Last Bitch Standing by Deja King

and ask what room," he
glanced back down at the paper, "that Devon McNeil is
in. Tell them you're his sister and he was shot last night."
I couldn't believe that Arnez had led me right to my
enemy. If he only knew I would gladly try to find out this
information for free.
    "I can do that. Hopefully whoever is at the front
desk won't put me through a bunch of changes to get the
information."

    "Just go in there and be convincing. If you get it, it'll
be some of the easiest money you've ever made."
    "Who is this Devon guy to you...is he a friend of
yours?" I already knew the answer to that was hell no but
I wanted to see what Arnez would reveal.
    "No, he's one of Delondo's men, the one that
survived the shooting. I need to know his condition." So
do I, I said to myself.
    "Okay, I'll try to find out everything I can. I'll be
back."
    As I walked towards the hospital entrance I peeped
a few people ogling me strangely and I was trying to figure
out what the fuck was wrong with them. Then I looked
down and I don't know how I could forget that I had on
my fuckem' dress. This bright red shit was hot for a night
of seduction but for a daylight hospital visit, it was a tad
inappropriate. I could either feel like a fool coming up in
the hospital looking like a high priced hooker or I could
use the outfit to my advantage.
    When I walked in, I stood to the side for a minute
and observed the staff. I sized everybody up and saw a
younger woman who seemed to be about to start her
shift. I waited a couple more minutes for her to get a
little situated and for some of the other staff who had
probably been there for awhile to get out her face. Once
the traffic seemed to be dispersing I made my move.
    "Excuse me Miss."
    "Yes, can I help you," she said trying not to noticeably
stare me up in my outfit.

    "I hope so. I've been here all night. I haven't even
had a chance to go home. My brother was brought in
here last night because he got shot. I was trying to find
out if his condition had improved. The woman who I
spoke to earlier told me to come back and she would see
if there were any updates."
    "He came in last night. .you said he is your brother?"
I nodded my head yes, trying to give off a real gloomy
mood. "What's his name?"
    "Devon McNeil."'
    "And what's your name?"
    "Tawana McNeil."
    "He's still in critical condition."
    "Have they moved him to another room?"
    "I don't know, I just got here but he's in room 302.
Is that the same room?"
    "Yes, I was checking because they said they might
have to move him."
    "That was probably if his condition had changed."
    "Yeah, that makes sense. Well, thank you for your
help."
    "No problem."
    I turned around and a huge grin crossed my face.
Critical condition was good but I needed Devon to be
dead and I had a feeling Arnez wanted the same thing.
I left the hospital anxious to share the inside scoop with
him. I knew he would be pleased and I couldn't wait to
find out how he planned on utilizing the information.
    As I got closer to the car, I realized Arnez wasn't inside. I looked around but didn't see him. "Where did
he go?" I asked out loud. I kept walking towards the car
and halfway there shit seemed to come to a halt and then
transition to a movie scene clip.

    "Get doooooown!" I heard what sounded like
Arnez's voice yell out. I turned around towards the sound
of his voice and that's when I locked eyes with my worst
nightmare. She was a few hundred feet away but even
from the long distance, it was no doubt the image of
Precious Cummings speeding towards me with her gun
already raised. I was in complete shock, to the point that
I couldn't move. My feet were cemented to the ground.
I could hear the pop-pop-pop and if it wasn't for Arnez
throwing me down to the ground. At least one of those
bullets would've ripped through me.
    "Come on... come on... come on..." he screamed
in my ear, trying to snap me out my daze. He damned
near dragged me to the car and