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CARSON STROLLED DOWN the street, whistling a cheerful tune to himself. notti's eyes narrowed, a simmering anger rising within him as he watched. the bottle in his hand glinted menacingly beneath the street lights.
carson paused at a bus stop, seemingly lost to the world while he waited. notti saw his chance. with a swift movement he stepped out of the shadows.
without hesitation, he launched himself at carson, smashing the bottle against his head, shattering it. carson stumbled and fell to the ground, groaning in pain as blood gushed from the slashes on his head.
he looks up, disoriented, only to see notti towering over him with a steely stare. "that's for talkin' to what's mine, bitch." notti snarled. he crouched down, grabbing carson by the scruff of his shirt and slamming his head against the concrete.
"and you tell anybody i did this shit, ima come back for you." he spat on him and got up, before getting up and walking off. but carson didn't hear that anyway. he was far gone.
he stumbled off into the night, leaving carson lying in a pool of his own blood. notti had finally exacted his revenge, and if anything, it felt good.
him couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he strutted down the sidewalk, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. he had done what needed to be done, and he wasn't sorry about it.
