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  Pitbulls In A Skirt 4: Killer Klan

  By

  Mikal Malone

  Copyright © 2013 by The Cartel Publications. All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission

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  PUBLISHER’S NOTE:

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,

  Organizations, places, events and incidents are the product of the

  Author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance of

  Actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2013933521

  ISBN 10: 098499307X

  ISBN 13: 978-0984993079

  Cover Design: Davida Baldwin www.oddballdsgn.com

  Editor: Advanced Editorial Services

  Graphics: Davida Baldwin

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  DEDICATION

  I dedicate this to all Pitbulls In A Skirt Fans.

  We are in a world of our own.

  FROM THE PUBLISHER’S DESK

  What’s Good Babies,

  It’s PBIAS time! Pitbulls In A Skirt 4 explodes with emotion, when the sins of the past come back for revenge. One thing we can be certain of is that you’ll fall deeper in love with the ladies you’ve grown to adore, we guarantee it!

  Keeping in line with Cartel tradition, we would like to honor a go-getter in life and business. In this letter, we would like to pay tribute to:

  Davida Baldwin

  Davida Baldwin is a trailblazer in the urban fiction industry and beyond. Not only has Davida, and her company Oddball Designs, spearheaded the graphic design for The Cartel Publications, Davida’s work has been seen throughout the book world. Including but not limited to the book covers of New York Times best selling authors Ashley & Jaquavis, Wahida Clark and many more. Davida is the one-stop shop for graphic design as it pertains to book covers, websites, photography and so much more. We couldn’t do it without Davida. We absolutely cherish her!

  Ok, let me get back to work. Until we hug again.

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  PROLOGUE

  The moon acted as Mercedes’ partner in crime, as it lit up the highway as she prepared to commit murder. The odometer read 90 miles as she straddled the yellow line up interstate 495, but still it wasn’t fast enough. Too many cars were on the road, and they were holding her back, slowing her up from reaching her destination. So she made her own lane as she chased Karen, leader of the Killer Klan to save her flesh and blood.

  “If this bitch hurt my grandbaby I’m gonna be on some serial killer type shit,” Mercedes promised the world. She piloted the steering wheel right, and then left as if she were playing a video game and not with their lives.

  “You gonna kill us instead,” Carissa yelled at her from the passenger seat. She removed the black leather jacket she was wearing because suddenly she was too hot. “Slow down, Mercedes. Please.”

  “She’s right,” Yvette said from the backseat. Her short black hair was slicked back, because when she got the news that the baby was in danger, she didn’t have time to style it. “If you don’t be careful we’ll never be able to get him back.”

  Mercedes ignored them as she pushed the limits of her custom painted gold E-Class. When her hands got too sweaty, she wiped them on the tight red jeans she was wearing, which was stained with the coffee she was drinking earlier. She dropped it on herself when she heard the news that Karen had taken the baby.

  Mercedes eyes were fixed on the taillights of Karen’s silver Range Rover, and she was determined not to let her out of her sight.

  “Mercedes, please slow down,” Carissa pled. It looked as if they were about to hit every car they approached and passed. “We can’t do anything if you kill us. And if you think I don’t care, let me remind you that your grandson is mine too.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” Mercedes finally said, clipping the side of a black Nissan Sentra. The driver pulled over to the side of the road thinking Mercedes would follow him to exchange insurance information, but Mercedes kept it moving.

  “Had I not listened to you,” Mercedes continued, “and pushed off on that bitch when I wanted to I wouldn’t be trying to save his life right now. All you give a fuck about is Persia’s shiftless ass. You can’t see nothing or nobody else. Not even your youngest daughter Treasure.”

  Carissa huffed and puffed after hearing Mercedes’ statement. They were like sisters, and had been through everything together, but lately they failed at getting along.

  The anger Carissa felt in her heart at the moment didn’t make her scared of a car accident anymore. She was suddenly emboldened. “You better watch how you talk to me, Mercedes. I have loved you for a long time, but I can become your enemy in a heartbeat.”

  Mercedes was done chit-chatting with her. When she saw the sign that read ‘Woodrow Wilson Bridge’ in the distance, her heart flapped wildly in her chest. She placed one hand over her breast, and maintained the steering wheel with the other.

  “Where is she going, ya’ll?” Mercedes was crying so hard it was difficult to see the road in front of her. “Where is she taking the baby?”

  “I’m not sure,” Yvette responded loading her .45 in the backseat. “But I do know this, the moment she parks that mothafucka I’m putting something hot in her brain. You just make sure you grab the baby when I do.” She cocked her weapon to put one in the chamber.

