Chapter Five: Six Feet Above Ground

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Anonymous P.O.V.

I have had her here for three whole hours and she still ain't talking. It could take years to crack this bitch. She acts like she's queen bee or some shit but I don't give a fuck. The only thing she will get on a platter is this pistol if she don't start talking.

"Where is it?!" I yelled at her.

She kept that same stupid smirk on her face so I hit her again. She was a real case. She just looked at me like she was possessed. This bitch was insane, always smiling and shit.

I felt uncomfortable so I left her to herself. She wasn't about to break off in my ass.

I told one of the boys to handle her ass though until the boss gets back. She'd be surprised to find out who is holding her here . . . The look on her fucked up face will be priceless.

Gene's P.O.V

When I finally got to Nana's house, I saw that the lock had been busted. I then knew that one of Nana's old friends dropped by. "Aye Lorenzo . . . Go wait in the car," I told him. He didn't look like a street niggah so I wanted to spare him some hurt. He refused so I let him come.

" Iight dude if they start shooting YOU BETTER HAVE MY BACK," I said to him. I wanted this niggah to be clear on my expectations from him. I handed him a gun and he nodded.

The house was tore up. I mean it looked bad last night but damn. I stepped over all the glass and broken tables. I tried my best not to make any noise.

I heard rambling so I motioned for him to stay still. I didn't want whoever was up there to come out bustin. I got this lil bih number from earlier and I wasn't planing on dying without her giving me some play.

When I heard it stop I told him to come on.

BOOM!

I looked back and had my nine right between Lorenzo's eyes. "What the fuck are you doin?!" He semi yelled. "What the fuck you doin?!" I snapped back. "Trying to get us killed bitch?!" This niggah so damn clumsy, tripping and shit. "I ain't no bitch," he said looking like he always did. UGLY! I shrugged my shoulders and walked on.

When we got up the stairs I saw that the room door was slightly opened so I busted open the door and started aiming everywhere.

"Where the hell is she?" I thought to myself.

"Where she at dude?" Lorenzo asked. I was about to respond when I seen shadows on the wall. I backed up into the closet. Not even seconds later here comes Lorenzo's big scary ass too. "Agghh . . . Make Room Man!" He said. I just shook my head and moved over.

We waited for about 5 minutes to come out, just to make sure. "Why you pushing me dude?!" Lorenzo said stumbling. I just laughed because this niggah was a trip.

"Nana is that you?" I heard someone whisper.

I immediately put my gutta face on. I click, clack, loaded my shit and walked slowly into the hallway. I saw a niggah with his piece on Cal's dome and she was crying. I heard her beg for her life and I froze up.

I told her I would always protect her from this shit.

"Last words?" He asked laughing. That put the key in the ignition for me. I aimed the gun at this niggahs head and before I could even pull the trigger someone took care of it for me.

POW! POW!

I turned around and it was him.

He had his gun to Lorenzo's head and I had mines at his. "Put it down," I told him. He smirked and did so but I still had mines ready and loaded. The tension between us was so real.

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