... I don't know your fucking daughter...Lilly white bitches don't come around this neighborhood...The only time you see a White Hoe come around here... is if she is looking for drugs."
She continued to cry as I spoke. Then I asked her,