…He was wondering if he should have her tossed in a river. “I’ll really have you end up missing” Put her head on a pike give his baby mom a death sentence.
Through all of the betrayal, deceit, and disrespectfulness, murdering his wife wasn’t the question. “Fuck it leave bitch get the stepping!” He snarled “Bitch this shit is annulled.”
He would suffer from the pain. Still he was a gangster, and she was just a lame duck that he touched-up.
She wasn’t even worth smacking. “Go freely… that mean leave naked.” His smile was still murderous. He had to hold it. Because her head he wanted to blow it off.
He was lost in this world. he thought that she was his pearl.
“All of your shit I’m giving to the next bitch!”
She laughed “That’s all that you can come up with?” She wasn’t impressed. She was getting undressed.
For her final act her grand exit: She was leaving naked. “This body is mine.” She twirled.
After all of these years she knew that she was still fine. She was the adage: Aged wine… this was all her’s no doctor work just discipline, and hard work.
Now it was time to show it off. She paid the cost. She needed to be rewarded, and not with him… she didn’t love him, she despised him.
If it wasn’t for the little boy, she would’ve murdered him. “If it wasn’t for the kid you would’ve been my first kill.” She looked annoyed.
“Death-do-us-apart… foreal!” She already felt like a killer. She had an affinity for blood, it was in her.
To not kill him, it was taking everything in her.
This nigga was boiling, he wanted to kick her down the steps. Her grand exit: would be death… out of his mansion.
“Bitch go live on the streets!” To him she was deceased. She disrespected a real nigga, thug nigga; took care of her – married her.
Now he was resisting the urge to kill her. Grab the fourty out the nightstand, and murder her whre she stand.
Only if, it wasn’t for his little man. He was seeing fire; this bitch was shystey. Feeling desire; this bitch had his heart. But, it couldn’t be fixed.
he should’ve been peeped the doublecross. He couldn’t see it coming from his wife. This bitch came from “section eight” He gave her a vacation house on a lake.
“Bitch you were dead, I brought you back to life.” He shook his head. “This how you repay a nigga?”
She deserved who deserved her. Untrustworthy bitch! “Bitch it’s a wrap!” He closed the curtain on her act.
She waved her hand “Yeah – nigga – all of that!” She been leaving. She did all of the deceiving she had to do.
She got him for most of his ends, the beginning of her ritual. Transferring funds. She ain’t deplete him. She left him enough, he should be happy that she ain’t kill him.
She was just leaving. He could call it even. But before she left out that door she had to let him know;
“I know you hurt…” She laughed antagonistically so. “but, you’ll never see me again…” She blew him a kiss.
“You could call that kiss a warning, or a goodbye.” She stepped out the door. She turned, and looked him in the eyes “The next kiss will be death!”
She whispered:
“Femme Fatale!” Then left.

Published by korymcclary1221

My name is Kory McClary, I am 34 years old. I am currently serving a lengthy sentence at the New Jersey State prison in Trenton, New Jersey. I am fighting for my freedom so that I may return to my family and loved ones. Yet, I know that it is a long, tough, and bitter battle to achieve that goal. But, with the grace of God Almighty, and for the sake of my family, I will fight on. I am using this blog as a medium to enhance my voice and to bring awareness to my unfair condition leading out of my unjust conviction. While spending almost all of my time in a cell, I chose to write so that I may voice the reality of my situation, because without awareness there can never be Justice...! To escape the harsh reality of prison, I use the pen to release my frustrations. I use the pen to manifest my imagination. And, most of all, I use the pen to Fight. I am fighting for my Life! Just by reading Kory McClary's Blog, you are giving my plight and my word's a voice. Thank you. Please, stay tuned...

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