At that moment, Shatira ran out of the house clutching her gun with both hands. Her neck was on a swivel, as she looked around for any threat to her and Menace’s lives. When she didn’t see anyone, she lowered her gun at her side and cautiously walked over to Menace. Kneeling down, she felt under his shirt to see if he had any gunshot wounds. He didn’t have any.
“Baby, are you, okay?” Shatira asked concerned, looking around for Flocka.
“Uuhhhh.” Menace sat up, rubbing the back of his head. He winced as he went on to talk. “I’ll be straight. Homeboy gotta ‘way though.”
“f**k!” Shatira said as she stood upright and tucked her banga at the small of her back. She then pulled Menace up to his feet.
“My bad, babe.” Menace apologized.
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll catch up with dude one day.”
