𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 , sugarhill ddot (COMPLETED)

chapter seven

LIL MURDER, the name spread like wild fire in new york. any gang knew it was him that killed her, but none of them understood why.

excuse mistakes !!

3 DAYS BEFORE HER "DEATH"

LIL MURDER STARED AT the male and women weirdly. "you wan me to kill ya daughter? fuck is wrong witchu?"

"look we didn't come here for constructive criticism. we heard you do stuff like this. i'm not asking you to do it, im telling you to do it." the women spat. "we know all bout you. you either help us with this, or we give the police a lil hint about all the murders."

"you'll be going down & for how long? maybe what, like 60 years life in prison?" the women threatened. lil murder swallowed. the lady was right. all the murders was become of him, he was a hit man. if the police got word of that, he would be locked up forever.

"fine. how much you payin me?"

the lady smirked. "14 million to kill my daughter. if you fail the price drops."

"we'll have it sent to your bank later today. start planning "lil murder"." the lady mocks, a taunting grin on her face. he watched as they walked out, his hands gripping his sweatpants tightly. he couldn't kill a kid, she did nothing to him.

but he had too, so he picked up his phone, dialing the one person he knew that was close to her.

"i need a favor KILLA."

a/n killa (boy she was walking wit)

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time skippp ( DAY OF HER "DEATH")

LIL MURDER ADDED BULLETS into his gun, him and killa had came up with a plan. he was gonna lure her to a certain part of the area, that's when he would drive by, and kill her.

it was finally the right time, he sat patiently in his car till the right moment.

he titled his head against his head rest & closed his eyes. he wanted to back out so bad, but he couldn't go to jail. nobody knew of this, not even his close homeboys. he had a daughter at home, he couldn't leave her. especially with her so young, he just couldn't.

lil murder sighed and opened his eyes. he got the message from killa, telling him to come on.

turning his car on, he put it into drive & began driving. his left hand gripped the gun that previously sat in his lap before he hung his arm out the window.

as he got closer, he raised the gun. letting out two shots, hitting the girl in her chest.

his eyes widened. he actually did it. his eyes watered, finally realizing what he did.

snapping out of his thoughts he yelled to killa, "NIGGA GET IN."

killa ran to his car and hopped into the back seat. "we did it nigga!!!" he cheered, slapping his shoulder.

lil murder, stared ahead. tears quickly running down his face, he regretted it already. he tuned killa out as he cheered in the backseat.

how could he be so happy with killing a innocent girl? how could ones parents hate them so much that they want them murdered? he could never understand.

he drove to the trap house, "get out." he mumbled as he stopped the car. "you not comin in? niggas gon be excited, ready party all night."

"how are you okay wit this." he whispered. killa titled his head, "huh?"