CHAPTER EIGHTThe next night…
Melissa walked down the hall of her complex leaning to one side as she toted the baby seat her child was in. Nearing her condo’s door, she fished inside of her purse for her keys. Finding them, she opened the door and pushed her way inside.
When she flipped on the light switch, she could have s**t her panties when she saw two masked man and woman sitting on her couch. They were both dressed in all black and carrying some s**t the natives in Iraq would bust with. Their eyes were glassy and threatening as if they wish she would try some s**t just so they’d have an excuse to leave her lying face down in a pool of her own blood. As bad as she wanted to run back out of the door she didn’t. She was toting her baby boy and was sure she would be slowed down by him. T
