She roared down the autobahn doing 90 in her Maserati.

She listened to the wind as it cruised over the roof of her sports car's sleek body.

With her baby by her side she felt exhilirated. Her steering and shifting was quick and calculated.

She reached across to hold her lover's hand never missing a beat while changing lanes.

She became tempted wanting to put her hand down between her man's legs and touch the

inside of his boxer hanes. Hearing the sirens behind her seemed to turn her on more.

She smirked at a supercharged police cruiser as it slammed against her driver side door.

"I love you. When this is over. We're going to paradise."  Her man responded as he counted the

money in the bag. "I love you too. Let's go to Barbados. That would be nice."  

A smile ignited on her face when her boyfriend's hand began to breeze through her mohawk.

She loved the way he would touch her. Every time he would put his key into her lock.

Now she was doing 100 on the autobahn. With her baby by her side she felt powerful.

Even though she was being pursued by the cops. She didn't feel enraged or volatile.

She felt so charged and alive. Her drug fueled happiness was where her hallucinations would

thrive. She was so happy that it looked like the tattoos on her shapely arms and legs were 

dancing. Tupac on the front of her shirt rapping and prancing. She was now doing 110 on the

autobahn. With her baby by her side. Living the thug life made her feel like a supreme queen.

Full of pride. "I love you. When this is all over we're going to get married."  Her man responded as

he cleaned his gun. "I will always love you baby. I will love you after I'm gone and buried."  

The Maserati screamed as it swerved around a semi. She speeded passed a police cruiser

sticking her hand out of the window and waving bye bye. But her mockish waving was put to a

stop. When the Maserati's rear window shattered releasing a loud pop. His blood decorated the

car's navigation screen. It was over. the bullet had penetrated her baby causing his

muscular body to lean. "No!!!"  She screamed. Her power had left her.

The Maserati was slowing down with its engine changing from a roar to a purr.

"No!!! Fuck they shot my baby!!!" She screamed. Her drug fueled happiness was dying.

Her heart was falling a part. She started crying. He was gone and she couldn't bring him

back. The bullet had pierced through his skull causing it to crack. The game was over as she

pulled the stolen vehicle over to the side of the autobahn. Her body heating up with fury.

Her wrath was alive and on. "I love you."  She whispered through her tears.

Caressing  the side of her dead lover's face and preparing to face her fears.

The police had her surrounded now with their guns drawn.

The helicopter overhead looking down on the cop cars crowding up the autobahn.

"This is for you baby."  She whispered to her man while taking his 38 out of his lap.

She cocked her magnum in her other hand before giving the steering wheel a hard slap.

Stepping out of the Maserati with her guns aimed ready to blow their tops.

She started shooting at policemen waiting to be back with her man in the afterlife.

Suicide by German cops.