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"Bruh, we gon have to take you to the hospital to see if your hand ain't fractured or something", DJ said slightly touching Kirk's hand.
"No mayne, I'm good- I'm good".
Tracey was knocked out. Her head was tilted back with blood dripping down her face. Tyga got a call and put his finger on his lip, letting everyone know to shut up. He put the device to his ear and answered.
"Hello?....What's the problem?....Oh okay...We'll be on our way".
He ended the call and looked up at everybody.
"That was Smokey, we gotta get to his office", Tyga said putting his phone back in his pocket.
The guys nodded their heads and made there way out of the building into the alley.
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SMOKEY'S OFFICE- DJ
We pulled up to Smokey's office and got out of the car. My nerves were on edge. because Smokey don't usually call us unexpected. I grabbed my Adidas bag and threw it over my shoulder, just in case shit was about to go down. I had to be prepared at all times. Jordan, Tyga, Chris and Kirk walked infront of me as we made our way into the hallway. When we got to his big ass office, Smokey was facing the window in this big black chair. When he heard our footsteps , he turned his chair around slowly and smirked at us.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my hard working boys. Come on in-sit down. Have a drink", Smokey offered, but we didn't accept.
Smokey shrugged his shoulders and folded his arms, looking at all five of us.
"Well.." He started. "I found out about these two girls that you guys hang out with."
Everyone started getting nervous and looking everywhere. I looked down at my shoes and started doing the "Tootsie Roll".
"Nigga, what the fuck?", Kirk asked staring at him, with a weird facial expression.
I snapped out of it as soon as Smokey hit the table. Jordan covered his mouth, trying not to laugh and Tyga just shook his head. At this point, Smokey was getting irritated.
"Now, are you guys finish playing around?, Smokey asked with sarcasm.
We shook our head yes and he continued.
"I found out that one of the girls are in the OTHER gang and I'm not having it! I want her dead. NOW!", Smokey yelled out of anger and we all jumped.
"Hol' up, you talking about ole' girl Tammi?", I asked with one eyebrow asked.
"Whatever the fuck her name is- I don't care, I just want her dead", Smokey yelled, once again.
"Wait, hol' up..", Jordan started. "We can't kill Tammi. She's the most smartest, prettiest, trillest girl I've ever known" He paused. "I can't imagine it".
Everyone looked at him and Jordan cleared his throat. "I-I mean, I'm not killing her".
"So be it.." Smokey replied. "I'll just kill her my own damn self".
"NO! Just wait..." Tyga said. "We'll do it..."
"WAIT, WHAT?!", Jordan said.
"That's more like it..." Smokey smirked "I'll give you guys your five hundred thousand after you kill her.." He paused. "You guys will kill her , RIGHT?".
