Chapter 8
Lavelle's P.O.V
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I didn't clear this up in the pervious chapters but, I did find & capture that stripper. On one late starry ghostly night this happened:
Bam! The door busted wide open. Smoke coming from it. I walked in with heavy boots on making every foot step echo. I grabbed him up from out of his rocking chair & put my gun up to his head while slowly walking to the door. He screamed & cried.
"Please! Dont! I have a wife & kids! Please!" He pleaded.
I pistol whacked him, with hella force making blood come out of his mouth. I feel he's showing too much weakness in front of his family.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yelled at him after pistol whacking him. I put the gun bak up to his temple.
"Babe, what's goin on?" His wife said while holding her three kids in her lap/arms, looking terrified. She trembled.
"I'll see y'all one day. Soon! I love you! I love you all!!!!" he said as I dragged him out of the front door into the back of my trunk.
I put a white towel around his face. He quickly laid back in a life less motion. His wife in the house scurried to reach for the house phone. I ran back in the hose, stood in the door way. I pointed my gun at her leg & shot. She fell to the ground & yelled/cried. I walked over to her & bent down to her level. I pointed the gun at the middle of her forehead. I whispered in her ear.
"If you tell ANYBODY ANYTHING! I WILL FIND YOU, YO KIDS, YO WHOLE FAMILY & KILL DEY ASS! YO HUSBAND already gone! TRY ME IF YOU BAD! THAT'S A PROMISE!" I said angrily, furiously in her ear, gripping her shoulder HARD.
She started to cry harder while nodding her head that she understands. I walk out with a mad ass expression on my face. I hop in my truck & drive away like a psycho. Soon I make it to a vacant house/garage. Some professional assassins I hired are already here, in the house preparing everything. Now let me tell you. These people are nothing to fuck around with. For real. I already paid them because that's how they work. I turn off the car, get out, open the truck, & grab him. I dragged him by his sweater into the house. The assassins helped me bring him in. They laid him on a long table, which is in the kitchen. I just hop on the clean counter & watch from a distance. They came up with dissecting him like he was a frog. They said they KNOW how to make him suffer, so I let them do what they please & feel.
They started taking all his clothes off, then strapped him down to the table, the creating slits every here & there. One of them started to slice open his chest. He opened his chest. I saw his heart still beating. It looks disgusting. Then the other assassin cut open his legs. Blood poured out. I mad a nasty face expression. I hoped off the counter & walked to the door.
"Alright. I'll let you guys take care of the rest of him....umm it was nice doing work with you two...." I said opened the door, my body facing them still.
They just shook their heads & continued to work. I walked out of the house, closing the door behind me. I walked to my car, got in, started it, and drove off. I never looked back. I got home in the morning......
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Don't Tell
Short StoryThis great story is about a man named Lavelle, that is keeping a secret from his newly wed wife, Jasmine. He has been in the streets ever since he was 16. He has made up so many lies he won't stop now. Jasmine believes that Lavelle is a lawyer and t...