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            Andre parked in the lot beside her building and got out. He walked up to the building and pressed the buzzer to her apartment. He pulled out his phone and called Monty back. He didn't answer. Tracey came a few seconds later and let Andre in the building.

            "Hey, babe." Tracey grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her. She planted a passionate kiss on his lips.

            "What's up, love. I see you dressed for some real freaky shit tonight," he said as he looked her up and down. She had on a black satin catsuit that hugged all of her curves. He smacked her on the butt as they walked inside the apartment. She had Sade playing and there was chicken wings frying on the stove.

            "Let me take your jacket," Tracey said and held out her hands. Andre took off his jacket and handed it to her. "Have a seat. I'll bring you a drink."

            Andre sat on the sofa and kicked off his tennis shoes. He put his feet up and relaxed. This the type of shit I need on a daily, he thought. Tracey sashayed up to him and sat his drink down in front of him. "Let me take this last batch of chicken out. I'll be right back," she said.

            Andre picked up the glass of cognac and took a sip. The warm liquor burned his chest a little more than usual. "What's this, Tray? Remy?"

            "Yeah," she called from the kitchen.

            "I thought so," he said and took another sip.

            Tracey came back into the living room and joined him on the sofa. He put his free arm around her. She rubbed his chest and kissed him on the neck. That was his spot so he immediately got aroused. He closed his eyes and took another sip of his drink. Tracey began to rub his love stick through his pants. A soft moan left his lips. He sipped his drink and enjoyed the feeling. Tracey unbuckled Andre's belt and unfastened his pants. Just as she was about to slide her hand down his pants Andre's phone started to ring. He knew it was Monty calling back and got excited. He was out of Woo and needed more badly. He sat his drink down and pushed Tracey off of him so he could get to his phone.

            "You down here, Monty?" Andre heard Monty and Sierra arguing with each other. "Hello? Hello? Monty!" Monty didn't answer him. Andre listened and heard Sierra screaming.

            "Ask 'em! Ask 'em, Monty! We fucked more than once!"

            Monty screamed back. "I got the nigga on the phone now! We gon' see what it is, bitch! Hello?"

            Andre's eyes got big. "That hoe lying, bruh!"

            "Damn, nigga you ain't even give me a chance to say shit! You must be guilty! You done fucked my BM, hoe ass nigga?!"

            "Naw, Monty I swear to God. I ain't never touch that girl."

            "You sounding scared as fuck right now, bruh."

            "Yeah he scared 'cause he know you gon' fuck his ass up," Sierra screamed in the background.

            "Tell that bitch to shut up, Monty. You my nigga, man. I wouldn't ever do no shit like that to you. For real, bruh. For real!"

            "I'm a real nigga, Dre. So I'ma check my trap first then holla at you," Monty said then hung up.

~

Tracey was burning up inside. Look at this nigga acting like a bitch, she thought. She didn't hear the details of the conversation but she could tell from Andre's comments that he was being accused of fucking one of Monty's hoes. She continued to rub him. The conversation hadn't affected him at all. He was still hard. She slid her hand into his boxers and massaged his dick as he continued to plead with Monty.

            "Yeah, man... I know that hoe crazy!" Andre rubbed Tracey's head and gently pushed it towards his groin. "I'm sittin' here gettin' my shit wet right now, my nigga. I ain't gotta worry 'bout no bitch nowhere else," he said and laughed then pushed Tracey's head again.

            Oh, so you want some wet head? She thought. Okay then. I'm gonna make it real wet for you. Tracey pulled his member from his pants. She got on her knees on the couch and bent over. Andre grabbed her ass as she took him into her mouth. She slowly took him in until she felt the head touching her tonsils. Andre got silently instantly. She grabbed his sack and used her tongue to lick it while keeping him deep in her throat.

            "I gotta call you back," Andre told Monty then hung up. He dropped his phone and put his head back. He rubbed Tracey's ass and she started sucking up and down his shaft with the precision of a call girl.

            "Slow down, babe. Don't make me cum yet."

            Tracey ignored him and instead sped up. She kept his sack cuffed in her hand. Andre moaned like a little girl. He rubbed her hair with one hand and squeezed her ass with the other. "You like that, daddy?"

            "Hell yeah," he whispered.

            "Is it wet enough or you want it wetter?"

            "Make it wetter. I want it juicy and wet."

            "Okay," Tracey said then gobbled him up once more. She began to lick and kiss the head. When Andre closed his eyes again she bit down on the head of his dick as hard as she could. Andre screamed and snatched on her hair.

            "WHAT THE FUCK! STOP! STOP!"

            Tracey clamped down even harder. Blood began to trickle into her mouth. She grinded her teeth until she broke completely through the skin.

            "OH MY GOD! PLEASE, TRACEY!" He shouted as he yanked on her hair.

            She gave one forceful tug and bit the head of his penis completely off. Blood shot up out of it like an erupting volcano. She spit the head on the floor and laughed.

