𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍.

23

"Yo! Watch out for that whip bruh!" Jah yelled as Shawn closely cut a car off, his rear almost hitting the front of it. The three of them were speeding down the street in an Impala that Jah borrowed from his mother.

After receiving those texts from J Bandz, Shawn knew that it was over for him and that his life would be cut short. He basically laughed in Shawn's face and disrespected him like he wasn't shit. J Bandz was going to see what he was about.

"Fuck that shit," he grumbled, dangerously increasing the speed of his car so that they bypassed all drivers on the road. "We almost there anyways."

Rick swayed from side to side as the car hit several speed bumps then rolled down the window. His face began to twist up as well as his stomach. He was starting to feel car sick.

"Aye man," Rick mumbled, feeling a knot starting to form in his throat. He stuck his head out the window. "Slow the fuck down, I don't feel good."

Shawn ignored him and continued driving fast. Rick felt lightheaded and before he knew it, spew left his lips and landed on a car that was driving behind them. After being coated with Rick's throw up, the car swerved onto another lane, crashing into another car which bursted into flames after.

"What the fuck?" Shawn exclaimed as he looked into the rear view mirror, seeing the accident.

Rick wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and poked his head back into the car. "I told yo' ass to slow down."

Jah turned around and looked at a sweaty, pale faced Rick. "You okay bruh?"

Rick nodded his head and shakily wiped his temple. "Yeah, I'm just a lil' car sick, that's all."

Moments later, Shawn saw an abandoned looking house with two stories. Almost all of its windows were shattered and the black paint on it was peeling. He slowed the car down and pulled his phone out, looking at the text message that contained the address J Bandz sent him. He then glanced at the house's address.

"We here guys," he announced, parking a block away from the house. He saw 2 black vans parked in the driveway and immediately knew that some shit was bound to go down.

"Let's do this," Jah said, popping open the glove compartment and grabbing a .45. He cocked it back and said a quick prayer to himself. "We can do this shit."

Shawn nodded and exited the vehicle. He was always strapped. Rick and Jah hopped out shortly after, following closely behind him.

Shawn pulled his gun from his waistband and cocked it, jogging over to the house in a crouched position. When the three of them reached the porch, they noticed how silent it was. Too silent.

They heard the door clicking, indicating that someone was unlocking it. With no hesitation, the three jumped into the bushes as it quickly swung open. Bullets erupted from it, filling the air.

Shawn's heart rapidly thumped against his chest and he closed his eyes. He, Jah, and Rick then sprang up, firing straight shots into the doorway. The firing ceased which made it safe for the three to get up from where they were hiding and walk into the house. Unphased, they stepped over the bodies of J Bandz's henchmen, which were riddled with bullets.

Jah stepped ahead of Shawn and Rick, his gun positioned to fire at anytime. They followed behind cautiously. He found a couple of stairs which leaded down to a basement. With no hesitation, they all crept down it. It was dingy and dank.