•B R O K E N• Armon

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Trey

I pulled up to the warehouse and immediately hopped out. I ran to the doors and pounded on them.

"Armon! Bro its me hurry up!" I said as the door swung open.

"Nigga what you doing he-"

"Bro is Molly here?" I said cutting him right off.

"Uhhh... Naw she left a few minutes ago"

"Nigga alright I have to give y'all the run down everyone listen" I took a seat in the one of many chairs.

"Molly fucked y'all" I began, they all gave me weird looks. "She's been working with Saint Bruno since I got kidnapped"

"What? Das some bullshit! Molly like a daughta' ta me!" An older dude who I was assuming Boosie was.

"How we know yo' ass ain't crossin' us?" He said making me step back.

"Cross y'all? Man what the fuck! This is my brother and the people he call family! Don't you damn look yo nose down at me nigga!" I said getting in his face.

We stared at each other as our cheat heaved up and down. I felt Armon grab my arm pulling me away.

"If y'all don't want my help.... Don't come to me once one of y'all niggas dead" I said turning on my heels leaving the warehouse.

I got in the range heading back to Armon's crib. As I pulled up I noticed a broken window and blood smired on it.

Fuck

I got out of the car rushing inside the house.

"Denver!"

"Up here!"

I ran up the spiraled steps going into the bathroom. There was a dude that worked for Saint, dead in the bathtub.

"Bro, call Armon" She quickly grabbed her phone dialing the number.

As she talked to Armon, I grabbed his body and examined it. This was Pedro, Saints little brother. I picked his body up and took it down to the Range.

I popped the trunk and through his lifeless body in there. I went back in the house and wiped everything down.

I grabbed the murder weapon, and walked out of the house with Denver hot on my ass.

"Where you think you going?" She asked.

"To handle him"

"Im going" Shw said and before I could say anything , she was in the passenger seat.

I sighed and hopped in, ready to go dump his body somewhere.

"Twelve behind us" Denver said as she buckled her seat belt.

I tried slowing down to let them pass us, but soon as I did, they sirens went off.

Fuck

I sighed as I pulled the car over.

He got out of his car, walking slowly over to us.

"Please put you hand on the steering wheel" I did as told.

Looking off to my right, Denver was creeping out the car. This motherfucka was leaving me. High and dry.

"I'm going to search your vehicle, do you have anything that will hurt me in here?"

"Do you have a search warrant?"

"No but i-"

"Therefore, you cannot search my vehicle"

"Sir, step out of the car" He popped the door open.

I did as told not before seeing Denver sneak behind him.

She held a Desert Eagle in her hand ready to shoot. Before I could stop her, she shot the cop right in the head.

"Denver! What the hell?" I said looking at the blood splatter on the window.

"We got a dead nigga in the trunk, and you wanna play Jeopardy with the damn cop.... You wanna go yo jail?" I quickly shook my head no. "Exactly now we got two dead bodies we gotta worry bout" She said as we both put the cop in the trunk.

We made sure to erase the cop footage in his car, before driving off. Not more then 10 minutes later, we made it to the lake.

I parked the car by the bridge, as we got out. We first took the cop dumping him over the edge, and did the same to Pedro.

"Okay, how the fuck did he know where Armon lived?" Denver said.

"Molly"

Armon

We all sat in the main room of the warehouse waiting for Molly.

"Nigga, it's been 2 hours, she ain't comin" Rocky said sharpening her knives.

"She'll be hea, just wait" Boosie said for the umpteenth time.

We all sat and waited for another 30 minutes.

"Aye" We all turned our heads and saw Molly.

"Come sit"

She sat next to me, so I scooted over. She gave me an weird look and I just rolled my eyes.

"Since nobody gone say it, bitch you crossin us?" Rocky spoke with so much hate. It was no secret, she didn't like Molly, soon as Molly started working with us, Rocky said she had an iffy feeling about the bitch.

"What? Is this is what y'all called me over her for? I hate better things to do" She stood up.

"You betta' sit yo scrawny ass down if you know what's best fa you" Webbie chuckled.

"It took y'all long enough" Molly began. "I worked for y'all for 5 years, and you guys are now catchin on"

"Dumb ass Bitch!" Rocky laced venom dripping from each word.

She stabbed Molly in the thigh, making sure she damaged it. Molly screamed out in pain, before laughing.

"I trusted yo ass!" Boosie yelled.

I shook my head and stood up. I dialed Trey's number.

"Bro where you at?"

"Handlin business" He spoke nonchalantly.

"Fuck Trey, go faster"

What the fuck

"Nigga where the fuck y'all at! And what she mean go faster?!"

"I gotta go"

"Nigga you a bi-" I said before hearing the end tone.

I turned around and saw Molly laughing hard as hell. Bitch looked like a witch.

"Just to let you know, we all gone be dead in 15 seconds"

Before we could say anything, She pulled her shirt open, revealing a bomb that read:

15 seconds