Home Cooking

Jamaal had invited Douglas and Elizabeth to dinner at his house. He wanted his mother and siblings to meet his lawyer ... and the women he wanted to be his. Douglas was wearing a suit. Elizabeth was dressed in a peach dress that showed off her ample bosom.

"Do you think what you're doing for Jamaal's mom will really help?" Elizabeth asked, riding in the passenger seat of the Mercedes beside Douglas.

"I dunno. She's a welfare queen, Elizabeth," Douglas said skeptically. "She won't use that money to be independent or help her kids. She'll smoke it probably."

***

Jada King was 36. She had skin the color of dark chocolate. She had an ample bosom, but her real eye catching feature was a thick ghetto ass. Her eyes were glassy. Douglas was right, she was on something.

They had hamburgers, something Jamaal knew his mom wouldn't screw up. And then they sat on the couch. BET was playing in the background on the TV, but nobody was watching.

And then it happened. It sounded like fireworks, Elizabeth thought. And then she felt Jamaal quickly grab her, putting her onto the floor beside him, his large frame shielding hers. And then a succession of loud pops. Douglas and Jada were unscathed. There was a series of bullet holes were Elizabeth's body was. And on the floor, was Jamaal, bleeding from multiple holes in his body.

Elizabeth cried out, looking at the blood pooling onto the floor. She looked over at Douglas, who was staring blankly, in shell shock.

"Douglas! Call 911!"