This Shit Is About To Get Real

A blur of smoke shot out of my body, leaving a trail behind; I sped straight towards my ex-wife. As I approached her, she tried to dodge me, however, I caught her by the ankle and dragged her smelly ass into the beach house. The same beach house that she stole from me after our divorce.

Her eyes opened wide in shock. I grabbed her arm and tossed her against the wall.

"Chris? Babe you came." Delilah tried to use her feminine charms to try and get distract me; however, I wasn't in the mood to listen to her bullshit.

I pushed her up against the wall again and placed my hands around her throat. "Bitch you better start talking." My voice sounded harsh, like nails scraping on a chalkboard; it hurt my own ears hearing it.

She gulped, her mouth was dry. "Sharp Stepper is here in the city... with some of his men."