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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"This week we're pushing Miami cocaine onto the street. This shit is pure, so it's going from $150 to $250 an 8 ball." I looked amongst my crews and noticed the animosity with quickness and ease.
"If any of ya'll got something to say speak the fuck up now!!" I been noticed the cold shoulders and the weird looks all week and I was just waiting for somebody to say something.
My brows instantly raised when one of my foot soldiers steps forward with his hand slightly raised. "Yea,Some of us do have a problem selling dope for a fucking fag—" His sentence was cut short by the sound of a loud bang. In an instant his whole body went limp and hit the floor with a loud thud.
"Would the other somebody's like to join their amigo on the ground?" Everyone just stood around looking lost. The last thing I was gonna do is let someone disrespect me, much less Karis.
"Any nigga who got a problem can bounce to the other broke ass plugs around town, for the niggas who wanna retire by 35 are welcomed to stay." I explained with my gun ready for someone to step outa place. When nobody else moved I tucked my gun back into my waist band.
"That's what the fuck I thought. Go see Tyree for reups; and one of ya'll get that dead ass nigga the fuck outa here!!" I closed my eyes and sighed. With everything going on these past couple weeks the stress just kept on getting worse. My eyes then drifted over to the many bottles of booze that were spread all across the table in my trap house. I bit my lip and sat down on the couch. One drink won't hurt I thought to myself as I took a swig of the hot liquid. The feeling of it trickling down my throat for the first time in months was painful yet soothing.
My eyes suddenly peeled open when I felt the couch dip in. I watched as Tyree looked around aimlessly like he had something to get off his chest but didn't wanna talk first. "Whatever it is Ty just spit it the fuck out." I was already irritated ,and his presence was making it worse.
"I mean... I just wanna say I knew it." I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. "All jokes aside man I'm happy that you finally found someone; even if it's Karis mean ass."
We both immediately busted out laughing. "Aye nigga watch how you talk about my baby."I won't worried bout Tyree feeling any type of way about this at all. I knew he was gonna be by my side regardless. "Thanks man, I really appreciate that."
"Of course, we hermanos de por vida." I smiled and dapped him up before I took another sip of alcohol. "Thanks Ty."
I picked up my phone and checked to see if I had any calls or texts from Karis and was concerned when there wasn't any. "Aye ty I gotta bounce, make sure everyone is up to speed with reups." He shook his head and dapped me up once again before I made my way home to my baby.
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"Papi" I called out to him once I unlocked the door. I instantly sighed and rubbed my temples when I found him sitting in my living room dressed in all black putting silencers on guns.
