aromantic. ~ b.e story

chapter seventeen

TAURUS

"shit bro." i say to myself as im parked in the parking lot of the gang affiliated house.

you didn't know this side about me did you?

josh just hung up on me and i could tell that nigga was pissed off, i felt like what i did was right. but i swear he best not be doing no stupid shit right now.
i sigh as i entered the building of the gang i joined 3 years ago. security asked for my id and i passed them my record.

they let me inside and i walked into a dark building with red lights surrounding everywhere around the place, i entered a room for the top people in this coordination, plastered with the word "DUSA" on the door. in this area, dusa meant the game of pure and cruel death.

where you'd have people compete against each other in something we called the death circle, where everyone surrounded in a circle around the two people fighting. if you got scared, or weak and tried leaving the circle, you couldn't. whoever comes out alive made it into the gang.

this is what we called the mafia. i had to go through dusa to get into this shit, it helps me with my money and not even billie knows im affiliated with this. 

anyways.

i looked inside the room to see the exact person i've been meaning to see ever since this bitch anastasia came around.

it was my time.

i start speaking to one of my associates.

"yo, ima need you to do me a favor." i say briefly. "go on." he said with a deep tone.

"ima need you to kill a bitch." i said seriously, he chuckled and gave me a "what the fuck happened" look.

my associates know about billie and how shes like my sister figure, when its about billie they on the job straight.

"look, some hoe named anastasia is an old childhood best friend of billies boyfriend, josh. but that escalated, according to billie josh only moved to malibu because he wanted to get away from that obsessive bitch. but now that anastasia knows that josh and billie are dating she found they sex tape and she tryna threaten billie with that shit to get her and josh to stop speaking to each other." i explained sternly making sure he understood i was being fucking serious.

he nodded then spoke, "sick bitch." he said.

"how much you want for it?" i asked without second thinking.

"$1245 dollars brotha. especially ona college campus." he said seriously.

"i'll make it $2,000, get the job fuckin' done, and i want her dead in 2 weeks from now." i said as i walked out of the dusa room and made my way out of the building back to my car as i got an incoming phone call from "brotha💯" which was josh on my phone.

"this nigga called just in time." i mumbled under my breath as i stepped into my car.

"hello?" i said lowly, still telling i was frustrated.

"yo, billie wanted to know where you're at. shes worried" josh said deeply sounding almost muffled.

this piece of cotton shit got his damn fingers on his microphone again. dumbass, i thought laughing to myself.

"what's funny nigga." josh said sounding almost serious which made me laugh even more.

"im laughing because you gotcho damn fingers on yo microphone again" i spoke busting out laughing.

he sucked his teeth and spoke.

"im fr bouta hang up on you, answer billies question nigga. im gon' pass you her." he said almost giggling.