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𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋. 𝘏𝘖𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘕 , 𝟮:𝟬𝟬 𝗣𝗠
𝘼 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙋𝙇𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀.
TREY'S BREATHING WAS FINE as the gun continued to be thrusted into the back of his skull, making him look at the floor with his hand still holding his gun.
"Well lamar's bitch, youn got nun ta say huh? Got outsmarted and na' you finna die." He heard the voice of the messi nigga from behind him.
"Drop da fuckin gun!"
"NOW BEFORE I SEND YO ASS TO BAKE IN HELL WITH SATAN!" He barked at him.
Trey wasn't scared by that corny threat because one, it was corny like he said, and two, this wasn't the first time something like this happened to him. He's been in the game for almost four years. This wasn't nothing, so without a second thought he dropped his gun.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Who's a good bitch huh?"
Trey ignored him, he knew messi just wanted him to explode so he could shoot him in the head and send him right where he belonged like messi said, in hell.
Trey knew that's where he was going eventually, he had it coming, but not now. Not today.
So when messi moved to push the gun into his head once again, trey moved to the left, elbowed the gun away from him, and towards the ceiling before turning around, and snatching it out messi's hand.
Then, he looked messi straight in the eye. Messi immediately looked behind trey and then back in front of him before saying, "What, you gone pull it?"
"Aight bet, Ian no pussy. DO IT DEN BIT-"
Trey didn't even let him finish before he shot him right through the heart and let him fall to the ground.
Blood splattered all over trey, including his face. And trey barely blinked as it slowly started falling off his face, and into his hoodie.
But that's when somebody slashed a knife across trey's right arm, and turnt him around. As soon as he did, trey recognized it was the other one. Green. Trey grunted in pain as he looked to the side to see the door he first seen when he came in was open. So green was in there waiting for him, and that's what he heard behind the door. Which means the both of them had been waiting for someone from lamar to come.
Trey didn't have time to think about it as blood dripped down his arm, and his face, but he still had the gun in his right hand so he held it up and pointed right at green.
