“You think you can tell me what Tuma want? b***h!”
He tried to pull her through the opening, but she latched onto the steering wheel and wedged her knees against it.
“Stop!” Chris said. He bit Zee’s arm. Zee yelled, letting go of Nicholle. He punched Chris in the face. Zee opened the door and yanked her out. She fell onto the ground and looked up at him towering over her, gun drawn and pointed at her head.
She tapped her finger and whispered, “Call Tuma.” He had probably blocked her calls, as she had his, but it was worth a try. Maybe he still had feelings for her. Or the desire for legitimacy. Maybe.
Zee grabbed her up and threw her on the hood of the car. Shards of pain radiated up her spine and down her legs. She opened her mouth, but only managed a raw gurgle.
“Don’t you touch he
