Me And My Girlfriend.

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Aaliyah and Pac in mm.
Excuse mistakes and Enjoy.

Tupac

I chuckled evily at Carters, tortured body in front of me as he pleaded for his life. It was a true bliss seeing what my goons have done to him, because of his disloyalty. He thought he was going to get away with what he did to me, Tupac Amaru Shakur? Hell nah, wrong one to mess with.

"Pac', please, please. Don't do this," He pleaded. "I have a family man, please.. Dont do this,"

Taking a long drag from my cigg and releasing the smoke, I chuckled once more, along with everyone that was present in the room.

I walked up to his bare body as he was hanged by both his hands, once I became more closer, I noticed the blood dripping on the cold hard concrete basement floor from his wounds my people caused.

I smirked, satisfied with my goons precious art work all over his bare body.

"You know Carter," I started. "I really liked you. But your actions showed me that you can't be trusted."

I digged in my back pocket, once I found what looking for, I started to look over the proof my goons had for me.

The pictures, were of Carter selling me out to the police, just to save his ass for the past things he has done.

I threw all the pictures at him which caused him to flinch and wince in pain.

"Why, why man?" I asked him, with full attention.

"I'm sorry, mayne. I really am. I-I wasn't thinking straight that day." He explained. "They just pulled up on me and told me if I didn't give some info about you that, I, was going to get about fifteen years for the past things I've done, which meant I wasn't going to see my daughter until she was grown. I thought about it and I told them some false stuff about you,"

I laughed loudly at that. "Do you think I give any fucks about what you just said? No. I dont." I continue on, "You swear you lied but how the fuck did they know where my house was or where my moms lived or how about, where I be on a daily basis? Did you know I had to hide out in my own damn house?"

He looked down, shaking his head knowing he was clearly caught up in all his lies he told me since I walked up in here.

"Exactly," I agreed with his body language and went on, "I'm fed up with this shit. You showed that you weren't able to be trusted day one when he stole those supplies for your own special needs. I still haven't gotten my five thousand for all that shit. You're a dead man now."

I turned around and began to walk away as I heard him plead again but with much more sorrow, shit was enjoyable.

"Kill him," I ordered. "Once done, set him on fire and get rid of any evidence, what so ever."

As I walked towards my chair, I heard him yelling shit, I ain't have to care about.

"You gone regret this shit, Pac'. You really are, the cops gone be all over your ass when they realize that I'm missing. Your going to get life in prison, you gone rot. They comin." He screamed after me as I laughed at the fool. "No. I ain't mean it Pac', I take back the things I just said, I swea'. Man, please. I have a daughter to live for man, tell her I love her. Let me tell her. Please,"

I shook my head as I rolled the blunt while walking towards the basement door. "Why the fuck this nigga' still talking to me,"

He cried man tears. "Fuck you man. Ima hunt you from the dead. Be on the lookout, the police coming for all y'all," He warned while he screaming everything else that I ain't give two shits about.