Page 21 of Gang of Roses: Kash

“Alright you two. Six knocks gets you third tier gifts, twelve gets you second, and eighteen gets you third. If you go without missing a shot, you win the panda. Y’all ready?” the booth attendant threw the rules out, and we nodded in unison.

He stepped out of the way, and we stepped up to the markers adjusting the rifles that were attached to the extended rope. I could tell by the way my baby lined this fake ass gun up, she was about to show off.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Mane, just bring yo’ A-game.”

She gave a cocky ass wink saying, “Always.”

The carnie set the timer, and Sol was letting them thangs go.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

Baby went from bottle to bottle, dropping each one without doubling back. Glass was shattering everywhere in the back of the cage. I felt an ounce of intimidation the way she was putting shit down.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

I got right and started dropping shit right behind her. I ain’t never ran from a fight, so I had to show her who could really hang with her.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

Our arms waved back and forth with our rifle steady, glass popping with each shot like it was rehearsed. The quick glance out the corner of my eye had me hard as hell, from one of the rare moments watching my baby in action. This kind of shit got us off, making us two crazy and dangerous muthafuckas. Once I hit the last bottle, I placed the weapon on the stand. This damn girl was just staring at me as if she was waiting for my ass to finish.

She folded her arms before offering a smart ass comment. “I was beginning to get bored.”

“Kill it, Ma. Yo’ ass just put yo’ shit down,” I said waving her off.

“Eyes always sharp, huh?” she inquired with a sly grin and raised brow.

“You already know.” She might’ve had me by a minute or two with the target, but a nigga was always aware of his surroundings.

“Are you two military? We only see people cut up like this if they’re in the service,” the booth attendant inquired.

Solenne looked up at me and winked. She was always questioned about her skills and little did they know, doing so boosted her ego.

Smirking, I said, “Nah, more like killers.”

The nigga’s face went from calm and relaxed to tight and uncomfortable.

“Give me that panda, G, and give her the frog.”

Taking the hook with slightly trembling hands, he pushed up on the net so the stuffed animals could fall.

“Thank you. I’m actually having fun right now,” she chimed as she hugged the panda.

“What you trying to do now?”

“Hmm, maybe ride dick on a Ferris wheel. Shooting got a bitch hot and bothered or whatnot.” With that, she was on her tiptoes pecking my cheek.

As she walked away, I administered a slap to her backside, causing that juicy muthafucka to recoil. She settled on wearing a black pleated skirt with green trim around the bottom. Her shirt was a green plaid collar that was tied underneath her breast giving her cleavage the proper attention it deserved. She paired the fit with green slouch socks and black booties. Baby definitely had my eyes on her fa sho’.

We strolled through the fairgrounds until we reached the one ride that carried memories for us both. I was a sucka for anything Sol wanted. Having her thick ass in my lap was an experience I would never pass up on. It was just like her risky ass to want to bounce on a nigga in the damn air.

“You got draws on?” I asked sliding my hand up her skirt.

Slapping my hand away, she said, “Baby, I knew what I came to do. You on the other hand need to gear up cause we not coming down until you nut in me, D.”

Stepping onto the platform, I stood there admiring everything about this woman. From the way she treated me to the way she handled me, baby held the title. I loved everything about her and how she moved. My baby was shitting on bitches and all she did was stay in her bubble.