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Kilyier "Killa" Ramos
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I glanced down at Princess who very obviously uncomfortable, I wanted to shoot the guy but I knew she would say it wasn't him fault.
So I was the bigger person.
For the first time in forever.
"We outta here." I grasped her wrist gently and she walked along with me in complete silence.
Just as we were about to walk back to my car the guy who puts the races together stepped in front of us.
"You can't leave Killa, you still gotta another match." He informed me.
"Fuck that, my girl upset, and now I am too so we dipping." I shook his words off.
"You really gonna play with these people money?"
I glanced back at the crowd of people who were looking at me with disappointment. I cracked my neck with a irritated sigh.
I reached into my waist band, sliding out my gun. "What the fuck you tryna do bout it—
The sound of sirens interrupted the altercation, I didn't even have enough time to run because officer ran over to me like they were waiting for me or something.
I stood in front of Princess, sliding the gun carefully out my hand and into hers while the pigs were to busy yelling in my face.
"Put your hand us and drop the fucking gun!"
I rose my hands to my head, my eyes not leaving Princess who backed up into a trash can that was lite on fire to make light.
"Where's the gun?" A officer asked after patting me down and finding nothing.
"What gun?" I asked cluelessly, smiling teasingly at his angry expression.
He grabbed me harder and shoved me into the car.
"Hey, you! Lemme check your bag!" A fat police man walked towards Princess.
Shit.
"No need I already checked her she's good. Right Princess?" I recognized the man as Destini's dad.
She nodded her head instantly watching as I got drove away with fear in her eyes.
