The Secret - YBxNardo

1. In Blood

                          Kentrell

"Aye slime I gotcha," I say understanding my mission.

"Ight have it done before 12," Boss said.

"I will, boss." I say looking at the time. It's 10:40 and I gotta put a nigga to sleep forever by 12. Shit sometimes I wish I became a plumber or computer technician. I actually did take computer science classes but I got caught up in the street shit.

I grab my .38 and my trap phone. Its only fo emergencies and shit cause I know they can track your location with the cell signals. Ion need any evidence that I was there if they lock me up for murder ian getting out.
Ion know how i never got caught doing this im really think im slow asf.

I get in the car and my phone starts ringing. I answer it.

"Wassam lil baby," I say, grinning thru the phone.

"Nun but missing you Trell," she said flirtatiously.

"I miss you moe baby but wat you been up to?"

"I went to work and this-..."

I look at the time and realize its 11. I only got an hour to get this shit done.

"Aye imma call you back lil mama I luv u," I say.

"I love you too."

The call ending sound plays and I put my car in reverse and back out the spot.

I play one of my unreleased songs on the aux.

Can you make it better? Trap out like Griselda
Post up with Barettas, hustling through the night, yeah
Spin the block, finna stretch 'em
Wake the hood up when we wet 'em
And it's all gon' be alright, yeah
When that wrong choice take your life, yeah

The speakers in the Hellcat SRT have too much bass shit gone make my head hurt.

"Lemme turn ts down," I say before actually turning it down.

I get to the house my boss told me to go to. Its a nice sized two floor house with a drive way with 2 nice BMWs.

"Well they fosho aint broke," I say sighing.

I turn the car off and put on my gloves and ski mask. I pull out my laptop and go to the program that allows me to hack into ADT security systems. I disengaged it so I could sneak in without warning the target.

I look at the house again. I dont have no issue knocking a nigga off but shit.

I get out of the car and look around to make sure no one is watching me. I walk to the side fence and jump it. I get to the side door and check it. Its open. I open it a lil but that mufucker started creaking. I stop cause ian tryna get caught I got a girlfriend and a baby onna way.

I open the door slowly and find myself standing in the laundry room. I walk around into the kitchen. Its nice asf. Stainless steel everything. No white refrigerator. Island in the middle with fruits. It smells like cookies. Shit smell bout good as hell but ion need no distractions so ian gonna steal one. Might let them mfs burn so the house burn down. I walk into the living room looking for the target. He tall brownskin with waves. Bout 40. I see a picture of the target and a lil nigga who look bout my age.

"He cute asf," I think to myself.
Wait... Ian gay. That nigga ain't cute what the fuck.

I walk down the hallway and hear the voice of an old man talking on the phone. I immediately know its him.
I stop and listen to what he was saying.

"Yeah son come home thru the side door I left it open for you," he says.

"Okay," the son says.

"Okay son I love you see you soon," he says waiting on a response .

"Okay," he says.
The call ends.
I know because I heard the sound.

I do kinda feel bad that his son is about to walk in to his father being shot in the head. But it seems like he dont like the nigga anyway cause look how he talk to him. His dad said i love you and he said okay. Tragic. He wont survive so he wont be able to describe me. And I already disabled all security cameras.

I pull out the .38 and cock it.
38 babyyyyyyyy yk what it is.

I open the door fast as fuck. so the nigga don't have time to react. The look on his face is priceless as fuck.

"What the fu-," the man is interrupted by the gunshot.

Shot his ass right in the head real sharpshooter shit.

I make sure I didn't leave any evidence and walk out. I get in my car and take off my gloves.

That lil nigga gonna be sad asf when he come home. I lowkey feel bad. I done killed bout 7 niggas I shouldn't feel bad. He cute tho imma make him my lil baby. He way finer den that other hoe anyway.

I unlock my phone and call the boss.

"Aye ni its done," I say.

"Good Top you can come and get ya money," he says.

"Nah imma get it tomorrow," I say.

"Ight say safe lil nigga."

"You too slime."

I start my car and circle the block. Thinking about the father I just took away from the nigga. I really feel bad.
I get back to the house and see somebody get out of a white BMW coupe. Must be the son. I park a few houses back and observe. Imma help him.
He comes to the side door and goes in the house.

I open my phone and look on Instagram. I scroll thru my suggested tab and see the son of the man I just killed. I click on his page and see pictures of him, his dad, and his other family. No pictures of his mom though.

My thoughts get interrupted by the screams of the son. I feel bad but now I know how to find him. I put my car in drive and pull the fuck off before the police get there.

__________________________________

Umm it might have to grow on yall idk.

Second chapter gonna be way longer.

Bye hoes.