Chanté
“Freeze!” I yelled as I came through the door with my gun drawn. Jada and Bullet had their guns pointed at the other.
“Who is this? Another one of your ho’s come to have a little threesome?” he laughed.
“No, she’s here so both of us can kill you,” Jada said.
“I’m not here to help you kill him, Jada. I’m here to stop you,” I said without taking my eyes off him. I knew neither one of them was going to shoot the other or it would be over. They were both looking for a way out. All I had to do is stall.
“Stop me? What are you talking about? He killed Bella.”
“I know that. The police are on their way. Let them handle this.”
“NO!” Jada shouted at me. “He killed Bella and he’s gonna die for it!”
“No, Jada,” I said slowly and quietly. The tears were flowing from her eyes.
“He’s gonna die!” Jada screamed and took a step closer to him. Whether he meant to kill her or not, Bella didn’t deserve the beating she got from him. I had to defuse this situation fast or she just might do it. I couldn’t blame her, ’cause in reality, I wanted him dead too.
“Jada; please put the gun down.”
“NO!”
“He isn’t worth it.”
“I’m gonna kill him,” Jada said almost in a whisper.
“Please, Jada, don’t do this. Don’t throw your life away on this worthless piece of shit. The police will be here any minute. Just put the gun down, Jada. I got him; he’s not going anywhere.”
Jada slowly began to lower her gun. “Thank you, Jada,” I said and glanced at her. When I did, Bullet fired at me. I felt the shell rip through my left shoulder. The impact knocked me off balance. He tried to run.
I was about to return fire when Jada screamed, “NO!”
I saw Jada raise her gun, close her eyes, and empty her clip. The recoil put her on her ass. While she was down, Bullet turned and fired at Jada, but he missed her. I took careful aim and fired. I hit him with two shots to the chest.
He went down, and I moved in on him. I held my gun on Bullet and kicked the gun out of his hand.
I looked down at Jada. “You okay?”
“I’m okay … I’m all right.”
Just then the door burst open. “Freeze!” one uniform yelled.
“Put your weapon down!” the other yelled.
I immediately put the gun down, raised my hands, knowing how trigger-happy some of my brothers in blue could be, and yelled, “I’m a cop!”
“What?” I heard Jada say.
I could see the look of hurt and disappointment in her eyes. “Yes, Jada, I’m a cop.”