~

"What's so funny?" Andre asked.

            "Nothing, I was just thinking about something I saw on TV earlier," Tracey said. She looked down at her hand. Andre's dick was still intact. She sighed wishing her daydream were true. She'd love to pull a Lorena Bobbitt and bite off Andre's head. She smiled at the thought. "What was that all about," she asked changing the subject.

            "Don't worry about all that. Worry about him," Andre said and looked down.

            Tracey moved her hand and sat up. "Damn, babe. Can we kick it a little bit first? We got good weed, good drank, and good food. We got all night to get it in."

            Andre grabbed his drink and gulped down what was left. "You right. Go get me another drink and make me a plate."

            Tracey took his glass and went to the kitchen. She sat the glass on the counter and got a plate from the cabinet. Her hands were shaky so she sat the plate down. She looked at the bottle of cognac. She'd already slipped Andre about a shot worth of poison in his first drink. He needed about seven more shots of it for a lethal dose. Tracey grabbed the cognac and poured some in his glass. She leaned down and pulled the poison from under the sink. She poured some in a shot glass and added it to the liquor. She did it once more then added some liquor on top of that then sat it to the side. She made Andre's plate and took it and the drink to him.

            When she got back to the living room Andre was looking at his phone. He noticed her and quickly put it down. He looked at her with the most obvious look of guilt. She just smiled and sat his food and drink down on the coffee table in front of him. "You need hot sauce, I know. Want something else," she asked in a sweet and sultry voice.

            "Just some pop." Andre gulped down half of his drink. He screwed his face up and grabbed his chest. "Damn! This Remy be hittin'. You gon' be able to take advantage of me tonight."

            Tracey giggled. "I sure am." She went to the kitchen and got the hot sauce. Her heard was racing. That was the second time he made a comment about the drink being strong. "Calm down, bitch. Don't panic," she told herself then took the hot sauce to Andre. When she sat the bottle down next to his plate she noticed his glass was empty this reminded her that she forgot to bring his pop.

            "I'll be right back with your pop." She hurried to the kitchen and poured some cold Pepsi in a glass and brought it to Andre. He'd already started to eat.

            "It is good?"

            Andre nodded his head.

            "Good." Tracey sat back to watch him eat.

            "You ain't eating?"

            "I was eating as I was cooking so I'm good, babe" Tracey rubbed Andre's back.

            He shrugged his shoulders and went back to his plate. As he ate, Andre told Tracey about how Punkin's neighbor tried to seduce him. "I don't know why these young hoes love me so much," he said in between bites. Tracey just smiled and nodded. Her hatred for Andre grew with every minute that passed. What made him think she wanted to hear about his doings with other females? Shit like this is why he gotta go, she thought.

            Andre finished his food and pushed the plate away. He licked his fingers and drank the last of his pop. "That was good. Now all I need is a stick and I'm good."

            Tracey gave him the side eye. "You know I don't like how that shit smell."

            "I ain't got none of that I'm talkin' 'bout some Kush. You gon' roll it for me?"

            "Yeah. Where is it?"

            "In my pocket. Go get me a napkin."

            Tracey went and got a paper towel from the kitchen and brought it to Andre. He wiped his hands then pulled the sack of weed and a pack of cigarillos from his pockets. Tracey opened the bag and pulled out enough weed for the shell. "This shit smell good right here." She began to break the weed down into little pieces.

            "You smoking tonight?" Andre asked.

            "Yeah, I'ma hit this. Break that shell down." Andre tore the cigarillo down the middle and stood up and started towards the kitchen.

            "I got it." Tracey hopped up and went over to him. She took the cigarillo from him. "You just relax, okay."

            "Shit, okay." Andre went back to the couch and sat down. He kicked off his Jordans and pulled his shirt off.

            Tracey went to the kitchen and dumped the tobacco out from the cigar into the trash. She licked the paper as she stared at the cabinet where the poison sat. She had to get Andre to drink four more shots of it before the night was over.

            "Tray, bring me another drink," Andre called from the living room.

            His timing be perfect sometimes, she thought. She went and sat next to Andre on the couch. She rolled the weed in the cigarillo and handed it to him. She picked up his empty glass and plate. He'd finished off the hot sauce so she grabbed the now empty bottle too. Andre rubbed his stomach.

            "You full?" Tracey asked him.

            He shook his head no. "My shit cramping lightweight."

            "Did you eat to much or something?" She played dumb.

            "I don't think so. It's not that serious, babe. I'll be alright." Andre pulled out a lighter and lit the blunt.

            Tracey went to the kitchen, tossed the hot sauce bottle in the trash, and began to panic. She felt lightheaded so she leaned up against the counter to get her composure. When she does she picks up Andre's plate and scrapes the chicken bones in the trash. Her hands are shaking so badly that she drops the plate on the floor and it broke. "Fuck!" she spat. Tracey got the broom and dustpan and got the glass up. What is wrong with you! Don't fuck this up, she cursed to herself.

