Coming Home In A Body Bag |Urban Fiction

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"I'm sorry about your Dad baby." Teresa said over the phone.
Giovanni ran his fingers through his hair.

"He'll be fine, we almost had that bitch bae... I'm so fucking slow-" "No you're not,  you had to put Anglea's life first.. So you did the right thing."

Giovanni shook his head watching Alessio talk to the doctor.  "I wish you were here." He mumbled. Teresa smiled.

"Yea me too, I'm sorry, I didn't know I was gonna stay up here this long." "It's cool." He sighed again. 

"Don't stress okay? I'll be there soon I promise." "Yea I know.. love you." Teresa's smile widened.

"I love you more."

Giovanni hung up the phone and looked up at his brother. "So?" He asked. Alessio sighed running his hand down his face.

"Ion know man, he lost alot of blood." Giovanni ran his fingers through his hair. "Fuck."

Alessio leaned in against the wall.  "This is some bullshit man... forreal,  that bitch got my Mama." Alessio said.

Giovanni nodded. "I know." "I'm gonna kill her ass myself,  this is going too far." Giovanni was silent.

"So what's the plan?" Alessio asked. Giovanni looked down at his feet. "We gotta go through what she said if you wanna get your moms back."

Alessio nodded. "So...just give her the chance to possibly kill everyone we know?" Alessio said. Giovanni shrugged.

"I think we can take her." Giovanni shrugged. Alessio raised a brow. "She has an army." "We have one to, Teresa is already on it."

Alessio nodded. "She'll be fine." Giovanni said. "I hope so." He mumbled. Giovanni stood up. "I'm gonna go get me something to drink, imma get you something to."

Alessio nodded and Giovanni walked off. When he paid for the two water bottles he patiently waited for the elevator but they wouldn't budge.

He decided to take the stairs instead.  He opened a bottle and took a sip going up another floor.

When he got to the third floor he was almost there when he saw a woman standing against the wall smoking a cigarette. 

Giovanni looked at her for a second then started walking upstairs when she said something.  "Aren't you a looker." She said.

Giovanni scoffed and turnt. "Thanks.. I guess." She shrugged and took another drag of her cigarette before throwing it on the floor and stepping on it.

"Your welcome Giovanni." He frowned. She smirked about to pull her gun out for her side when Giovanni threw his water at her.

He kicked her stomach making her fly against the wall. "Motherfucker." She mumbled. She wiped the drop of blood from her lip and stood up on her feet.

Giovanni smirked.  He had to use his hands since he left his gun,  but he was fine. She stood up and pulled her gun out slowly.

Her back was still burning after Giovanni made her fly against a damn wall.

Giovanni noticed how weak she was getting and snatched the gun out of her hand. He punched her hard making her fall on the floor.