"I need my money cuh." Shannade said calmly, pointing a pistol at a crackhead's temple.
"I'm gonna pay tom-"
*POP*
"Heartless." I said as the body fell.
"Nothing personal, just business." Shannade says.
"Whatever, bro." I said, we entered the car. I started fixing my makeup.
"You look ugly with or without makeup, hun." She smirked.
"You're forgetting I look exactly like you, so saying I'm ugly is like saying that to yourself, hun." I clapped back.
"Whatever, yo." She mugged me. "Call Amandla, tell her we gon' pull up to the club right quick and she should link up at that jawn too." I did as told.
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Strictly Business
RandomGreat things in business are never done by one person. Two sisters, one business.
