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I got some good news from the boys. They got Ronell and his daughter, Janiya. That nigga go pay big time, even if it meant taking his life. Aint no feelings in this game. I made it to our factory with my game face on. Time to get down to business.

"Wassap, boss?" one of my younger workers said.

I head nodded him and went in the chamber, where guns and knives hung on the wall. The chamber is called the chamber for a reason. To torture and that's what I plan on doing to Ronell.

He was tied down by a chain in a wooden chair that had blood stains on it... from previous tortures. He was light brown, 6'2, facial hair, but shaved his head bald. Major sat in front of him with a butcher's knife in his hand.

"So," I clapped and Ronell head shot up. "Look who we have here."

"Bro, I'm bout to really murk this nigga, on my mama. He playing games. Do I look like a fucking game, nigga?!" Major stood up, looking down at Ronell.

Ronell chuckled and looked at Major, "Fuck you."

Major clenched his jaw and balled up his left fist and punched Ronell dead in his shit, making him gush out his nose.

"Alright, alright, that's it, M." I grabbed his shoulder.

Major threw his hands up in defense and ducked off in the cut. Ronell head hung low and I sat in front of him.

"Aight, look, bruh. Ima keep this shit short, getting to the fucking point. Yo ass owe us money and you also threatened us." I chuckled. "Threats don't sit too well with us. So I need you to give me my money and keep yo fucking mouth closed about my business."

"Ion got yo fucking money." He said through gritted teeth.

"Let me handle his ass. He pissing me off." Major paced back and forth, still with the butcher's knife in his hand.

"Keep yo pit in his cage." Ronell snarled.

"I'm glad yo ass know!" Major barked.

"Aye, shut yo ass up! So you just go do my drugs and not pay? You think that's how my business run? I gotta eat, too. I gotta pay bills, too. You a selfish motherfucker, I hope yo ass know that." I said. "So, you got my money or nah bc I'm 2 seconds to putting you in a body bag."

Ronell looked at me with a sly smirk on his face and spit on my Robin jeans. Oh hell nah.

"You a disrespectful ass nigga." I tried to keep my cool. "Yo, where the fuck is daughter? Bring her ass in here."

Major went towards the closet and opened it and Janiya fell flat on her face. She had tears running down her face, but ion see that shit.

"You better not hurt my daughter, asshole! I swear to God, I'll kill you!" he said.

"There you go with your threats. Back at it again." I shook my head. Ion even know why I'm wasting my time with this nigga.

"This yo last motherfucking chance. You either give me my fucking money or I kill your daughter." I said looking at Janiya. Her eyes widened as she saw me pull out my glock and take the safety off. "Get her ass up." I instructed and Major picked her up and she winced in pain. He bought her towards me and she looked at her father who kept his head low at the moment. I pointed the gun at Janiya's head and she started to cry hard, even with a sock in her mouth it couldn't hide the sound of her voice.

"Shut up, bitch." Major mean mugged her.

"So, what its gon be? My money or your daughter's life?" I pointed the gun at Janiya and she looked at Ronell with a look of sincere and help.

"Fuck it," he shrugged. "You just go have to kill her bc ion got yo money."

I made a face bc I didn't expect him to respond like that. Even Major made a face.

"Damn, you fucked up." I kissed my teeth. "Gon give yo daughter's life up for some money. Sad." I pointed the gun at Janiya who looked as if she was just waiting for it to be over with. She already done pissed in her jeans. Pissy ass, I thought.

"Go man, shoot her." Major boasted.

I squinted my eyes and turned the gun to Ronell and put it to his chest.

"Wait, what the fuck, why you about to kill me?" he asked.

"Bc you stupid for what the fuck you said. And either way, I aint go kill yo daughter and let yo ass roam free. Hell nah. You gon learn that me and Major- this business aint nun to be played with." I cleared my throat. "So that being said, say yo last good bye to yo daughter. Not like you cared anyway." I said.

He looked at Janiya and she looked away.

"I'm sorry, Niya. I'm a fucked up dad. I'm sorry." He said. "Good bye."

And with that being said, I put the gun to his dome and pulled the trigger with no hesitation. Brain matter spread all across the floor. Janiya dropped to the floor and Major let her.

"Yo, Marco, Polo, clean this shit up and wrap this nigga up." Major called.

Marco and Polo came and did as he said.

"So what we gon do with her?" he scrunched up his nose. "This hoe pissed on herself. Damn. Fuck!" he held his nose.

"Well, you know we can't let her ass go. Her ass look like a snitch." I scratched the back of my head. "I'll take her."

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah," I put my gun back in my pants and knelt down to Janiya's level. "Sorry not sorry for your loss, but you coming with me." I snapped my fingers and took out my keys. "Polo, put some plastic or bubble wrap on my seat. Ion want my shit stinking." I threw him my keys and he nodded. "So what you about to do now?" I looked at Major.

"About to go get me a cut. I forgot to tell you but our school having a reunion or some shit. I'm going." He said.

"I saw that shit on Facebook, too. I'm going. I'm taking Anna fine ass." I boasted.

"I might take Ke." He said and I gave him a look that made him laugh.

"Ima slide, bruh." He clapped me up and walked out the chamber.

"Boss, yo backseat good." Polo came back in and handed me my keys.

"Aight. Come on." I grabbed Janiya and she acted like she aint wanna walk. "Please walk or I'll just drag yo ass. Yo choice." I walked her to the backseat of my car and put her seatbelt on, taking the sock out her mouth. I'm surprised she aint break down. She kept quiet, looking out the window. I know I killed her pappy or whatever but that nigga told me to kill her. That's kind of fucked up to me, but I was gonna kill him anyway.



A/N; Yo, waddap! How was this one? But, aye, this coming to an end. Just 3 more chapters left. What do you hope to see? Hm...

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