“Oh, this nigga gone act like we ain’t even here? Like we mothafuckin’ invisible? Oh, okay, he done f****d with the wrong one!” A pissed off Kreon popped his trunk and opened the driver side door. He turned to hop out and Odette grabbed his arm, staring at him with pleading eyes.
“Babe, please. If you truly love me, just-”
“f**k off me.” He snatched away and hurried around to the rear of his car, throwing open the trunk. He rummaged through the stuff he brought for the picnic until he found what he was looking for: a tire iron. He lifted up the tire iron before his eyes and smiled evilly, licking his lips. He slammed the trunk of his car, just as Odette was hopping out and slamming the passenger side door closed. She pleaded for him to stop, but he wasn’t listening. Homie was too far gon
