Chapt. 54 - Quan

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406 Ghost St.

The first house I ever trapped out of. The first house I ever learned everything I know. Now abandoned with dirty condoms on the floor and writing on the walls. Boarded up windows and stray animals that escapes from the thunderstorm. In the middle of the floor sits an unscented candle that gives us enough light to get right before we pay Omar his visit, before I get my revenge.

As I sat in a fold out chair watching my niggas suit up in all black and bullet proof vest with black gloves a black cat walked up to me before laying by my leg. I couldn't help but wonder what it was about. What kind of comfort could I possibly be showing to give this cat the okay to snuggle by my feet.

"Quan, Q!" I snapped out my thoughts looking at a crew full of niggas ready for whatever. Ray stood by me as she slipped her gloves on before passing each person a gun. "Y'all niggas get caught you didn't get this shit from me." They each nodded as they tucked their guns in a place they could quickly grab it from.

I walked around each person making eye contact, seeing if I could catch a vibe. "If any of you niggas don't wanna go through with this speak the fuck up now !" They glared at me as I glared at them. "When the work is done you get paid !" Ray threw a duffle bag of money in the floor. "Its all there... Each of you get enough to take care of home and get the fuck up out The Ville if need be... We gone make this shit quick and quiet, hence the silencers on each gun. If you don't kill em at least beat em so bad they think they gone die... Lets go."

I watched as they threw their mask on as they quietly made their way into the back of the van. Ray and I hopped in the front as she put her mask on. "You gone ski up?"
I shook my head. "Nah I want this nigga to know for a fact it's me. Its go time."

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