"I'm a mother with a conscious and if you know what's good for you, you'll walk away from all of this."
"Hell naw. I fucked your scrawny ass for twenty years knowing one day; I'd get a piece of this shit. You think I'm gonna turn my back on this now. After all the shit I've been through." He aimed the gun at Lynne now. "Get the hell out the way. Let me take care of the brat and we won't have to worry none about nobody."
Lynne shook her head. "I'm not moving. Don't you see everything hurt she's ever felt was because of us? I'm not going to make her suffer anymore, Marvin. You made Ecole suffer from the truth of us, don't you think that's enough."
"Ecole never knew," Marvin insisted incredulously.
"Yes she did. She confronted me the day before she died Marvin. That's why she went into labor so early. I told her that Nicole was our child and she couldn't handle the betrayal. We killed her just like we did Nanna."
"Shut up bitch!" he sneered angrily.
"Nicole doesn't deserve it. Not like this."
"Then what the fuck do you suggest, we overdose her on some shit? Or why don't we just drag her to the roof and throw her over? Either way, she's dying tonight and the old woman will be gone by the end of the weekend from what the doctor's say. They'll think the brat committed suicide or was just part of the city crime statistics. We'll be sole heirs to that woman's fortune and no one will be the wiser. Now move the fuck out the way so we can get this over with."
"No!" Lynne screamed. "I won't let you do it."
"Fine, then you'll both die. It don't matter none to me when I'll get everything." He prepared to fire the gun again.
"I'll shoot Marvin," she warned holding the gun with both hands. "Put the gun down."
"You first."
Their stand off held a moment of silence then the blast sent Nicole back from the weight of Lynne falling over on her. She looked over to see Marvin lying the other way and a pool of blood up by his head. The gun had shot off half of his skull.
Getting up carefully from underneath Lynne, she saw her mother clutching her stomach as warm blood seeped through her fingers. Her breathing was shallow and her big brown eyes were big as saucers.