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~Breezy P.O.V.~

What the fuck kind of shit is this?

I was behind the desk with Yvonne clung to me, trying to make this one shot count.

I closed one eye and pulled the trigger, I watched the bullet leave my gun and go right through the neck of the guy who opened fire first. The kid's lines I was doing was already shot dead, there just went my answer.

"You aight, girl?" I asked, re-cocking my gun, just in case.

"Who were they?" She asked as she looked at me. Fear was all to present in her eyes and I felt bad 'cause she ain't need to be around this petty shit.

"Members from a gang that's out to kill my gang, IRG, and WTE. Just stay back here." I said unwrapping her arms from me. I stood up and walked around the desk, glass was everywhere and soon enough, I came across the small trail of blood.

I stepped over the body of the kid and went to the other guy. I saw his eye move and I just fired again at him. His body jolted but his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

"Who do you work for." Was all I said as I looked at both bodies. The black bandanas, the double R tattoos, but no answer to who runs all this. "God fucking dammit." I said kicking one of the swivel chairs. "So fucking close." I breathed out, grabbing a hold of my curls in frustration.

"Should I call the cops?" She asked. I gave her a nod and started to mentally prepare myself for the questioning. If this hadn't have happened in the shop, a public area, there would have been no need for cops.

***

"You don't know anything about these two men?" The officer asked me.

"Not a damn thing. Just two hoodlums who came in and you see the rest." Never. Talk. About. The. Gangs. That is just a free ticket to jail and that labels you as a snitch. Labeled as a snitch is was puts a bullet through your head.

I ain't about that.

"Alright Mr. Jenkins, have a nice day." I gave a nod and took a seat back in the office chair.

"Chris, you have a cut on your neck." Yvonne said, pulling the collar of my shirt down a little. "It's bleeding a lot-"

"It's chill, it doesn't hurt or anything. Are you okay though?" I looked up at her and took a quick look at her body and thankfully, I didn't see anything on her.

"I'm fine. Are there going to be more?"

"I wish I knew. I really wish I knew but I don't know. Romeo got a gun right?" She nodded. "Where at?"

"Under the couch in the chill room. Want me to go get it?" I shook my head.

"We need to clean the shop up. Romeo is gonna need to order a new window and mirrors. His place is fucked up." I said looking around. This shop was hella nice looking, now it's all ghetto and shit with bullet holes in the wall, blood on the floor and walls. This is bullshit.

I called down Nitty, since Christian was handling business with Lexis and Melo.

"What's up?" He asked dapping me. "Hey Yvonne." He smiled at her and she smiled back.

"2 Black Gang Members came by earlier. There was a shoot out-"

"Word already spread. All those little punk ass gangs are scarce. They're scared because of all this feuding between the four gangs." Nitty said, rubbing the back of his neck.