Vick and his friend Randy might have Gotta in some deep shit with someone or was this all planned, what will happen next who can they trust. What is the next move
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Randy's coughing from the weed.
"Vick bring me some cigarettes from the store when you come back my nigga." Randy said.
Vick replied "Alright! Eddie Cain, yo' ass ain't gon' have no throat fucking with them cigarettes."
Randy laughs and replies, "Fuck you! You square body ass boi. Run me my shit."
Vick goes in the store.
He walks up to the cashier, "Let me get 20 on pump 10 and a pack of Newport 100s, that's all my man."
Cashier replies "Ok man." The Indian man says.
After he pays, Vick walks out the store, but looks to the left and then looks to the right like something doesn't feel right
Vick gives Randy his cigarettes, "Here's yo' poison ass cigarettes my nigga."
Randy replies "Nigga we all gotta die someday, but u one ugly ass motherfucker. Hurry up and get in the car!"
Vick finished pumping the gas then gets in the car really slow. He turns his head and looks at Randy but before he could say anything his phone rang
"Talk to me!" Vick answered.
*Click*
Randy replied "Yo. who that?"
Vick replied "Shit they hung up before saying anything. But look I got a stop to make. Then I'll drop you off at your girl's house."
Randy replied, "Damn man you got more stops then my bitch in a grocery store!"
Vick laughs and replies, "Nigga whatever. Fire one up on the way."
Vick stares at the car and turns the radio on. J. Cole was playing. They get to the entrance of the store and make a right turn then another right on a two lane road when they stop at a stop sign.
The radio is loud so they can't hear a thing. Vick was rapping the lyrics while Randy was rolling the blunt, a white Honda pulled up alongside them. The windows were tinted. Randy and Vick both looked as the back window rolls down just enough to see the barrel of a gun.
*GUN SHOTS*
While they're shooting, Vick reaches under the seat for his gun.
"Fuck man!!! I'm hit nigga." Randy said to Vick in a ton of anger and fear, all at the same time.
"Hold on my nigga I got you!!!" Vick said in the same tone but with much more aggression while shooting his Glock 9 at the car that was shooting on the passenger side.
Vick opens his door and rolls out.
"Fuck y'all niggas!" A voice yells from the white Honda while shooting a Glock 19 with an extendo clip. He shoots just close enough to spray the car with bullets and empty the whole round then sped off.
"Fuckkkkkk!!!!!" Vick replied with a tone of anger and hurt while emptying his last round of bullets.
"RANDY !!!!!!!!!!???" Vick yells his name while on the ground.
No answer form Randy.
Vick is covered in blood by a gun shot to the arm. He realizes he needs help but thoughts are racing in his head as his heart is beating fast and tears are in his eyes. Vick managed to crawl to the car and grab the seat for support to help pull him up enough to see Randy.
"RANDY MAN GET UP!!!!!! GET UP MAN.,FUCK !!!!" Vick yells, crying in anger.
Vick pulls his self all the way up in the seat and sees Randy's eyes wide open like he's seen a ghost. His hands are on his chest from multiple gun shot wounds to the chest and neck.
Vick hears ambulance and police sirens nearing them.
