𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 38

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Man a pull up pon dem block in a casual fit cause last time mi check mi nuh give a fuck

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Man a pull up pon dem block in a casual fit cause last time mi check mi nuh give a fuck.

"Yow wah did gwan fi the bwoy weh do the ting to yuh maamz mother" Pops turns too me and ask.

Kmt Deven wah hear nothing bout deh gyal deh.

From yah call her gyal mk every respect gone fi her.

"Dat dead man" I respond lighting up a spliff that I just made. "Memba Xavier did do the dirt fimi".

"Ahh mi memba man" He nods while trailing behind the number of cars.

We were all on the way to Tyler's warehouse to deal with him since him wah run on pon fi we block.

We were all driving in probox. They are dressed in all black and I'm just in a grey shorts and a slides.

Only thing mi have and a ski mask.

We park about a block from the warehouse and I hop out of the car.

"Memba mi want Tyler alive cause dat deh man deh mek mi run up and dung like mi a track star" I spoke loudly so everyone could hear.

I catch Jayden glancing at me but I avoid him.

Man nuh carry pussy feelings and that's my cousin but some trust gone from our friendship.

"Alright uno portal now!" My father yells.

Men scattered all over the place and head in the direction of the warehouse.

Me and Pops walk right through the front door like we own the place.

I shot the person at the front in his head and his body fell to the ground with a thud.

"Dead bwoy" My father says in a sing song voice.

"Head split" I respond.

"Yow we a fuckry enuh" He laughs.

"Fi real man" I respond.

I walk to the stairs to go downstairs.

My father is behind me as I carefully walk down the stairs trying not to make a noise.

I reached the bottom of the stairs and walk to the only door there.

I slowly open the door and 3 man was in the room distributing a white substance.

Coke to be exact.

I let out a ring of gunshots hitting them in the process.

Their body drop to ground and blood spills out of their bullet wounds.

"Not one man yuh nuh left fimi" Pops said with a light chuckle.

"Y pon dat badman" I replied with a laugh.

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