Coldhearted & Crazy by Michel Moore Read Free Book Online

suspiciously questioned. “Why ain’t her fast, wannabe-grown-ass out on this porch helping you with your stuff?”
    No sooner, seemingly seconds, had the words left out his mouth, than they heard the annoying screech of tires turn the corner. Uncle, instinctively from living the street life, reached under his shirt and put his hand on his thriller. He didn’t know who was coming down the block driving like a bat outta hell, yet he did know that any clown-ass fool who wanted to get his “big shot on” was gonna catch a few hot ones real quick, fast, and in a hurry. As the car finally came into focus, he and London both shared an expression of disgust. It was Kenya, riding with that foul-ass Ty, nine outta ten in a stolen vehicle.
    â€œHey, y’all! What up, doe?” Kenya, obviously turned up, jumped out the car looking like who did it and why. Her hair was out of place and her clothes were slightly wrinkled, looking as if she had slept in them.
    â€œWhat the fuck is your problem?” Uncle never raised his voice or even cursed in front of his nieces, but he had been pushed to his limit and was pissed off. “You look one hot mess! Have you lost your damn mind out here or what?”
    London got terrified not knowing what her uncle was going to do, knowing his reputation for violence, but not Kenya. She was didn’t give a shit what he or anyone had to say about what she did or who she did it with. Not even blinking, she stood tall in her uncle’s face ready for whatever. She had that Roberts blood pumping through her veins just like her uncle and his brother, her daddy, did and Kenya feared no man or woman for that matter. Maybe it was that fat blunt that she had for breakfast or the wine from the night before still circulating in her system giving her liquid courage, but whatever it was she started to laugh.
    Ty, terrified as his girl’s uncle noticed the ignition column of the car broken and a screwdriver on seat, knew better than to try to go up against the seasoned criminal everyone knew was a cold-blooded killer if need be. He wised up real fast and peeled away from the curb as quickly as he had pulled up, leaving Kenya to face her own demons so to speak. Ty knew the twins’ uncle only by his ruthless reputation on the streets and knew he wasn’t for any foolishness, so he couldn’t help but exhale as he made it down the block to the stop sign without a bullet in the back of his head.
    â€œHave you been out all damn night with that lowlife car-stealing bastard?” The twins’ uncle roughly grabbed Kenya by her shirt, waiting for an answer.
    Kenya’s defiant laughter quickly turned into pure shock as he lifted her upward. “Let me go, let me go!” she cried as she tried unsuccessfully to snatch away from his strong grip.
    â€œListen, little girl! I don’t give a sweet fuck how grown you running around here pretending you are! Let’s get this straight. I’ll kill you dead first and anyone else who tries to lead your ass down the wrong path. Do you fucking understand me, Kenya?” Their uncle was furious as the veins started to jump out the side of his neck.
    London, desperate to not have any trouble, came in between two of the only people she truly called family and began crying. “Please don’t do this, please. Not on my last day here,” she continuously pleaded.
    Seeing both of his nieces in tears made their uncle’s rage slightly soften, but it was obviously his sentiment, for what he’d told Kenya remained the same and by the evil side eye he gave her she knew to take heed. “Come on, London, let’s get your stuff loaded and get going.” He grabbed the last few items off the porch and got back in his truck without so much as glancing in Kenya’s general direction at all.
    â€œWell, sis, this is it. I’m gonna miss you, Kenya.”
    â€œI’m gonna miss you too. First Mom and