laundry room ✔️

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that same night
atlanta, ga
1:30 am

khalil pulled the black hoodie over his head as he grabbed his keys, he hurried out the door and got inside his car. he drove down 5 blocks away from the trap house, he walked the rest and entered the apartment. he saw big t snoring on the couch,

"aye" he said tapping him, big t gasped as he jumped up.

"you scared the fuck outta me khalil" big t groaned as he sat up. khlail hummed as he sat in a stool.

"where ya daughter at?" he asked, big t glanced over at him.

"she back with her momma, why?" he asked, khalil shook his head,

"just making sure she straight" khalil uttered, he saw big t gun in front of him on the table.

"yeah i wanted her to stay longer but she was missing her momma too damn much" big t smacked his lips, khalil nodded at him.

"what you doing up this late?" big t asked,

"i cant sleep so i took a drive, still thinking about the profit that went missing" khalil uttered,

"yeah it's fucked up what jeremiah did man, it's cold" big t shook his head.

"i heard from the great vine that it was, and not him" khalil laughed "i thought it was funny" he said. big t tensed up as he looked at khalil,

"who told you that?" he chuckled weakly, khalil waved him off,

"rando, i aint even pay him no mind forreal" khalil pulled his phone out, big t took his jacket off; he was sweating profusely.

"you ite?" khalil asked, he nodded.

"big niggas swear a lot" big t laughed nervously, khalil shook his head. khalil had his other hand on the trigger finger,

"not all of em" he said, big t nodded. "i thought it was kinda funny because i thought big t would never do no shit like that, i known him since diapers. i saw his daughter grow up, he would never in his right mind think of doing something like that" khalil said.

"you think i wouldn't find out tyrone?" khalil snarled, his eyes blazing. big t retorted,

"it aint even like that, i dont know what you talking about khalil but it ain't me man" big t assured him, khalil pulled his gun out aimed it towards him,

"nigga i aint-"

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khalil pulled the trigger, the bullet hit big t in between his eyes.

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the other 3 bullets went inside big t body, he sunk into the couch. he gasped softly as he stare at khalil. he walked over and stood in front of big t and stared back.

"tag you're out" khalil whispered, khalil turned the tv off and the lights,

he locked the front door and exited out the back door, he walked and walked till he saw his car and hurried towards it. he drove to the gas station and brought some snacks, he saw a girl staring at him.

"hey baby" she flirted, he ignored her and paid for the snacks before he walked back to his car. he drove back to his crib and entered the bedroom,

he saw sanai sitting up in bed, she rubbed her eyes at him.

"where were you?" she asked,

"i went to talk big t and to the store" he walked over to her, he placed the snacks in her lap and pulled his hoodie off. sanai grabbed the bag of hot cheetos,

"why you missed you?" khalil kissed her neck, sanai rolled her eyes.

"no" she laughed, khalil hummed at her. he stared at her as she opened the drink. "what?" sanai asked,

"imma have to go see my cousin again, he ain't doing so well" khalil said, sanai looked at him.

"hm, how long?" she asked.

"i might be gone for a while, like some months" khalil uttered, he pulled his phone out and showed her a picture of her cousin.

his cousin was sitting on the couch, with a needle in his arm, nearly dead. sanai winced at the sight,

"i'm not lying to you sanai" he said. technically he was and wasn't, but she ain't have to know.

"when you leaving? when you think you coming back?" sanai asked,

"imma leave tomorrow night, so imma spend time with you all day. and imma be back soon, you wont even notice i'm gone fr" khalil told her, sanai didnt answer. "dont be mad" he said.

"lets sleep" sanai pulled him onto the bed, khalil chuckled and turned the lamp off. he wrapped his arms around her body tightly.

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yeah that nigga dead dead fr, body weight no soul smh