??? POV
Brandon wore a grey t shirt with grey sweats. Just seeing him made me wanna beat the fuck outta him. Especially for fucking my girl. But I settled everything with her already now it's his turn.
"You ready?" I asked Xavier as I put the black mask on and looked at him. He nodded his head before opening the door and sneaking out.
I opened the car door being cautious of everything. I looked both ways as I carried my semiautomatic by my waist and crouched while walking.
Before I could go up to him Xavier ran over to him and held his 44 caliber to his head not hesitating at all. Before Brandon could try to run or call anyone I ran up behind Brandon and held my gun up to the back of his head.
"Mann, I ain't in no gang shit so what the fuck you niggas want." Brandon dryly said surrendering himself. I smiled as he tried to play me as a dummy.
"You got my bitch pregnant. I ain't no phony and don't try to fuckin play me I'll blow yo head off and make sure your not in your child's fuckin life." I stared pushing the gun into the back of his head making him sigh.
I didn't wanna do anytime and jail so I wasn't actually thinking about murdering him. All my anger slowly started to fade away. I just wanted him to not fuck with me and to stay out of my life. And never think he had the chance to talk to me.
I put my semiautomatic down and made him look at me. I started to realize I didn't need her and I didn't need him. I could get any bitch I want.
"You can have her. Just stay the fuck away from my house." I spat pushing his chest with my index and middle finger every word I said. He showed no fear.
