Game Of Love

Prologue

"Try that shit now, Rome," he chuckled, rain and spit sputtering from his mouth.

I sat my gun on the dumpster top and went to whoop all eight of them niggas asses. One big ass nigga rocked my ass and shit may have stung for a split second but that shit made me more thrilled than I'd care to speak on. As I fought his ass off me, knocking his ass out, I was jumped on by three of the other niggas. I spun around, rain slushing all through my clothes and shoes, and smashed two of the niggas heads together and decked the other nigga straight in his shit.

"Four down," I smiled wiping blood from my mouth. "Four tah go," I told them.

The other four niggas looked at me then their punk ass homeboy and back to me with terror. Then they came swinging, and I'd be lying if I said they wasn't connecting but them niggas punches was weak as fuck. I let them get their hits in and knocked their asses out. I was on a high. Shit was really thrilling me. Once them niggas was out the way I picked my gun back up and shot them bitch ass niggas and then rounded on that wack ass nigga.

"Sup now bitch ass nigga?" I asked cocking my shit.

"Look Rome it was a misunderstanding," he said. "I was just scared is all and I really jus—

Then he tried to punch me but I shot his ass in mid swing his body hit the ground, rain and blood splattered around, his eyes open wide in shock.

"Happy birthday fuck nigga, hope you like yah present bitch," I said to his dead body then I walked off.