            Tracey grabbed the cognac and filled Andre's glass halfway. Just as she did before, she added two shots of poison then a little more liquor to the glass. She used her finger to stir the drink then put the bottle back under the counter. Tracey took a deep breath and picked up the glass.

            She turned around to leave the kitchen and bumped into Andre who was standing in the doorway. Before Tracey could react he punched her in the stomach with all of his strength. She dropped the glass and doubled over grabbing her stomach. If she had eaten she would have thrown up right there on the floor.

            "What the fuck you been puttin' in my drink," he yelled then punched her in the back of the head. He grabbed Tracey by her hair and pulled her up off of the floor. "Huh?! What you put in my drink?!" He punched Tracey in the stomach again and let her fall to the floor. "The fuck you think you gon' do, huh? You wanna see me dead or something?" Andre kicked her in the ribs.

            Tracey screamed and grabbed her rib cage. She looked up at Andre and he spit in her face. "I ain't never spit in a bitch face but it's a first time for everything," he said and laughed. 

            "Ugh!" Tracey slowly wiped her face. She cringed when she felt the slimy saliva on her hand. "Fuck you!" she screamed then tripped his feet from under him with her arm. When Andre fell to the floor Tracey pounced on top of him and started punching him in his face. She busted his nose and blood came running down from it. He knocked her off of him and Tracey tried to crawl away. Andre jumped on Tracey's back, grabbed her head, and banged it in the floor.

            "Dre! Wait! I'm sorry, please!" Tracey screamed as she fought to crawl to the trash can. Andre choked her but she didn't give up. She used all of her strength to keep crawling. Once she got close enough she mustered up the rest of the strength she had to get Andre off her back. She flipped him over and climbed on top of him. She reached in the trash and grabbed the empty hot sauce bottle by the neck and swung it at Andre's face. She missed.

            "Oh you think you gon' hit me wit a bottle?!" Andre screamed and knocked the bottle from her hand. Luckily for her it didn't go far. Tracey quickly picked the bottle back up and swung it again. This time she connected with his face. A cut opened up under his eye and blood began to gush out. Tracey got up and ran out of the kitchen. She got to the hallway and started toward her bedroom. Andre was right on her heels. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder but she snatched away and kept it moving. When she got to the room he grabbed her by her hair and put his arm around her neck.

            "Ain't no way you gettin' away." He squeezed on her neck tightly.

            Tracey clawed at his arm with her long nails. She broke the skin and drew blood. Andre still didn't loosen his grip. She felt pressure building up in her head from the lack of oxygen. She knew she didn't have much time before she passed out. She looked over at Andre's gun sitting on her nightstand. She wasn't far from it. All she had to do was take a few steps of one leap and she could grab it.

            Andre released Tracey and quickly spun her around. He grabbed her collar and slapped her. "Bitch I'm a kill you and get away with the shit. When they find that bullshit in my system that's proof you was tryna off me first," he said and slapped her again.

            Tracey saw little specks of light flash before her eyes. He'd literally made her see stars. "I AM GONNA OFF YOU FIRST, MUTHAFUCKA!" Tracey drew her leg back and kicked Andre square in the balls.

            "Bitch!" he yelped and tumbled to the floor. Tracey made it to her nightstand and grabbed Andre's gun. His eyes got big with horror at the sight of Tracey standing over him aiming the gun at his head. Tracey smiled.

            "Look at that. You ain't tough with a gun at your head, huh? Stand your bitch ass up."

            Andre slowly stood up. He put his hands up in defense. For the first time since she's known Andre Tracey saw real fear in his eyes. His face was covered with blood thanks to his busted nose and deep cut under his eye. "Look, babe..."

            Tracey cut him off. "Don't even start with that shit."

            He took a step towards her. She removed the gun safety and pulled the slide to chamber a round. Andre started to panic when he saw her cock the gun.

            "You know I was just talkin' shit, Tray. I was just tryna scare you." Andre took another step forward.

            "If you move again I'm gonna blow your fuckin' face off." Tracey had experience handling guns, but never shot anyone before and she was nervous. Nonetheless, she was ready. She stood aiming the gun at her son's father. He looked pathetic. She laughed. "I won't miss you."

            While she was speaking Andre took the opportunity to rush her knocking Tracey to the floor. When her back hit the carpet she accidentally squeezed the trigger of the gun firing a round into the ceiling.  The loud bang of the shot scared Andre so much that he jumped up and ran out the room. Tracey got up and ran after him. She caught him in the hallway and shot at him. She missed. He looked back and kept running. She steadied, aimed, and fired again just as Andre got to the front door of her apartment. Tracey fired one final shot as he ran out the door. She heard him scream before he slammed the door behind him.

            Tracey went to the door and slowly opened it. She didn't find Andre lying on the floor in agony from a gun shot in the back. She didn't find anything but drops of blood on the floor. Andre got away.