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Marshal Wallace ♊️
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"Koi" Greyson ♐️
Marshal
I eye Steelo and his side kick then turn my head to face two more of them. They're all taller than me... of course.
You caught up Marshal. This is exactly why I didn't wanna do this anymore.
"Cough up the dough lil nigga and that's on orders," Steelo says.
"I won fair and square. This money for my momma bruh, she could die," I hold my hands up.
"Nigga ion give a damn bout yo sob stories. You hid away for a lil while. Think we forgot about the last time, huh?"
I ball my face up.
"The last time I beat y'all house fair and square," I get upset.
"Ain no runnin now red bone, we got you surrounded. You're a pest, a mosquito sucking our lane dry. I want the bread from warm hands, but I don't mind if they cold," he flips out a blade.
"So you won't fight me for it?" I try.
He grabs my face and pulls me close to him. I look around at his peoples while I'm his grip.
Way too many. What have you done Marshal?
Dumbass.
"I don't want to," Steelo says.
"Cause I gotta nice chance at winning," I struggle while looking up at him.
He laughs and pushes my head into the wall.
"I didn't want to embarrass you too much, but you pushin my limits wit your smart, pretty ass mouth... fem boy, Mr. Pretty Smart Mouth?" He says.
"I'm not a fem boy... and no you can't have my money," I keep my face straight.
"Oh yeah? Well how about I take that butt, then you hand it over? If it's good enough I just might consider lettin you keep your life," he grabs at my pants.
