I can't even bare the thought Travis beating Lisa. But it's all good. I noticed Travis walked off, so now is my time. I knew Travis had a six milimeter taped under the dresser he passed. I quietly snatched it from under the drawer. I also knew it had a compresser already on it, which made it perfect. Before I took action I listened to his phone conversation. " Imma give you one more time to just surrender. I swear Marco it wasn't me. I still don't believe you. Marco , you've known me all my.... " I pistol whipped him. Then I pick up the phone. " Meet at the spot were Travis was robbed if you want him. And I believe you owe me fifth-teen racks for him. " It gtew quite. " Deal." Marco hung up. Now I gotta get this heavy ass nigga in the car and find a bag to put over his head.
