Chp 13: Identities

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Jessi

"Who is it???"

"Well it's this niggah named Tyga and he supposed to be King right hand man. All we have is his name and what he look like we can't find anymore information on him. And if it's this hard to figure this shit out about him I know it's gonna be way harder trying to figure out who tf King is?"

"Aight, say no more, keep working on it, Dismiss."

Soon as he walked out, I shot them niggahs in they knees.

"So do y'all bitches wanna play a game of torture and die slowly or snitch and die quickly."

"We ain't telling you shit bitch!!!"

I shot that niggah in the damn dick

"We gone see but who the bitch now, pussy."

Michael

I been thinking a lot about this shit going on between me and T-Baby. I really want his ass dead. I want his damn head on a stick. Every time I think about it, it makes me so mad.

I been having my right hand, Tyga, combing the streets with a fine tooth comb. He one of the only people I feel I can really trust.

Why is this motherfucker so hard to find?!

I really need to go smoke or do something to calm me down before I do something really damn stupid.

Imma finna call Jessica, even though we only been talking for a little while, I feel a connection with her. She has become special to me and just talking to her calm me down.

" Hey Wifey, wyd?"

" Nothing getting rid of some trash." She says grunting and shit like she struggling.

"Damn you alright, either that shit heavy or just weak. Leave it and I'll get it for you when I come chill with you later."

"Nah, don't worry about it I got."

" You sure?"

"Yeah." She says then I hear a door or something open.
"Aye T-Baby, this niggah out here want to talk to you." I hear somebody who sound like a teenage niggah say.
"Aight wait til we done in here. Damn quit busting in shit." I hear a niggah say.
"Y'all shut the hell up, I'm on the phone."

I hear all this shit in the background and I get mad as hell.

"Aye Jessica where you at?" I ask calmly

"Oh I'm at the corner store." She say sounding nervous asf.

"I thought you said you were taking out the trash?"

"I am, I take the trash to the corner store dumpster around the street." She says sounding suspicious as hell.

"Oh ok, let me call you back later." I say then hang up.

Nahhh, Some shit ain't adding up. Is she trying to play me? I can't fuck with her no more.

Damn her as been playing me, I was actually falling for her ass, now I'm gonna have to dead the bitch.

This niggah T-Baby smart as hell he actually got a bitch to get close to me.

Jessica

Michael seemed mad as fuck when he hung up. Maybe he thought I was with another niggah or something.

Fuck that! I can't worry about that shit right now. I got business to handle. First starting with these two clowns laid out in my basement.



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