  When Mercedes followed her up the ramp on the bridge, she felt faint. “She’s going to—,”

  “Don’t say that shit,” Carissa yelled at her. “Don’t say what’s on your mind. I can hear what you thinking from over here, and Karen’s not that crazy.”

  But, it was too late to guess what was about to happen, because Karen had already pulled on the side of the bridge, parked and ran toward the passenger door. She grabbed the baby out of the car seat, and stood on the side of the road. Cars passing her honked their h
orns wildly thinking she was about to jump into traffic.

  It seemed like Mercedes couldn’t get to the Range Rover fast enough. When she was finally a few feet away from Karen’s truck, she decided to pull over and run the rest of the way. The front of her Benz slammed into the cement ramp, and their upper bodies were thrown forward, before being thrust roughly back into the black leather seats. Adrenaline was so high now that Carissa and Yvette jumped out of the car, as if nothing happened, despite the blood from the accident pouring over their bodies. Once out of the car they rushed toward Karen.

  Mercedes, on the other hand, couldn’t move from behind the wheel. She was watching her life flash before her eyes as Karen held onto the baby. When Mercedes saw Karen’s mouth moving, she finally forced herself out of the car.

  “Stay where you are,” Karen yelled to be heard over the passing cars. “If you come any closer I’ll throw this baby over the edge.”

  “Karen,” Mercedes yelled, “please don’t do whatever you’re thinking about doing. I’m begging you.”

  “Then you better stay the fuck back. All of you,” Karen told the three of them. “I’m more serious now then I’ve ever been in my entire life.”

  The three of them didn’t move any closer.

  “I’ll stay back here,” Yvette advised. “But if you hurt that baby I’m blowing your ribs out,” she threatened. “Do you hear what I’m saying?”

  “You think I give a fuck about dying?” Karen replied. “Black Water, thy father, is waiting on me in Heaven. He has assured me before he died that if I live my life according to his word, that I will be okay. So there’s nothing you can do to threaten me.”

  “Well what do you want,” Mercedes questioned. “Because whatever you want I can give it to you. I’m a very wealthy woman, Karen. And, I can give you anything your heart desires. Just speak on it.”

  Karen laughed. “It’s just like you bitches to think everything is about money. What I want runs deeper than monetary value.”

  “I’ll give you whatever you’re asking,” Mercedes said. “Just say the word.”

  “I want salvation,” her wild eyes looked into Mercedes’. “Can you give me salvation for abandoning one of my commandments? If you can’t, this baby can give me salvation with his life.”

  Mercedes paused a few moments to consider the question. She knew that Karen, and the rest of the Black Water Klan members, were brainwashed into believing Black Water’s fake doctrine. Black Water had mind-fucked the Klan so long that they believed everything he said. So if Mercedes wanted to get through to her, she had to think smartly.

  “Karen, I don’t know what you mean by salvation,” Mercedes started. “But, I will give you my life if you don’t hurt my baby. Please. My life for the child.”

  Karen looked into Mercedes’ eyes, smiled, and jumped off of the Woodrow Wilson Bridge, with the baby in her arms.

  CHAPTER 1

  MERCEDES

  **PRESENT DAY**

  I’m sitting in the passenger’s seat of Yvette’s Bentley, texting Derrick from my iPhone. We are back together, but things feel different. I still can’t get over him fucking the girl Bucky behind my back, and I don’t know if I ever will. I haven’t even told my friends that we’re back together, because I know they won’t want to hear it. As far as they are concerned Derrick is disloyal, and he should be banished from my life. I know that they are right, but what about my heart? What about my vows to stand with him through sickness and in health?

  ‘Were are you D? I miss you. Hit me back.’

  I throw the phone in my lap, and turn up the air conditioner. The cool breeze blows against my face, and causes my long black hair to fly back into the leather seat.

  When I look at the buildings someone told us belonged to the Black Water Klan, I frown. I’m so tired of dealing with these sick mothafuckas. I want my life back, and I want this shit behind me. Behind us.

  Carissa, Yvette and my friend Toi are with me, and we are scoping the scene so that we can come back later and finish off the rest of the Klan. I want these mothafuckas dead. For years they have been tormenting my family and me. They even killed Kenyetta, one of my best friends. And, they also tried to kill my son, and me.

  Our first involvement with them came when Cameron, my first love, decided to team up with Black Water to take back Emerald City when me and my girls took it from him and his boys. Of course the shit backfired in Cameron’s face when my girls and me maintained what we built, and I killed Cameron.

