Karis is a cold blooded killer and didn't give a fuck what anyone has to say about it. Karis and his crew want to be the last ones standing in a crew war that's going on in their hood.
Don is a king pin that rules with an iron fist and just like Kar...
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"Damn this shit tight as fuck" I thought out loud while I pulled on the collar of my all-black suit. I was currently looking for a parking space at Treys funeral. I told that pussy ass bitch I was gonna hug his mama, and like the stand-up guy I am imma keep my word.
"Shit more people care about this nigga than I thought." Donte chimed in while pointing to a free space for me.
"Wake up Quan." I tapped him a couple of times but to no avail. "Quan getcho black ass up!!" I kicked him hard as fuck in his leg causing him to let out a loud yelp before he started cussing me out.
I kissed my teeth at him as we all exited the car and made our way into the church. Once we got through the crowd of people at the front my eyes immediately spotted Trey's mom falling out over his casket. I quickly forced a tear out before I made my way over to embrace her.
"Hey baby, I haven't seen you since you were a little boy." She spoke turning around and embracing me harder. I took the tissue I had in my pocket and wiped her watery eyes. I almost felt like this was a little evil but fuck it.
"I'm so sorry for your loss Ms. Brenda. He didn't deserve to go out like that." She shook her head and gave me a reassuring smile. It's ok baby the bastard that did this to my son will reap what they sowed."
With that she turned around to go sit with her family.
Trey got exactly what he had coming to his stupid ass I thought to myself.
"Attention everyone, please take your seat we're getting started with the service now." I made my way over to my crew after the pastor called attention to everyone.
"Today we celebrate the life of Treyvon Whitlock. He was a devoted boyfriend to his lovely girlfriend Latisha, an adoring son, a best friend to some of y'all, and most importantly a father to be." That man lying like hell, Trey was an asshole stickup man that didn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of.
He went on to read that long ass obituary. I was contemplating walking out that bitch since I really ain't give a fuck about what he had to say about Trey, but I had to keep up the appearance.
"I don't know about y'all, but I want some of that good repass food." Dontae spoke after 2 long hours of them going on like trey was some regular law-abiding citizen. This nigga stays thinking bout food plus we did what we came to do already and there was no way I was forcing myself to care longer than I needed.
"The fuck you doing here Karis?" One of who I assumed was Trey's peoples rolled up on me.
"And nigga who is you?" I sized him up in return. I've never seen this nigga a day in my life so how the fuck does he know me? He leaned in and whispered something in my ear, but I couldn't understand what he was saying because the church bell started to ring loud as hell.
