Still Can't Knock The Hustle [Finished]

Part 8-SMH, Prince

Prince was going into his apartment but when he got to the door he noticed the door was ajar.

He grabbed his gun as he went in. He looked in the kitchen and no one was there but when he got to the living room someone was standing there.

"Who the fuck are you?" Prince said.

The person turned around and shot. Prince dodged behind the couch and shot at the guy but he missed. He took another shot and missed again.

Prince knew at that moment he had to get out of there. He shot while he ran out of the apartment but felt something hit him but he kept going.

He reached his car and started it up and drove away. He looked in his rearview and didn't see anyone following him. He finally looked down as his adrenaline was wearing off and noticed he was shot in the leg.

"Fuck!" He yelled.

He made it to his parents house and limped to the door. He tried to use his key but his hands were slipping because of all the blood. He rang the doorbell and banged on the door. He was waiting for someone to come. Finally the door opened.

"The fuck?" He heard.

"Ma!!!!" He yelled.

Diva pulled him in the house. She noticed he was shot in the leg. She undid his belt.

"Ma, I can do that." He said.

"Well hurry up, shit. You gonna loose a lot of blood." Diva said as she got up to get a towel and called Chelle.

Diva wrapped his leg when he took his pants off.

"What the hell happened?" She asked.

"I don't know." He said shaking his head.

"What you mean you don't know?" She asked. "You was there. What the fuck happened?"

"Somebody was robbing my apartment and they shot me." He said.

"You didn't have your gun or something?" She asked.

"Yeah, I had it." He said.

"So do you need a clean up crew?" She asked.

"Nah." He said looking away.

"What do you mean no?" She asked.

"I didn't-" Prince said. "I missed."

"The fuck you mean you missed?!" She yelled. "How many times did you fire?"

"Just on-"

"Landon, do not lie to me. I will check your gun myself." She said.

"Like two or three times." He said.

"Two or, what the hell? And you didn't land one!" She said. "What the-"

Prince looked down.

"Why didn't you land one? Huh? Now that nigga still walking around!" Diva yelled pushing him.

"Ma-"

"Ma, nothing. Your twenty-three years old and know how to handle a gun. That nigga shouldn't be living." Diva yelled.

They heard the door open and it was Chelle. Chelle sat him up in a chair and was plucking the needle to numb him.

"Nah, don't numb him." Diva said crossing her arms.

"What!" Prince yelled.

"Don't numb him like I said. You gonna feel that shit. I bet you won't get shot again." She said. "Izzy! Baby Girl!"