“Eat The Bullet Nigga.”  – Lenora

 

Lenora was married to Vincenzo for 11 years. Everything was perfect: She was a mob wifey who loved her liquor, and he was a hitman who loved his gun. They had four beautiful children and the sex was so good Lenora swore up and down she was already pregnant again with twins. She blabbed to her friends at the dinner table about how potent his baby batter was and how it was hard not to stay knocked up. Each night she would put the kids to sleep early just so she could get freaky. Her man worked crazy hours killing people and she longed for his long dick so badly she’d grasp the side of the bed and shed a tear. She missed him all the time.

One afternoon, Lenora and her close friend Maria went to the jewel shop together. It was there that Maria had spilled the news to Lenora about Vincenzo’s dirty deeds with side chicks. Apparently he was at the hotel every night getting cum on the sheets, Dateline NBC style. Shocked and appalled, Lenora dropped the Tiffany diamond necklace she was trying on at the time, and it broke into pieces. A symbol of their marriage status.

Maria called for an emergency Mob Wifey meeting at the StakeOut Bar: a local favorite of theirs. Lenora was seen drowning herself in alcohol to get over the horrible truth of it all. Her other close friend Bianca co-signed with everything Maria had said about Vincenzo. He was a downright dirty dog through and through. They had too many connections not to be knowing exactly what was going on. Nicoletta chimed in with some evidence she had recently uncovered about the affairs. Her man ran a chain of Holiday Inns and well what do you know? Vincenzo was a number one on-going customer there. When word got out that he was bringing hoes to the hotel, Nicoletta quickly investigated things further. She slipped on the red bottoms and hightailed her way on down to the location he frequented the most. A lady from housekeeping had shared some rather gory details with Nic. She said that when she went to clean his room the next day it was like walking onto the set of a porno flick. The headboard was broken like some Twilight shit, the bed was completely dented in, all of the towels were soaked, semen was on the lampshade, everything was drenched in man juice. Lenora couldn’t take anymore. She threw her hands up and told the ladies she was heading home on some straight Murda Bizness shit.

Lenora peeled off the lot so furiously she started driving in the wrong direction. She ran a red light and finally noticed where she was heading, so she busted a motherfucking U-E with the blunt in her mouth and the Grey Goose flying on her lap. Her mind was racing a million miles per second, she hit 0 to 100 on the dash real quick and sped her black Benzo home to no avail.

Drunk as fuck, Lenora teetered out of the car and wobbled to the front door of their house. She fiddled around in her purse and gripped onto her Gold Gucci pistola, a gift from Vincenzo. She had her trigger finger around it so tight she accidentally shot off a bullet into the door frame. And that’s when she heard a female scream from inside…