𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒

16.~𝐃𝐮𝐜𝐤~

~MO~

Eli haven't answered his phone since last night. I called everyone asking have they seen him. Nobody knew where he was , last time i talked to him he said he was finna stop at the gas station to get some more cigars, and i know damn well it don't take 24 hours to get one. He was post to be riding with me to go pick up this drop later on. We've been having hella weed come in since that sell we made and I'm trying to keep it that way but Eli dumb ass finna fuck it up.

It's been a while since i seen them boys. When i got home that night from the club i did some digging. I found out that the boys name are Syair and Amir. They had to start working for boss a few years back because i notice the tattoos they had on there forearm. I would have never knew they were apart of Crenshaw. Me and boss used to go way back. When i was about twenty-two I had fled to Tennessee, the polices was on my ass about a murder. Whenever i went down there i would go visit my grandma. I would constantly run into him, its like that nigga was everywhere and it pissed me off.

I hate that nigga with a passion. He so fucking self-centered and cocky he think everything belongs to him because he own this and that.

This one day i was going to get some more house supply for my grandma things like cleaning supplies and groceries. She always like to ask me to do everything when i gotta go, but i do it anyways cause i love her. My mom was never around to take care of me so i always lived with my grandma.

I was pulling out the drive way when boss come flying down the street in his jet black Bugatti. His car making that skrrt  sound as he presses on his brakes stopping his car that was about to hit me.

*Flashback*

"MAN, what the fuck. This nigga can not drive for shit" i say stepping out the car. I walk over to his car as he get out. "MAN, WATCH WHERE THE FUCK YOU GOING LIL NIGGA" he says shouting in my face raising his hand at me. "Aye ,look don't get all hostile and shit cause yo ass cant drive. You not post to be going that fast any damn ways." I say. Who the fuck does he think he talking to? Nigga must not know who i am.

He lets out a loud laugh before saying "I rule every motherfucking block on this motherfucking street if i wanna drive 70 mph ima drive it. Next time move the fuck out the way"

Did he really just try and check me? 

"Must dont know who the fuck i am" i say adjusting my strap that was resting in my waistband. "No, YOU must don't know who I am" he says also adjusting his strap. Ion even know him and he already pissing me off .

"What's going on out here" my grandma says walking out the house. "Nothing momma, he was just telling me how much he likes my car." I smirk. Suprisingly she never knew I was associated with the gang life, she knows I be around it but doesn't know I'm involved. Boss looks at me like he wanted to shoot me dead. I pat his shoulder as i walk back to my car.

*Flash back over*

We ended up seeing each other again. I got into a altercation with one of his Crenshaw members and he tried to pull a gun out on me.

I left Tennessee that same day because it was way to much shit going on and I don't need beef in two states. When i came back it was about four polices at my door. They couldn't even wait till a nigga pull in the drive way. There was no sense in running either cause they was going to give me more years then originally. They ended up giving me 6-7 years. They ain't have much evidence that it was actually me so I received less time than the others. That was about 14 years ago.

I pulled up to Winn-Dixie waiting in the car a little bit before heading inside. I'm tryna go in and be out. To much shit happens when I'm out in public with no one with me. Usually eli here but apparently he to busy to pick up his phone.

A dark grey SRT pulls up in the empty parking spot right across from me. The hairs on my neck stands up when i notice who's in it.

That hoe ass nigga Syair Spencer

Smiling as i draw my gun out from under my seat. I slide the clip inside as i cock it back. I wait until he gets out the car making his way inside the store.

Ima wait till he leave..

I told his ass he better duck when he see my ass, hope he took me for real cause i ain't missing. I've been waiting for his ass since the day he killed Reke and my brother Ty. He looked me dead into my ass right before he got into his car.

I want to be the last person he sees when he die. I want him to remember my face. I want that nigga dead.

I should of killed his ass that same day, but I've been plotting on him for a while now and right now was the perfect time. Barely any cars was out and he was alone with no strap.

Like a Dumbass

I lay my seat back as i wait for him to come back out. Sitting my gun on my lap. Never taking my eyes off that door.

Im not letting him out my sight. I want that nigga dead.

About 10 mins later i see him leaving out as he walks back to his car holding a jug of apple juice. I step out my car waving my gun at him. "AYE SY" his eyes laced with fear as looks over in my direction. His body freezes as he drops his jug. Everything felt like it was moving so slow.

My finger presses down on the trigger as it fires hitting him in his side. I shoot him 2 more times aiming for the chest and another in the stomach.

His body falls to the ground as he curls up. I walk up to his body kicking him in his stomach. Blood gushes out his stomach as he held it trying to stop the blood. He turns his face towards the cement as he winces in pain. "Fuck you" he murmurs I get on one knee as i get into his face. "Told yo ass to duck didn't i?" Laughing at his limp body.

Blood filling his mouth as he body starts to jerk. "I should blow yo fucking brains out, but i rather watch you bleed out" i say pressing my Mac-11 to his temple my face harden while speak to him. He mumbled something but i couldn't hear him over the sound of him choking on his own blood. His eyes slowly starting to close as pools of blood form around his body. "Let that be yo warning bitch. Cause there will be no next time" I spat.

The sound of sirens in the distance filled the air. I rush to get up hopping into my car and pulling off before anyone saw me. Ian tryna go back to prison again. I toss my gun back under my seat. His body unconscious and I see no movement.

One down...one to go

~AUTHOR NOTE~

OUR POORRR BABBYYY😞IM SO SORRY YALL BUT IT HAD TO HAPPEN SOONER OR LATER😟

#TEAM FUCK MO