Opposites Attrαct ; A Prodigy Love Story ♥

Chapter O2.

Enjoy #TeamMindless ~Cookiee

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Chapter O2 ; Jealousy

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Craig 'Prodigy' Crippen Jr.

Jacob and I got in my car. I insert the key in the ignition and the engine purred. I drove off. Once we got to the warehouse, Jacob and I got out. "Don't lock it". I told him leaving my door unlocked. He nods. "ii..Listen..I'll be lookout, when I give you the signal you come out and shoot". He nods. We walked up to the warehouse. I heard some voices in the back off the warehouse. "Lets go. They in the back". We creeped to the back. We saw a tall slim white man , a fat short caramel skinned man and A buff tall black man. I looked at the picture. It was them. "In 5..4..3..2..--" We jumped out and started Shooting. Of course there were more men there. They quickly took out their guns and started shooting. "Oh Shit! Prince watch out". I yelled as bullets fired out of both of my guns. "No Shit". He said shooting. We already killed the fat man. We started backing up. We killed a few other men. The other persons who was standing was the tall slim man and the buff black man. They were dodging the bullets. They were shooting at us. I finally shot the tall slim man in the forehead. He dropped to the floor. Bulls eye. I smirked. Then There's The buff man, I think his name is Mush. He had an evil look on his face. We back away. "Shoot". I whispered to Jacob. He got a good grip on the gun. He pulled the trigger sending the bullet straight to Mush's head. Mush falls down. We quietly walked to the back again to make sure the coast was clear. there was no one. I found a hammer on the table. I picked it up and started smashing the window. When there wasn't no more glass, I climbed in the warehouse. I looked around. "Jacob? Come in". He groans. "Prod? I can't". He whines. I poke my head out the window. "And why not?". I asked him. He slowly unzips his leather jacket to reveal his white v-neck shirt. "What are you showing me, nigga?". I rolled my eyes because he wasting time. "Look down at my torso!". He screams. "I've been shot, got damn it". I looked down at his torso. There was blood everywhere. My eyes widen and I shook my head. "Shit! Fuck! Prince wait here, I'll go get the money". I said with anger in my voice. Not Prince, why him? I love him as my own Brother. I'm closer with him then the other boys. My fist balls up. I searched around the Warehouse. Nothing. But then I saw a door. I walked up to it and tried twisting the knob. Locked. I started kicking it. The wooden door started breaking. Well I had on timberland boots on. Once I made a hole, I made my arm go through the door and find the knob. I found it and twisted it causing to open. I pull my arm out and I walked in. I looked around. I began to search. I heard a chuckle that startled me. I quickly pull out one of my guns. The red with silver outlines. The chair behind the wooden desk slowly turns. I aim the gun at the chair. Then a fat african american man appears smirking. "Who the fuck are you?". I asked him. He chuckles. "My name is Stevenson and I'm the head of this gang". I got a good grip on the gun. "I knew Jimma would send some men after me". He laughs. I still had a serious facial expression. "How old are you? You seem young". He asks me. "16 going on 17". I answered. "Now where's the money?". I asked firmly. "Sorry son. I'm afraid that I can't tell you that". I aimed the gun at his forehead. "Just tell me where the money is, and no one gets hurt". He chuckles. "Mister, I don't know what's so got damn funny. Fill me in..won't cha?". Stevenson stops laughing. "Jimma wants that money so bad? Shit. Here". He opens a drawer. He takes out a bag and starts putting all the money inside. "There it is". He throws it on top of his desk. I slowly walked up to him. "Thank you for you service --". I pulled the trigger sending the bullet into Stevenson's forehead. I watched as the blood flows down his face. I smirked. I go behind the desk and started to search. There was more money than ever. I began to throw all of it in the bag. I finished. I got out of the room and walked up to the window. "Yo Prince?". I called out. "Yeah". He says lowly. I jumped out the window. I see Princeton bending down holding his waist. "Come on Bro. Hospital ASAP". He slowly stand straight and throws his arm around my shoulder as my arm wraps along his waist. We slowly walk up to my car. I throw the bag in the back and got Princeton in. I got in as well. I put the key in the ignition and the engine started. I quickly drove off to Jimma's Warehouse. I parked the car. "wait here". I got the bag from the back and walked up to Jimma's warehouse. I dialed the code and the door opens. I walked in Jimma's Office. I threw the bag on top of his desk. "Yo Prod. What's the matta with you?". He asked me. I rolled my eyes and balled up my fist. "You see. Jacob got shot and that's all your fucking fault. If you wasn't a damn punk, Jacob and I wouldn't do none of my damn missions. And Jacob wouldn't gotten shot". Jimma's eyes widen. "Damn Craig, you think I'm a punk ? Never the day. Where's Jacob?". I walked up to the door. "in my car". I opened the door and slammed it behind me. I walked out the warehouse and up to my car. I got in and drove off. Mission accomplish.