Bala was sick and tired of Smoke. All these years of riding for him and he would really do that shit. He had betrayed her and she had decided that this was the last time that he will betray anyone. Bala had been with the same man for four years and she just swore that he was the one. If she didn’t do what she was about to do then it would be vice versa.
Bala aimed her personal purple pistol with the silencer that she only used for explicit kills such as this one. It was his time to go and she was his escort. Smoke stared into Bala’s eyes with fear and for the first time he regretted doing her wrong.
“I’m sorry.” He said in a begging tone. Bala laughed, trigger finger ready. She didn’t give two fucks about his apology. He didn’t have an apology when he was doing it but now that she had that gun to his head he wanted to beg and cry. Fuck that. It was over and before she knew it, she pulled the trigger…
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Trust No One
Teen FictionLife in the game ain't easy, you have to watch your back, protect the "goods", and you always have to hold it down for your man. On top of that you always have rat ass bitches always wanting what's yours and you can never be too sure on who to trus...
