Crossroads

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In this chapter im gonna start doing a few things different. Still same characters and all that thoe. Chapters are just gonna be longer and have more than one persons POV in it. Some people I know said that would be better. Also a lot of wattpad writers I know use more than one POV a chapter. I like it so im going to use it. Ima need people to start commenting and voting and stuff too😂
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Dawaun

Dawaun steps out of his apartment and walks to the elevator. Pushing the button it opens immediately. Probably because Taylor came over. Going down to the first floor he walks out the building and gets into his car. He starts it up and pulls off.

About 5 minutes into the drive Dawaun's phone rings. He checks the caller ID and then answered.

"Yea?"

"Bro you on the way?"

"Yea J. Shawty held me up a lil at the crib, but Im comin. Gimme like 10 minutes."

"Bet dat."

Dawaun hung up and sped up a little.

He gets to the meet up point and parks his car behind J Money's all black Range Rover.

J Money and Chris hop out the truck.

"So wassup? What we got?" Dawaun asks.

"This his spot. Tink just left so we know he here right now. How you tryin do this?" Asks Chris.

"Uhhh, how many ways to get in?" Says J Money

"He got windows. But the easiest is through his sliding glass door. Since Tink unlocked the bar lock for us. We gotta pick the actual lock though."

"So we go through there." Says Dawaun. "Put on these masks & gloves," Dawaun hands out 2 different ski masks and sets of white doctor gloves. He kept the Grim Reaper mask for himself.

They all masked up and pulled their straps out making sure their silencers were on. Since it was broad daylight they had to be more careful than normal.

"Lets go." Dawaun said and led the way.

They crept up the sidewalk that led to the side of the house. Once they reached the sliding door Chris moved to the front and worked his magic on the lock. J Money & Dawaun watched for cars or people that might be passing by even though it was an alley way that they were in.

Since they were little Chris could pick locks the best that Dawaun ever saw. He was scary good.

Within seconds Chris had the door unlocked, sliding it slowly so as not to make a lot of noise, they stepped into the house.

Dawaun stood in the middle of the very dim living room, since no light was on, listening. He listened for sounds to let him know who was in the house and where.

He heard Casey down the hall, talking to somebody. If there was somebody else in the house they just had to die too. There was no hard feelings or anything, they just couldn't leave witnesses. That was one sure way to loose your freedom. Probably for life since it was, in fact, murder.

Tiptoeing down the hallway in a straight line with Dawaun in front then Chris then J Money they neared a room at the very end of the hallway. Casey's voice got louder. They could see the shadow of him pacing back and forth since his light was on.

One thing Dawaun noticed was the absence of another persons voice.

"What do you mean!?" He yelled.

No response.

"They ain't bout it! I done shot at em about five or six weeks ago. They know wassup."