Tommie's P.O.V:
"What's hannin muthafucka?"
Those words.. that voice.. it all sounded so fucken familiar.
"What the fuck you want?" I said with out turning around
"I told yo dumbass to mind yo fucken business, didn't I? To bad niggas gotta die now for that to happen "
I know who it is now.
I turn around
"Is that right Rashad? You ain't the only muthafucka who came strapped"
I pulled my gun on him and clicked it.
"Is that suppose to scare me young blood?" He chuckled
"Nigga I don't give a fuck if it do or not but you ain't gon ever see Cookie again muthafucka and that's a promise"
He let out a sinister chuckle,
"You shouldn't make promises you can't keep"
The next thing I know I closed my eyes and shots was fired.
Cookie's P.O.V:
Although I could never forget the things Tommie said to me at the hospital, I had to forgive him, for my sake. He's the only one who ever proved to give a damn about me and besides everyone gets Into arguments with the people they love. And truth be told, we had worse arguments than this.
It was around 2:30 in the morning and Tommie still wasn't home. I was starting to grow worried because he didn't call or anything, and he never told me what he was truly going to go out and do.
*Ring ring*
"...hello?"
"Cookie? It's Mike"
"Oh, what's up Mike.. I didn't recognize the number"
"That's because I called on a phone from the hospital, it's Tommie. He's been shot."
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Till The End Of Time
General FictionTommie and Mike both big time drug dealers who vowed to keep the family business running, but what will happen when Tommie runs into an old flame?
