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"A woman's intuition."
The street light twitched above the black range rover. The crew sat inside pondering, all of their eyes focused on the group of men that were gambling on the street. "I can't even look at these niggas." Jack scoffed.
"I'm down fa' whateva' y'all down fa'." Sharawn spoke eyeing his two friends.
"I say we kill them bitches right now." Jack spat reaching for the door handle but Shamar quickly grabbed him yanking him back.
"Yo chill out, now we know this could end messy and one of us might not mak-"
Jack cut him off "No we got this 'Mar we got this." Jack reassured him.
Shamar let out a breath sliding the ski mask over his face. He hanged his head down sealing his eyes shut. He said a silent prayer before eyeing his friends "Y'all ready?" He whipped the gun out from his side.
She spinned around in the body length mirror admiring her silk lace sleep wear. She traced the small tattoo on her chest. It was her first night at home alone atleast in her new apartment. Usually he would be here but he had business to handle. It was nights like this she wished she had friends. Nights when she felt alone.
Ofcourse she had friends in the past but now its more difficult to make friends. Nowadays there aren't any real friends, the world probably has about 30% genuine people left. The other 70% simply isn't real atleast in Bree's mind. This was how she viewed things. She sighed stroking the comb through her hair.
Soon she found herself sitting out on balcony smoking a blunt that she made. From always being in the house she taught herself how to roll. Smoke flowed from her mouth as she looked down at the cars on the street. Her mind suddenly drifted off to her boyfriend, she never thought about him this much.
It was a feeling, a feeling that something wasn't right. "Something's wrong." She blurted.
The black range swerved along the highway, his gun was pointed out the window firing back at the car that chased behind them. "Bro drive faster what the fuck I thought we killed them!" Jack shouted
"This the same shit i was talkin' bout." Shamar grumbled ducking his head down. As much as he prayed for things not to go left, they were already going left. The situation was messy and he knew for a fact someone wasn't going home alive tonight.
He took a deep breath before firing shots back at the enemy. For a moment time slowed down. Atleast thats what it felt like for the three men. A bullet pierced his skull, his eyes widened, he died in shock. His friends stared at him with their eyes wide they wanted to scream but words didn't come out. A minute felt like an hour.
The vehicle skidded off of the road flipping off into midair. It had lost control, they had lost control.
