Typical (Editing)

Chapter Ten- Killer

| Chapter Ten |

|| Anthony's P-O-V ||

Oh, this nigga gone die today. I thought as I walked Autumn to the car. After I took her home, we was gonna get active. She didn't ask any questions as I drove her back to the house. She had a smug smirk on her face, and I knew that she knew what was about to happen. Shit is about...to...go...down.

I drove through the traffic as West and Trey followed me. I told Te'osha and Nichelle to go home; they have a baby to care for, no need in risking three more lives; this nigga will be packing. I know that for a fact, unless he think he King Nigga or somebody, either way his ass is grass.

I pulled up in the garage and parked the car. I looked over at Autumn, she was quiet as a mouse the whole ride. "You alright, Ma?" I asked, as I grabbed her hand.

She smiled and nodded her head slowly. "I'm fine." She responded softly.

I got out of the car and opened her door. She stepped out, she was smiling like a crazy person. Oh shit, not again. Why do I always get the crazy ones? I grabbed her hand and walked her into the house. "You sure you alright? You smiling like you touched...in the head?" I asked cautiously.

She laughed and shook her head. "I'm straight."

"Alright now, you sure you not gonna try to stab with any knives, shoot me, kill me in my sleep, or something?" I said taking steps back slowly, pretending to be scared.

"Boy, I ain't none of Tracy. I'm in my right mind, don't worry about me." she grinned as she walked into the living room, plopping down on the couch and getting comfortable.

"You a trip." I said as I walked into my private office where I hid all my weapons.

I looked over my huge mahogany desk to see if everything was just like I left it. I walked over to the bookshelf that sat against the wall right in front of my desk. I pulled the fake green book down and the bookshelf slid to the side revealing a small warehouse-like closet.

Weapons hung everywhere on the wall. Every gun, knife, or bomb you could imagine was right here in my house. One thing about being in the Army, you learn a whole lot of shit from a whole lot of people.

I took my blue Polo shirt off and pulled on a black T-shirt and kept my khakis on. I scanned the wall of guns, closed my eyes, and picked one at random. I opened my eyes and smiled down at the 9mm gun. I grabbed a silencer and laid it down on the table.

I closed my eyes again and picked a knife at random. Surprisingly I picked a jack knife. I grabbed a couple rags, alcohol, vinegar, a baseball bat, gloves, two body bags, rope, duct tape, chains, and a key. I put all of the items in my duffel bag.

I put my gun and knife up, and walked out. The bookshelf automatically closed and locked as I walked out of my office. I pulled my duffel bag over my shoulder and pulled my phone out to call Trey and West.

"Yeah" Trey greeted.

"You got him?" I asked.

"Him and his little buddy Tyrone are here. It's all on you, boss man." he responded. I hated this, but that nigga had brought it on himself. He put his hands on my girl, well they both did. Now like I said before, they ass is grass.

I walked into the living room to find Autumn watching cartoons. She looked like a little kid; a cute ass little kid. I laughed and walked over to where she sat and kissed her on the forehead.

"I'ma be gone for a little while, you think you can hold it down, Lil Ma?" I grinned.

She looked over at me dramatically. "I got this, man." she said holding the ending longer than should have been.