I shot through the car window and stayed pointed two guns into the car. "Niggas want beef where?"
I quickly leaned forward and unlocked the door before yanking the driver out onto the street.
"It's in the trunk man, just leave me alone, I got kids. They need me, man. It's cash under the hood and weed in the rims"
The passenger looked mad that the first person had said something.
"Where you from?" I turned him over with my foot.
"6th street"
"Run ya pockets. Slowly. I'm warning you"
I know that I came off as solo, but I has two more niggas in the car parked right across the street.
He just had gum, a paperclip, and two phones. I took the flip phone.
My dumbass stopped paying attention to the dude in the car, and he shot at my shoulder, grazing me heavily.
Blood gushed immediately, but then slowed down to a strong drip.
I shot both guns at him and popped the trunk.
There was a body. Dead eyes looking back at me.
Shit.
I motioned for my niggas since I was wounded and it hurt more as time went on.
It took us about twenty five minutes to break down the entire car and get out of there.
"I made Lauryn patch me up plenty of times. You'll be fine" Miles said.
"Mhm" I started to shake my leg.
We pulled up at his house, and got out the car.
"Ayo!" Miles dropped his keys and turned to me. "Don't bleed there"
"I'm sorry. Let me go bleed in the kitchen" I snarled.
Lauryn and Dianna came trotting down the stairs.
"What you doing here?" I asked her.
"We're in the same math club"
"Rocky got shot at and I need you to do a quick little clean and sew" Miles told her.
"Follow me" Lauryn turned back around.
"Are you okay?" Dianna asked.
I nodded my head. "I'll be straight"
I watched Lauryn sterilize a bunch of metal tools and examine a needle under the light. "Not sharp enough"
A real hood doctor.
She dropped three pills in my hand. "Take those"
"Why?"
"You wont feel nothing. I have to do it when the needle's hot"
I downed the pills and fell asleep almost immediately.
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Ella's son hit me in the chest.
"Do it again"
He hit me again and frowned. "Ow, daddy" He showed me his hand.
"I don't see nothing. Hit me again"
"Nooo" He shrieked.
"I see why your real dad left you"
"Rakim!" Ella threw a pillow off the couch at me. "Come here, pooh"
