Bad Girls

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It was a quiet summer night, and the streets appeared to be calm, but violence pierced the sky. High above ground, combing the rooftops for potential threats, stood a defending champion! My name is Frankie Patrice Marie Williams. Fifteen years ago, I was adopted and showered with love by the Ping family. It was a family that treasured values and tradition that trickled down from generation to generation. I was given a gift, something far more treacherous and priceless than diamonds and pearl: the art of Tai Chi! I was trained into a fi erce warrior. Some say it’s a blessing; others say it’s a curse. But I say differently. I’m a bad bitch, without a choice! I don’t rehearse or prepare. They have taken my soul mate and threatened my unborn child. For that, there will be a third coming! But it will not be Christ or Frankie Patrice Marie Williams! It will be …