Chapter 18: Man Down.
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"Stand the fuck up, nigga!" I demanded Frank as he rose to his feet wincing in pain as blood rushed from his cut face from the glass of that Vending Machine.
"Why are you alive?" I questioned him as he exhaled, "Cor-Cor" I slung the gun and butted him in the face with the gun as we both heard his nose break.
"Fucknigga, lace me up before I put three holes in your snake ass." I demanded.
"I am-I was an undercover agent for the FBI working to take down Zone and you got roped into it at Jade's killing" As he kept on explaining he was wasting time it had all came together. He is behind this find the gun stupid ass plan.
"SHUT UP!" I snapped. He licked his lips as he cried out, "Please dont kill me. I have a son. A son I am desperately trying to get back to..."
"So why wasnt you killed?" I asked him not giving a single fuck about his sob story right now.
"Sun was going to kill me but I talked him into keeping me alive while I prove who really killed his Uncle. Which was you. He didnt believe me, but he spoke to a trusted informant that swindled him into giving up the placement of the gun while dangling the keys to the castle over his head. That failed. You and that Zone are slippery fish I tell you." He said trying to compliment me while saving his own ass.
"So why shouldnt I kill you right now?" I asked him.
"Because I can get you Sun on a silver platter."
"BULLSHIT! YOU ARE A SNAKE! I kill that son of a bitch and you will have a team ready to arrest me. You have to go...lets go!" I barked at him as I motioned for him to head back to his room. He walked in all whimpering and shit.
"Please, Cordell. Dont do this. I will shut up about all of it."
"So you helped Brody pose as a fucking rat, huh? I knew it wasnt him." I spoke and he turned around and argued, "Sun needed help and that sick fuck wasnt about to rape me again at his own amusement." My head was spinning as Sun past actions just highlighted in my head. This motherfucker is fish food.
"Get a pen and paper!" I snapped. He rushed over to the desk as I went into my pocket and screwed the silencer on my gun.
"Write the address and names of your loved ones." I told him as he cried out, "I only have my son and husband."
"Good it shouldnt take long then!" I told him. I saw him shaking as he wrote the names down and handed me the paper. I slid it into my pocket and exhaled, "In the bathroom come on." He led me into the bathroom and exhaled.
"Strip down." I demanded. He nervously unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and took off his shirt.
"Those too!" I said pointing at his briefs. Just as he turned towards me I shot his chest up a few times as he fell back into the tub and gasped for hus last breaths. I turned on the water and made sure to wipe down everything I had touched. I walked back out and popped the DO NOT DISTURB paddle on the knob. I walked back towards Zone car as I heard the door from upstairs open. He walked off fixing his jacket. I leaned on the hood of his car. He walked over and we clapped up.
"Son, that queen up there has the pussy of a thousand queens." He relished with a big smile on his face.
"Zone, you had Brody killed for shit. He wasnt the rat. I found out who it was just a few minutes ago. I am going to take care of him, dont worry. Did she agree to set up the meet?" I told him as he squinted and slowly responded, "Yeahhh, she said she will get us a face to face but what do you mean Brody wasnt the rat?"

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THUG INK
General FictionCordell "Ink" Spacey was a 20 year old on the rise in his 2nd year of college. He lives in an expensive Apartment, balling like Kobe, dressed in new designer before it even hit the market and had every girl on campus at Central Chicago University wa...