Streets Talk

Chapter 17

My dumb ass walked into my on death again. I know I didn't see Jaz car so I don't even know why I thought it could've been her. I actually fell into this trap and now it probably could cost me my life.
"Wrong bitch baby" a female voice said behind me. I tried to turn to face this person "unun keep yo ass still. I have 5 men surround your house so any False moves they won't hesitate to rip yo lil ass to pieces if you kill me. Hell, even if you don't kill me, they'll still kill yo ass. Now sit on the fuckin bed" she point the gun to the bed then back and me
I heard a tapping on the window. I looked up to see a nigga dressed in all black on my balcony with a rifle bigger than me.
"Now you do as I say or your life will end sooner than I plan for it to, so I suggest that you listen to me."
"Aye man if you gone kill me then do what you gotta do, but you ain't bouta keep talkin to me crazy"
"Your so fearless and blunt, if I wasn't here to kill you, maybe we could be something powerful, but you killed the only man I ever loved and has ever loved me. And for that alone I can not let you live I allowed you to live for the last month while my father did not" Leena Santana SAID as she grinned the gun tighter. HER father was the man MONT killed back in Cancun, and now here I was cleaning up this boys mess again.
"Yeah whatever " i spoke up. I was bored as FUCK, the more she talked
"Aye man, if your so fearless why do you gotta be a pussy and have all these niggas around here for back up? REAL bitches hold they own. They don't need a butch of backup like you do. I tried to talk her into calling them down, so I could save my own ass after that.
"Im not a pussy, I have one. And I don't need anybody to kill for me I have a body count of over 100 MFs all by myself, and I'd love to make you 106." She smiled and and turned the gun towards my glass balcony. One bullet went thru the window shattering all the glass, and ending a niggas life with a bullet to his forehead. She walked over to the glass doors and killed every other man that was with her. HER pride had her kill her back up. Now all I had to do was get rid of her.
"Like I told you before: don't even insult my work Mike" she said as she smiled, she reached for something on the ground and I took the opportunity to reach for my gun and she let off a shot, surprising me and her. I felt the metal bullet pierce through my shoulder and I fell back on the bed with force. I winced in pain as blood started to Ooze out staining my white shirt and bed.
"FUCK" I mumbled as pain shot thru my body
"Im sorry, but I warned you." She smiled as she walked over towards me. Before she knew it I had my 9mm whipped out.
She stopped in her steps and smiled and she raised her gun back at me
"Really? I had a good use for you, but your time is up baby boy" she said pulling the trigger but the gun just clicked every time she squeezed it. HER eyes got wide as she got the same sound each time she pressed it hoping for a different outcome.
"7 shots BITCH" I said and let the whole clip into her skull. She fell to the ground and I reached for my phone to call DJ.
"Yo" he answered. All I could do was wince in pain.
"Aye man wtf is wrong wit yo" he asked in a panicking tone.
"I got hit man, I need you to come get me from the crib. And send somebody to clean up. I need my house cleaned ASAP" I said not wanting to say the real thing.
"Im on the road now, wtf happened bro?"
"Lets just say the bitch got good aim" I said laughing the coughing so I stopped. THIS shit hurted. The bullet wasn't shit, but This MF burned like a bitch. I needed some pain killers.
"Aight imma be there in 5." He said as we hung up
Just then my phone started ringing. It was restricted, I usually don't answer unknown or private calls but I decided to go against it this one time.
"Who the fuck it this, and why you calling my shit" nobody said shit "speak now or forreal hold you piece" I was on a verge of hanging up then someone spoke
"Hey calm down my friend, I call in nothing hut piece. My name is Luego Passco. And you my friend killed Hector Santana, and did me the biggest favor. Im taking over his empire with the death of him and his daughter. Im head now and this little war is causing me too much money. Im calling off this beef now, what beef you had has died with Hector. What do you say my friend" the Mexican nigga asked.
The shit sounded pretty legit but I caught myself asking "what's the catch"
"There's no catch my friend. Maybe one day in the future we will do business. Nothing but peace of this side of the world. Can you hold please" was the last thing I heard before the dialing tone was in my ear. I tried calling back and I laughed when I heard

"We're SORRY, YOU have reached a number that is not in service or has been disconnected. PLEASE check the number and dial again " .............🤔