The sound of his fist connecting with his jaw was everything for him but somehow at the same time it wasn't enough. Another hit from the left followed by another hit from the right. Moving at lightning speed while acting off emotion. His pleas for help sounded like music to him.
As his teeth flew from his mouth making others frown up in disgust but that was slight satisfaction for Gino. He wasn't with the torturing process he would rather get it over with but he didn't mind fucking a nigga up. Gino wasn't that much of a fucked up person but at this very moment he felt like everything he was doing now was necessary. He had played with the wrong one.
Everybody knew Gino wasn't the nigga to play with but to see him in action was a whole different story.
Especially when it was behind those he loved. Just when he thought he wasn't going to be a problem, Ezra had became one just that fast. Ezra wasn't the common denominator of this problem though he may have been the one to pull the trigger but he wasn't the one who called the shots. It was Tony.
Tony knew exactly who was in the car that night. Putting it to Ezra as if it was Gino when it was Reyna. Tony didn't care he just wanted everybody out of his way and he wouldn't stop until he got who he wanted.
You had to steer clear from a nigga like that at all cost. A nigga who only cared about themselves. Here Ezra was while Tony was nowhere to be found. Even though he was the one to pull the trigger he wasn't the person who called the shots but either way Ezra was bound to get his ass knocked off just for even pulling the trigger.
Pulling the trigger of his own gun, the bullet went right in between his eyes. Killing him instantly. Ezra's head slumped over as blood leaked out.
Gino threw the gun on the floor right next to his body.
The men wasted no time disposing Ezra's body and the gun he used to kill him. He didn't even have to tell them what to do they been through this too many times to not know. The sound of a ringing phone caught his attention and brought him back to reality.
"Reyna's up." Gus said, as he ended call just as quick as he answered. Not even contemplating on his next decision; Gino quickly walked out of the back room. Hearing those words brought him slight joy and he didn't want to waste another moment.
Getting into the 1968 Chevrolet Camaro SS. Starting up the car, he grabbed the 'Tha Carter III' CD. Pressing play 'Mr. Carter' began to play as he pulled off. His left hand steered the wheel as he placed the blunt in between his lips before lighting it up.
Gino had been moving around in the last week.
From the hospital to the streets everyday. Whenever he would leave Reyna's side he was on the hunt for Tony.
As much as he didn't want to leave Reyna's side he needed too. He wanted Tony dead and wouldn't stop until he was. Knowing he should have killed him when he had the chance.
When he killed Keith he didn't think Tony would have been a problem but he should have known better.
"Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth." He raps his head bobbing his while driving in the direction of the hospital. The only thing that seemed to ease his nerves at the moment was the blunt and the music.
Gino pulled up to the hospital and parked his car in the parking garage. Seeing both DJ and Gus parked in the parking spot right next to him.
Stepping out the car, he dusted the fallen ashes that had fell in his lap off of himself before putting the blunt out on the ground by stepping on it.
The three men walked onto the elevator neither saying a word to each other.
Physically and mentally he was in two different places. Communication was at a minimum when it came to whoever.
