Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝗪𝗣𝗕.𝗙𝗟📍🌴
♥𝗬𝗢𝗣♥
Yop was currently at the spot. He held his blunt between his lips as he pulled a huge tactical gear bag from on top of a shelf in the closet of his room. The heaviness caused him to take a deep pull of the blunt. He needed to catch his breath because he hasn't been lifting lately , this shit was heavy as hell.
So he yanked it on his back, wrapping his fingers tightly around the shoulder strap, snatching the blunt out of his mouth with his free hand, then releasing the smoke. That felt so much better. But he mugged his face soon as he heard the door open , Samurai and Samir laughing plus carrying on.
Nothing should be funny. Not when the deadline to turn the ho in, literally in 3 days! The fuck.
He's stepping out of the room towards the dining/living room area, just listening to Samir roast his brother about losing another slip, which was valid, because who the fuck bets on the Pistons to win? Especially when they 2/28. That's the dumbest shit Rai ever done. Shid, he would join in to laugh but it's just not the time.
His shoulder felt like it was about to pop out of its socket. He let out a grunt as he slammed the bag extremely hard on the tile floor, shutting them up just by the shaking on the ground and tools clanging together.
They both take a look at the bag, then at him , very unhinged about what's going on and why Yop pulled out this military gear bag.
He says nothing. They should catch a hint.
Zippers rattled as he opened it. There were many compartments filled with knives for torture, many would say psychological intimidation. Like pliers, clamps, blades, tucked in their own pockets.
Gotta admit, he hasn't used these in a hot minute. Kinda started to make him excited. Just a little.
He romantically slides out his favorite, Karambit blade. It was curved, clawed, and unpredictable.
Then his other favorite , Tanto blade. Now this one was more of a Japanese style, very sharp with an angular tip.
He went grabbing a whetstone to sharpen the blade. The edge scraping against the stone caused Samurai to finally speak.
"Wat yu on, fam?" He didn't sound scared for himself, but he was definitely nervous.
Let's go back to a conversation Yop had with Ty Lu about an hour ago:
"You know what we agreed on? If it's not done by the deadline I gave you then-"
Yop couldn't take Ty Lu and his stupid ass orders no longer. He's usually the one always in control and he felt like he was trying him on some shit. He took the phone from his ear and up to his mouth.
"NIGGA LOOK AT YO CALENDAR. IS IT THE 18th YET? NO, RIGHT? GET THE FUCK OFF MY LINE!"
There was a guttural roar tearing from his throat. Before he could hang up, Ty did him a favor.
