Murder Secrets

Tape 2

After Syjai's death, Tank spun a web of lies, creating a narrative that shielded him from the truth. Boo and Juke, even though uneasy, played along, keeping up a picture of normalcy while keeping their distance. But suspicions lingered, hanging over them like a dark cloud over their heads.

Soon enough, the authorities came knocking, taking away Boo, Juke, and Tank in for questioning. However, despite the mounting evidence, they were let out due to a lack of concrete proof. How did they manage to escape the eyes of the law? Tank, with his influence, flexed his power, making sure that any traces of their fight were quickly removed. From scrubbing the floors clean of blood to burning Tank's blood-stained shirt, they left no stone untouched in their journey to erase the evidence.

Once they were free, Boo needed some space. The weight of their secrets, the guilt, and the unknown weighed heavy on his shoulders, making him seek comfort in solitude.

One night, Boo sat up in bed, looking at his room with a heavy heart. "I gotta stop doing this shit to myself, man," he mumbled to himself.

He climbed out of bed and reached for the bottle of pills, swallowing four in one go. As he lay back down, a sense of numbness came over him, temporarily closing out the events of the previous day. It was a high he wished would never end, a brief escape from all the harsh realities that awaited him.

The next day, it took Boo a while to gather the energy to get out of the bed. Eventually, around noon, he dragged himself to Juke's house.

"Say, bitch. You straight?" Boo asked, concern in his voice.

"For sure, nigga. Come in," Juke responded, opening the door.

As they plopped on the couch, passing a wood back and forth, Tank walked in through the screen door.

"Figured y'all boys would be here," Tank commented with a smile.

"Bet you did," Juke responded between coughs, the smoke lingering in the air.

"Pass that shit, man," Tank said, taking a seat in the recliner.

"Y'all roll with me to the store real quick," Boo suggested.

As they rode to the store in Boo's truck, the atmosphere inside was tense, the weight of unsaid words hanging heavily in the air. As they pulled into the parking lot and stepped out of the truck, Tank couldn't shake the feeling of someone's eyes seeping into him.

Clutching Juke's gun tightly at his waist, Tank scanned the area, his senses on high alert. Inside the store, they got what they wanted in silence, but as they exited, Tank's suspicions were confirmed when he noticed a figure loitering outside, eyes fixed on him.

The person approached them slowly.

"Say, boy. Heard yo little brother got popped yesterday. Shit, wonder who did that?" Ashton said, his voice dripping with animosity.

"Bitch, get yo ass up outta here. Off this motherfucking block, don't speak on shit you don't know about," Tank yelled, his grip tightening on Juke's gun.

"Nigga, you don't run this shit. I'll do you some," Ashton yelled, his eyes blazing with boldness.

In a fit of rage, Tank passed his bag to and lunged at Ashton, his fist connecting with Ashton's nose with a nasty crunch. Gripping Ashton by the shirt, Tank dragged him into the alleyway, where he unleashed a nonstop barrage of punches and kicks, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing off the walls. Blood splattered everywhere as Tank's rage took over him, driving him to inflict much more pain to Ashton.

Boo interfered, pulling out his gun and aiming it at Tank. "Stop, bruh, before you kill this bitch," he pleaded, his voice cracking with urgency.

Tank smiled, pulling out his own gun and pointing it at Boo. "You steady pull out that gun, but you know you ain't gone bust it," he spat, his eyes on fire with fury.

Without hesitation, Boo rushed Tank, pinning him against the wall and pressing the gun under his chin, knocking Tank's weapon to the ground."I'll put a bullet right through yo bitch ass. You wasn't a man until you got this rod," Boo growled, his voice low and deeply menacing. "Let's get the fuck outta here before we end up back in jail."

Juke, on the other hand, realized Ashton was no longer moving or breathing. "He fucking dead, y'all. We gotta go right now!" he yelled.

With adrenaline running through their veins, then ran to the truck and sped out of the parking lot, driving away into the night, leaving behind the lifeless body of Ashton. Another life claimed in the grip of Tank's hands.

Tank just doing shit at this point, now that really didn't have to happen. Shit, what y'all thinking? 😂