AN: Prepare for the most badass character you've ever read!
Chapter 10: Keeping it Gangsta!
Cathleen O.G. had earned her name at the tender age of fifteen. She swore her allegiance to a small gang of male thugs at the time, but soon worked her way up to the top of the food chain, becoming the "head dog", if you will. She dominated other gangs in the area, making them become her personal bitch and soon her gang was flourishing with newly recruited members. Cathleen couldn't remember how many innocent people she might have killed, how many drive-bys she had to distribute or how many hoes she had slapped around, but whatever it was, she had done it countless numbers of times. Anywhere you went in Ireland, everyone always said Cathleen was the true O.G. of that beautiful, be-troubled land (plus she had seen Scarface 100 times which really helped her rep.) But since she had entered her early 40's the gangsta life wasn't enough for her. She woke up one morning and looked around, realizing she had no husband, no children and a terrible coke addiction. Cathleen went clean in the next few months and eventually retreated back to a life of simple peasant work on her family's farm, but her pimp hand was still way strong, and everyone knew it. So why a bunch of pussy English goons would be knocking on her door on this glorious day, she had no idea. Didn't they know who she was? Didn't they respect that she would gladly pop a cap in their asses if they didn't back the fuck off?
The Englishmen were aware of O.G. Cathleen's rep, and they feared her for it. They trotted up on their fancy English ponies and started setting up their favored house destroyer, aka 4 logs to knock down a house. They tried furiously to get this done before O.G. Cathleen would arrive home and find out what they had been doing...and pop a cap in their ass with her glock. While they hurried their setup, Scorlett off at the Earls payin' his little buddy, or should I say big buddy, a visit, Father Daniel and Bridie consoled a shameless, bawling Tim. He was on the ground screaming and in tears when his big sister rolled around the bend, blastin' ghetto soul music and bumpin' and grindin' with her hoochie crew up in her carriage. There was a sudden scratch and the music cut off and everyone went silent. The Englishmen's eyes bulged nearly out of their heads as O.G. Cathleen's eyes narrowed toward her baby brother Tim.
"No one fucks with my baby bro." O.G. Cathleen said, and then pulled out a .45 and shot off 5 rounds to the face of the Englishmen, there were only two left and they bolted off in their own bulletproof carriage.
"We ridin' dirty, homies!" O.G. Cathleen shouted with a smile in her voice as she shot off in her pimped out carriage after them.
There was a high action intense drive by goin' on in both parties at this point, down Ballyhara's driveway, soon closing in on Father Columns shit shack. The English doucherags caught O.G. Cathleen's bottom bitch in the arm, blowing a hole clear through.
"AHH HELL NAHH! BITCH YOU GONNA DIIEEE!" O.G. Cathleen raged, as she pulled out a shotgun from her hidden case over her shoulder, and with one swift boom shot off the arms of the carriage driver.
It reared off into the ditch, crashing with a thunderous thud and a massive explosion; thus bursting it into flames. The last main Englishman caught ablaze and managed to walk slowly out of the flames, on his last breath, he cursed O.G. Cathleen's name, until the words, "I told you bitch, no one fucks with mah homies" rang out and she blew his fancy little head clean off his shoulders. And with that, she was reigning high, while they patched up O.G. Cathleen's bottom bitch, she was back baby, and they'd never be in the rears again.