Around a hour later, Sam walks in the living room. That nigga will never knock on the door... He puts a bag on the coffee table.
"Got a milli cash in it."
"Aight."
"Who that ?"
"What is you talking about ?"
"The girl."
"London."
"Booty call ?"
"No."
"They gonna come for her."
"I know. Got niggas watching her place."
"For how long ?"
I shrug, "We'll see."
"I hope you know what you doing bro. We can't afford to lose men just like that."
I just nod while he is smoking a joint.
"Where is the man ?"
"At the warehouse."
"Aight let's go."
I take my jacket and we leave the place. I let Sam drive.
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As we make our way in the warehouse, guards salute us.
"Glad to see you alive sir." One of them say.
We walk pass a few offices and we take the elevator. We finally reach the cellar. Some of my men are beating up the guy who stabbed me yesterday.
"Enough."
They let him go. The man starts to cough and mumbles insults. I get closer to him and realize he is heavily hurt. His brow bone is bleeding, just like his swollen bottom lip. He painfully opens his eye and begs me to have mercy.
"Who gave you the order ?"
"I can't... I can't say it..." He stutters. "They gonna kill me."
"You gonna die anyway. But I'll make sure you suffer. Speak the fuck now."
He shakes his head, which makes me smile nervously. I hate to waste my time but some people got be an example. I wave at one of the men and he hands me a hammer. I gave him my jacket and I take the tool. I hit my victim twice in each knee, causing him to scream out of pain. I hit another three times in both his hands. He starts to shiver.
"Yo yo stay with me lil boy I still need you alive." I put the hammer down. "Are you gonna give me a name or not ?"
He coughs up blood.
"Jus- Just kill me..."
"Man..." I sigh. "Don't fucking waste my precious time damn."
I take a drill from the toolbox. When I turn it on, the man gets agitated.
