Who Says A Thug Can't Be Loved?

Chapter 11

"Son of a" Xavier said, pulling out his Pistol from his waist, before making sure the chick he pulled this girl down to the ground. 

"Yo, we gotta jet now!" T-rack said, after firing back. 

His guest stayed on the ground crying and before this dumb chick tried to crawl to her friend. I roughly pulled her arm. 

"We gotta go come on"

"B-Bu-"

Before she tried to refuse, I simply pulled her ass up to her feet and headed down the steps while firing my gun. People were screaming, running all over the place as I ducked down along with the girl while two niggas dressed as bartenders, shot fire at us from the bar. 

They missed and I shot one down and headed straight exit door that only T-rack and I knew. But since we gotta separate, I know he'll find another way.

 "P-Please just wait a min!" She begged, but I ignored her as the screamed and shooting continued. I pushed the emergency back door open, rushing down the stairs. 

"Gotchu you little bit-"

POW

"Mother fucker" I said, after aiming to this big nigga head as his lifeless body slumped down the steps. The girl looked at the body in horror. 

"O-Oh my God!" She shrieked and I rolled my eyes.

 "It's either him or you, now hurry the fuck up" I demanded after hearing echoes of the back door open, I shot up in their direction after passing by the dead body and finally made it outside. "Fuck" I cursed, hearing sirens while this stupid girl tries to break free from me. 

I was debating to either shoot her or let her dumb ass go and get herself killed until I heard a tired Screech to our direction. 

"DREAD COME ON!" T-rack demanded pulling up, as we heard the sirens coming closer. The girl ran to the car before me but I heard the door swung open. 

I quickly blasted him twice to his chest before he even had the chance to do shit.

I ran to the car, hopped inside the front seat and T-rack speeded off. 

"Oh my god Renee are you okay?!" the girl sobbed, hugging her friend. 

I ignore them, while I continued looking through the blindside mirror to be sure we wasn't being follow.

 "Yo what the fuck?" T-rack said, after making a sharp left turn. 

"I don't know either, it ain't them niggas that owe King Money nor his clients we made a delivery to today. That shit look like it was personal since about two niggas was dressed as a bartender. Like they was waiting on us to let our guard down I guess. This must be something personal, they was trying to murk us." I explained with a hunch. 

Not entirely sure, but for now since we're good, I can calm my nerves down taking deep breath as these two girls continued on their sobs conversation. Before T-rack was going to say something, his iPhone rang and he answer the call connected to his Bluetooth.