Make It Count (Urban Fiction)

Chapter 2

      

      We pulled up to Stefan's crib about 30 minutes later. There were six cars parked outside of his house but no one was outside.

"What the fuck is up?" Ahmod asked rhetorically.

We stepped out of the car and walked to the entry of the door. When we reached the steps we noticed that the door was slightly open. I peeked through but saw nothing, I slowly entered. Ahmod and I quietly searched through the house, when I walked down the hall, I heard voices from the last room.

Approaching the cracked door, I saw Stefan in a choke hold, one man was punching him in the stomach while another held him tightly. What shit was Stefan in to?

"Where the fuck is my dope Stefan?" Chico asked him.

Chico was one of the many drug dealers around town, so I figured Stefan owed him.

"Look man... I don't have it, but I know do does." Stefan stuttered through a bloody mouth.

"Who?" Chico asked.

"Mac.. He got two lil niggas on the way over here right as we speak." Stefan lied.

Chico was silent.

"Ah Mac, this better not be no bull shit." Chico spoke in a strong spanish accent stroking his beard.

       "Aye nigga, ain't nobody in this bitch!" Ahmod shouted walking towards me.

Before I could tell him what was going on, the door flew open.

"I Yi yi, just the putas we was lookin' for." the Mexican gunman spoke.
Shit I thought.

"Bring them bitches in." Chico spat.

I had my gun but I couldn't reach for it unless I was in the room, I needed to see how many people I was dealing with. He held a gun in our faces and threw his head left, signaling us to enter the room.

"Wassup homie?" Chico spoke.

"Wassup." I spoke.

"You here for Stefan?" Chico questioned.

"Who the fuck you think I'm here for." I spat coldly.

"Aye man, I think you'd better watch who you talkin' to aye. Where's the dope?" Chico asked.

"Nigga we ain't got no dope." Ahmod spoke.

Chico began to wipe his hand against his bald head.

"What you mean you ain't got no dope?" He asked irritated.

         The two Mexicans stared at Chico, anticipating his next move. Quickly, I removed my gun from my waist and fired, hitting the gunman in neck. He fell to the floor. Chico reached for his gun but Ahmod shot twice, hitting him directly in the chest. The last gunman was in shock, he tossed his gun to the floor, lifting his hands above his head.

"Aye don't shoot man." He spoke in a cracked voice.

"Nigga fuck you!" Ahmod spoke shooting. The man fell to his knees and slumped to the floor, he was shot directly between the eyes. Ahmod's lips parted, revealing a evil smile.

"That's what the fuck I'm talking bout nigga!" Stefan spoke dapping Ahmods hand.

       "Where the fucking dope nigga." I calmly spoke to Stefan as I aimed the gun at the back of his head.

"What dope nigga?" He asked.

"Fuck you mean what dope... You know what the fuck I'm talking bout." I spat.