Strictly Business

11

I pulled a chair next to her. I held her hand and laid my head down on her.

"It's just a grazed. I'll be fine, Shannon." She said with a strain, raspy voice. She pushed me by the forehead, laugh and turned first the other side of the bed.

"Just a grazed? Are you joking right now?" I asked. "You got shot, Shannade. I really don't find this funny." I said.

She chuckled under her breath.

"Just because you have a pussy, doesn't mean you have to act like one."

"Fuck this." I said.

I left Shannade and went to Amandla, and knelt down in front of her.

"She's alright. Go to her." She left. I turned to Tysheem.

"Come on."

Fifteen minutes later

"Wilson stuffs some of his workers in one house. Maybe, a total of 6 of them." He said.

We sat in the car filled with explosives, in the dark. A little distance away from the huge house. We waited for less movement until there was none.

We walked like normal pedestrians across the street to the house.

I silently decorated the house with C-4, which was bombs and Tysheem quietly soaked around the house with gasoline.

Tysheem and I were trying so hard to hold in our laughs as I leaped around like a ballet dancer.

We got in the car and he drove as far away as he can then stopped. I held the detonator in my hand to raise hell on these niggas.

"5,4,3,2,1......."

SHANNADE POV

"I'm fine. It's not your fault."

"I should've realized you were shot. You lost few pints of blood." Amandla said.

"Just chill. This isn't the first time I've gotten shot"

"An apparent terrorist attack took place here on Forest Hills Drive." The news reporter exclaimed on the tv.

"The house had a few attendees, which police officers haven't counted yet. This is all the info we have for now, but we'll be back with more."

"She did it?" Amandla asked, referring to Shannon.

"Definitely." I said