Inhale

Inhale (12)

Inhale (12)

"Damon, you ready?" I said as I stepped out the bathroom, "They looking for us. Len must of sent them out here. Them niggas was spying on me." I growled in frustration.

"Seven, all we gotta do is shoot at who ever shooting at us. Don't get hit." Damon said, I nodded my head. This was the first time he ever acted serious about this shit, and I appreciated that.

I peeked from the kitchen and saw bout 5 dudes. I could take them down instantly. But we needed to take at least 2 of them to the trap house.

"You see that one on the right, I got him. Them two on the left shoot them. I want a instant death." I said.

"What bout the other two?"

"I'll take one, you take one. Don't kill them, just shoot em in the arm or some shit. You ready?"

"Let's get this shit done."





I slowly crawled as Damon walked out the kitchen and shot one of the people on the left before he crawled down as they shot at the tables.

More screams of the people surrounded me. I saw a skinny, lanky dude. I shot him in the leg. His partners eyes widened as he stopped shooting to look down at his partner crying out.

His eyes looked directly into mine but before he could do anything, I shot em in the head.

"What's happening, where the fuck is Len?" One of the men asked. Len must of left knowing what was gonna happen.

There was only one. Damon immediately shot him in the arm and leg.

I froze. There was five and there was only four on the ground. I ran to the kitchen and walked softly as I saw Andrea on her knees, next to a medium sized body with blood pooling out his head.

She wasn't crying, she showed no emotion. I picked her up and brung her to the front of the restaurant and sat her at a table.

I went to the back where the cameras were. I stopped everything. I shot the cameras.

Everybody on the ground were getting up now. I saw a woman crying while holding her daughter. Andrea was comforting them.

I could hear her telling them they were safe now. I took some rope from the duffle bag and tied it around the legs of the shooters.

"Man, what we gone do with the rest of the these bodies?" Damon asked.

"Burn em. But somebody in here ratted me out." I turned to all the people who were standing up, releaved everything was over, "Which one of yall ratted me out? Either come up or I'll just have to find you."

I saw from the corner of my eye a teenage boy run into the kitchen. I immediately ran, he wasn't fast at all.

As soon as he tripped, Damon and me had a gun to his head.

"Man, I ain't do nothing. I was just tryna get some dough, dude." He said, you could tell he wasn't fit to be here to eat. He had on a dirty white tee with jeans and dirted up nikes.

"You coming with us." Damon said as he gagged the kid. His screams were muffled as we sat him in the front of the restaurant

I told everyone they could leave, I knew no one would call the cops on me, I saved their life. A little girl, pale skin, blue eyes ran up to me. She hugged me so tight, "Thank you, Sir." She whispered.

"Your welcome, Princess."

The manager, Im guessing walked up to me, "Thank you, Killer. My family was here." He said as he looked back at two little girls and a middle aged woman.

Damn I felt like a fucking hero.



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I threw the gasoline in the car with the dead bodies. I took out my lighter and lighted a trail of gas as it followed to the car, blowing it up.

Me and Damon walked away quietly with Andrea holding my hand. I knew she knew what I did and she was gone hold me down till the end. I knew we had a lot to talk about. Especially her and my family being in danger. I'll kill any nigga that even think about harming them.

Now it's time to see what Len plotting. Whatever it was this nigga wasn't prepared for what I was bout to do.