  The second involvement came when Kenyetta, my good friend, started fucking with Black Water, because she didn’t realize he ran Tyland Towers, a rival project and drug operation near Emerald City. But he knew exactly who she was and what he was doing. Although Lil C runs Tyland now, and renamed it Camelot, back in those days Emerald City and Tyland Towers had major beef. But just like every time somebody tries to cross us, we killed Black Water too, and maintained control of Emerald City.

  Our final involvement with the Klan came when Tamir, Black Water’s son, tried to kill Lil C and us to seek revenge. It happened when I was over cousin Vickie’s house, and Carissa showed up unannounced. I didn’t feel like dealing with her at the time, because Yvette and me were fighting an assault charge from my husband’s sidepiece, Bucky. So, my mind was not in the right place to be talking to Carissa.

  Carissa was talking to me about Persia going missing and how Lil C fucked her, and got her pregnant. Anyway while we were outside of Vickie’s house, somebody started shooting at us. I thought Lil C was trying to kill me at first when I looked down the street and saw his angry face. Besides, he learned that I killed his father Cameron, and still held some resentment. But it turned out that he was firing at Tamir who was also at Vickie’s house, waiting to kill me. Lil C murdered him and we put that part of the Black Water Klan behind us. But now, it’s time to get rid of the entire family. I have no doubt that the longer we allow them to live, the higher the chances are of them trying us again.

  “Where the fuck is everybody?” Toi says looking at the buildings. “We been out here for twenty minutes and not one soul has walked out.”

  “I don’t know, but this is definitely the address.” I respond looking at the piece of paper in my lap.

  “Maybe they’re inside fucking each other,” Carissa laughs to herself.

  The Black Water Klan was known for incest, so I know where she was going with that statement.

  “Oh shit,” Yvette yells looking out of the window. “Is that Persia?” She points.

  We all focus on one of the buildings again. And, there that bitch Persia was, walking out of the building with some woman. Persia’s stomach was a little big, and it was evident that she was pregnant. Supposedly it’s Lil C’s child but I don’t believe it. And if you ask me do I fuck with Persia I gotta say no. It was because of her, that Lil C knew I killed his father. And it was because of my no-good-ass friend Carissa in the back seat, that Persia even knew that much. Why Carissa would discuss what we do in the streets to her child is beyond me.

  Anyway, Persia used the secret she learned about me killing Cameron to try to win Lil C back. But, he didn’t fuck with her now, and he probably won’t fuck with her in the future.

  “Yeah…but what the fuck is she doing here?” Yvette says looking out of the window at Persia. “I didn’t even know that she knew them.” She turns the air off and rolls down the window.

  “Oh my God,” Carissa says covering her mouth with both hands. “That’s my baby and she’s still pregnant!”

  “Right…but with whose baby?” I say.

  “Don’t fucking start with me! You know whose baby she’s carrying.” Carissa replies. “Your grandchild at that.”

  She can believe that shit if she wants to, but I don’t.

  “If it’s true,” Yvette says interrupting us. “C not gonna want her anywhere near these fuckers.”

  “Fuck this, I’m going out there,” Carissa responds opening her car door. She jumps out and rushes
toward Persia. She is so focused on her daughter that she was almost hit by a silver Yukon.

  “Watch where the fuck you’re going!” the driver yells at Carissa before pulling off.

  “Fuck you!” Yvette says from the car, smashing the horn in Carissa’s defense.

  “Baby, what are you doing here?” Carissa yells at Persia looking her over.

  “Ma?” Persia’s eyes widen. “How did you find me?” She places her hand over her eyes to shield the sun.

  “Don’t worry about that, you’re still my daughter and you’re coming with me,” Carissa yells trying to grab her hand. Persia backs away and hides behind the woman’s back.

  “I can’t,” Persia says looking at the woman, “this is my family now.”

  “Fuck that…I want to take care of you, and your baby, honey,” Carissa persists. “I’m sorry about everything we’ve gone through, please come home.”

  “I’m not going anywhere,” Persia persists balling up her fists. From where I’m sitting it looks as if she wants to hit Carissa. “Leave me alone!”

  Carissa is better than me, because if I wanted Persia’s ass to come home, I would’ve snatched her by her hair by now.

  When more people come out of the building, and flood the streets, I know things are way too serious.

  “Let’s go break this shit up.” Yvette says to us.

  Yvette didn’t have to tell me though, because Toi and me jump out of the car and join the crowd. I have my nine tucked under my pink-t-shirt, and I know Yvette and Toi are strapped too. No, I didn’t want to fight for this little girl, because I don’t like her, but I’ll go down shooting for my girls.