Cameron pov
Maybe I should stop by my momma crib later .
" Helllooo" Rasheed was waving his hand in my face . I ain't notice him .
"My bad bruh wassup " He looked pissed hopefully I ain't do shit, I don't think I did I just got to the trap 5 minutes ago and he ain't tell me to do shit I should be straight.
" Nigga , tf you doing here and you ain't handle ole girl from the club?" Dammit I knew I supposed to do something today.
" Ayo that's my fault, I had to get strapped I ain't get heat for the new crib yet." He motioned for me to leave accepting my bullshit excuse. I heard everyone whispering. So what Rasheed treats me differently, I'm like his son them niggas still salty that he took me in. They gotta work for shit and I'm handed everything. That's nowhere near true, he don't cut me no slack cuz he took me in. Actually I do more than any of them punk niggas in there.
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I pulled up to the strip club where Becky worked. She stole from King about two days ago and thought she got away with it. You can never get over on King. I took the safety off my glock and put in my pants waistband. I walked straight to the back she was probably sucking some dick now anyways. I got to her room and opened the door she froze.
"Bet you didn't expect me." I spoke firmly . She was nervous she started begging me not to kill her. Saying that she'll do anything for me. Shit a nigga can get some head before I give hers to the floor. She had some pretty good top I can't lie but duty calls
Bang! Bang! I shot two silenced bullets through her head and left out. Damn the streets cold. I just ain't leave until I find my pops killer.
