So yeah. Things like this happen. It's not funny and shouldn't be taken lightly. Bad things happen and good people get hurt. But sometimes good people intervene and help.
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"Hey. You guys send a lil girl in a St. Brigid school uniform inside this store?" I yelled out to the men outside. One of them stepped up. Bingo. This should be fun.
"Yeah, I did, why? Where she at?" His words were slurred.
Great a fuckin drunk asshole. He got closer to me, and I swang. I popped him right in his mouth. He flew back, which is funny, the nigga was bigga than me and two inches over my 6'2 height. I kicked his legs out and he crumpled to the side walk. I pounded his face in, breakin as many bones I could wit out killen the bitch.
"So," I said as I leaned down grabbing his shirt. "About your daughter. She gonna be goin home wit my Shorty. Got it?" I told him.
He shook his head yes.
"Happy to be rid'a the lil shit." He said laughing, an that's when I snapped. I pulled out my Beretta out, put it to the back of his skull and pulled the trigga. I grabbed up his body, heavy mothafucka, I dumped him into the nearest dumpster. Then walked back to my lil mama and lil lady.
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