Hood Games

Chapter 33

Friday 7 am

Tyrones POV

"Are we really training at 7 in the morning"

"Nah your picking out your weapons than training with them" I led them down to my basment an pushed through the doors.

"Damn"

Every wall had various guns an other weapons on it ma own private collection. There was more in sum boxes that we passed leadin here stacked up da wall.

"Go shoppin" I told Alexis an Nicki who was standin next to me.

"I have some more in the attic and I gotta truck comin over today wif about a shit load ah ammunition grenades padding gun harnest an erythin"

"All dats missin is da silly outfits" Alexis said pickin up a standard shot gun.

"They comin in today at 3 ion kno wat the look like Christina an Charles made it"

"An you let them"

"They kept botherin me bout it"

I watched them go round the room pickin some of da weapons up den puttin them down.

"Yall can try them out you kno I got the dummies in the next room ready to be a test subject"

"Whats dis do"

"DONT PRESS DAT-"

"Im sorry Tyrone"

"What was it"

"Jus a 3000 watt tazor nothin major" I said clenchin my teeth takin the needle out ma shoulder. Dis gonna be a long ass day.

Omarions POV

"Can we talk fah a sec" Falen pulled me away from ma boys into da kitchen. It too early fah dis shit man.

"Wassup I was doin sumthin you kno"

"Why was you so serious bout Nicki bein outta all dis drama"

"Can dis wait fah anotha time im kinda busy"

"No it cant"

"Her dad is in da mafia if anythin happen to her we all die an than all da killin an burnin down niggas houses wud be fah nothin"

"But aint ya plan backfire"

I clenched ma teeth damn she can talk like fuq shut up already.

"Yea I aint neva say I was perfect aight" I tried to walk away but she pulled my arm baq.

"So wat was da point of rapin her"

"Ion kno I was drunk an horny plus if you jus did ya damn job instead ah kidnappin her fah ya own private joke shit wud have gone as planned dat answer ya damn question" I walked back in da livin room jus as Sting got off da phone.

"Aight we leavin in 3 hours we got shipments comin in tomorrow but dey gonna hold it till Tuesday" Clay told me

"Gud if niggas aint packed they are being left real talk" I sat down an started smokin again.

"Yo boss can I ask you sumthin"

"You jus did Jermiah wats on ya mind" I looked at him from across da sofa an held in my smoke.

"Wat if we dont make it baq" he told me. Every body stopped talkin an looked ova at me. I knew dey was all thinkin da same thing but scared to say it. There aint no way we can lose if we give it our all. Real talk I aint even doubtin us dese niggas needa fuckin man up. Shit.

"Keep ya head up" Sting said puttin his jacket on.

"Where you goin"

"Too get sum pussy for we leave nigga"