Homicide

Chapter 1| 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

October 11th, 2:45 a.m

"What'cha got for me." Angelo asked, stroking his goatee as the salesman laid pounds of purified Cocaine on the table.

"All white and more white." He said and placed the last bag on the table.

Angelo cut the side of the bag with the small pocket knife he had and dipped his pinky in to taste it. It was pure, and he was satisfied with the Columbians cooking.

His closest workers came and got the shipment of cocaine putting it away.

"My cash." The shipman said, extending his hand out.

"What cash?" Angelo asked, furrowing his eyebrows. As if he had no clue what he was insinuating.

"Sorry sir, but this is 8 stacks worth of paraphernalia. If I don't come out of this building with no green in my hand then it might be a murder case on my head."

"Who said you would be leaving out this building? There you go, jumping to conclusions." The room grew tense, everyone else sitting silently in the knew Angelo's intentions, yet the shipman had no clue what he walked right into.

"What?" He asked, backing up a little and raising his left eyebrow.

"Think fast!" Angelo pulled his gun from out of his back pocket sending three swift shots into his head.

Down he went. The shipman should've known that this was going to turn into a dirty deal if he was alone. Rookie Mistake.

The shipman's now lifeless body began to leak a pond of blood, and without Angelo saying a word, his "gloves" were instantly up and cleaning up the scene.

"So, you want to hit the club tonight?" A close friend of Angelos asked.

"Nah, I promised Tori that I'll take her to get some more toys, and I know for sure I'ma be tired 'cause her ass about to have me running all around the store." Angelo responded, referring to his daughter.

When his daughter Tori was born Angelos life had changed for the better. He felt like he had a lot more to strive for other than the riches that came along with his lifestyle.

"Oh man, you got a sweet spot for her. Awhile ago you was saying she wasn't yours." Zeek did a small chuckle making Angelo have a straight face.

"I know I don't feel bad about it now, don't you know how big of a whore Trina was. Ain't no telling whose child it was." Angelo said, shaking his head at the thought of the mother of his child.

"Well, I see that you have plans. I have to make a run to the grocery store for mama." A smirky grin appeared upon Angelos face thinking of the fact of how much of a mamas boy Zeek was. "Pussy."

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Angelo wasn't just known as a "drug lord", he was a loving and caring father to his 4 year old daughter Tori. The streets only knew him as "homicide" while others known him as his birth given name "Angelo". He played his cards right by leaving people in the dark about his true identity. It kept him from losing his child and being in a prison cell.

"Tori, slow down before you fall!" Angelo complained as he ran up behind Tori who was running down another aisle.

"Hurry up daddy!" She yelled.