Real Riders Never Die 3 by A'zayler

badgering me about it.”
    “His nasty punk ass. I’m on my way. Text me the address again so I don’t forget.”
    “Okay. Thank you so much.” Kerry hung up the phone.
    A few minutes later, Kia’s phone dinged with a text message. She set the alarm on her house and locked the door before getting in her car. She knew the area that Kerry was talking about so it didn’t take her long to get there. The whole drive over there she wished Jacko was there because then she wouldn’t be in this shit, but he wasn’t, so she had to handle business. Kerry was good people, and she desperately needed to do better than Cooper.
    When Kia pulled in front of the house, she parked along the curb but kept her car running. She pulled her phone out and dialed the number back. When Kerry didn’t answer, she got annoyed. She called back two more times and received the same results. As much as she didn’t want to, Kia cocked her gun and stuck it back in her purse.
    She walked to the door rather quickly and knocked on the door. No one answered at first, but once she started ringing the doorbell wildly, the front door swung open. There was Cooper, standing there with a frown on his face. His pants were unbuckled, and he was shirtless. Just looking at the hair on his chest made Kia’s stomach turn. If it was anything she hated in the world, a hairy chest was it.
    “What you doing here?”
    “I’ve come to get Kerry. Can you tell her I’m out here please?”
    “Kerry ain’t taking her ass nowhere. So you can gon’ back to where you came from.”
    Kia stuck her hand in her purse casually because she could already tell this nigga was about to start acting a fool. “Nigga, will you please just take your ass in there and tell Kerry to come on? I didn’t drive all the way over here wasting my gas for nothing.”
    “Well, I ain’t tell your ass to come, so that’s your fucking business.”
    “Kerry!” Kia stuck her head in the door and yelled.
    She jumped back when that bastard Cooper tried to close the screen door on her head.
    “Jack must didn’t beat your ass bad enough last time?”
    “Fuck outta here with that shit. Kerry is my woman, she don’t do shit unless I tell her ass to. So you might as well go home because she ain’t going nowhere until I tell her to. She got business to handle.”
    “So, letting your cousin fuck her is business?” Kia sucked her teeth. “Nigga get your weak ass out my face.” Kia snatched the screen door open and proceeded past him.
    She already knew he wasn’t going to let her pass without doing something stupid, so the moment she felt his hand on the back of her arm, she snatched her gun out of her purse and pointed it at him.
    “Back up off of me.”
    Cooper stumbled backward with his hands covering his face. He fell back so hard that he actually bumped into the wall. Kia looked on in disgust. What kind of grown man lets a woman her size pull a gun on him with no repercussions?
    “I knew you was pussy,” Kia mumbled, as she walked further into the house. She walked through the living room and down the hall, trying to see if she could hear anything. “Kerry!”
    Kia kept walking, but heard nothing. So, she called her again and again until she walked up to a room where she heard muffled mumbling. She turned the knob, but it was locked. She twisted the knob before stepping back and aiming her gun.
    “Don’t!” Cooper yelled, at the same time she pulled the trigger.
    As soon as the door popped open a Pitbull the size of a cow ran out of the room. Kia jumped back as fast as she could, but it didn’t help because he had her cornered against the wall. She screamed as he barked and showed his teeth to her. Slob dripped out of his mouth and onto the floor as he continued eyeballing her. Kia screamed and looked around the hall for help.
    She saw Cooper standing at the top of the hall laughing. She couldn’t wait until all of that was over so she could slap his ass. The dog taking a step