Understanding The Game (DISCONTINUED)

Seven

Chapter Seven💫

"Yeah die slowly pussy." Don said as he held him.

Cash struggled to breath as he tried to get out of his grasp. He elbowed Don in the chest causing him to let Cash go.

He quickly snatched off the plastic bag that covered his face and squinted his eyes and saw his own brother standing next to Don with his gun pointing towards him.

"For real Dee ? After all I did for us ? When moms  and pops was running round Harlem , who took care of us? Me." He shook his head while raising his hands.

Don quickly pulled out his gun from his back pocket and aimed it at Cash as well.

"So this the nigga you turning on me for ? This bitch made ass nigga ?" Cash chuckled while looking towards Don who had a scowl on his face.

He tried spitting on Cash but Cash quickly pulled his gun from his gun from his his back pocket and aimed it him.

Demetrius looked over at Don with an uneasy look on his face.

Cash look at both dudes carefully, trying to figure out who would pull their trigger first.

"Do it." Don said to Demetrius who was shaking nervously. He held the gun up as his fingers trembled. Something was telling him don't shoot.

"I knew you was pussy. I always knew it." Don shook his head cocking his gun back.

Before he could pull the trigger, Cash let out shots into him, making Don's body collapse on the cold concrete. He then pointed the gun at Demetrius.

"My gut always told me to watch out for you....my own blood, would turn on me at the drop of a dime over a stack of cash uh? " Cash ran his tongue over his teeth and clenched his jaw.

Demetrius gun was now down with his arms up. His head hung down with a disappointed look on his face.

"You not even worth it." Cash mumbled placing his gun back in his back pocket.

He didn't have it in his heart to kill his own fleshing blood. His heart was too big.

"Get that shit cleaned up. Since that's the nigga you traded on me for ." He said, referring to Don who was now laying lifeless in the dark parking lot.

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"FUCK !" Cash lashed out while hitting his desk.

Benji sparked yo his blunt, shaking his head in disappointment. How could he let his brother come so close to taking everything he worked hard for ?

"He almost had me Benji....Fuck !" He palmed his face.

"You let Demetrius live ?" Benji asked before taking a pull from the blunt and blew out smoke.

"Fuck was I supposed to do ? I couldn't live, knowing I took out my own brother."

"Shit, he was finna do the same shit to you..."

Cash wasn't hearing that...It didn't matter how dirty his brother did him, he still loved him.

"I wouldn't trust him though....Especially since you let him live... He probably play you like some pussy or some shit." Benji spoke while taking pulls from his perfect sized blunt.

Cash was silent and rubbed his hands together, thinking. "I need you to get info on that nigga he plotting with....Biggs... I heard he own that Laundry mat over on that corner near the Hotspot in Bronx....You get me that info. I want that nigga dead."