“Say goodbye to your b***h, Sauce,” Haitian Jackee said, leveling the AK on Mikayla.
“
Aye
bitch
!” Haitian Jackee whirled around in the direction of the voice as a small black knapsack landed close to where she stood. “Be sure to let me know how you enjoy the moon, motherfucka,” Drako said hoarsely.
Haitian Jackee eyes grew large as she heard the ticking coming from the knapsack a few inches away. She felt terror like she’d never known suck the breath out her lungs. She felt her feet turn to ice and hold her firm, refusing to budge. She felt completely powerless in the moment as she struggled to put distance between her and the bag. Her last thought as the bomb exploded was spent questioning how her God had chosen to forsake her to a bunch of undeserving non-believers.
CHAPTER 19
