Family Ties

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Kat POV

"You fat diabetes having motha-fucka" I say to Paul.

"You overweight wanna be a gangbanger hoe" he retaliated.

"Ha nice comeback fat ass" I say stepping over Marcus deadbody.

"You caught on fast" he says.

"You thought you could take my money MY business and get away with it" I Say.

"So whatchu finna do next? Kill me" he says.

Then the thought dawned on me.

Killing him....I could never bring myself to do it.

"Just give me back what's mine" I say low.

"Why your gonna cry? *chuckles* Katrina you are the same as you were when we was 5 you cry when you don't get what you want" he says.

"You know this is my business what you weren't getting paid enough" I Say losing my temper.

"no I just wanted to take it from you, you don't deserve it you father didn't deserve it" he says.

"I take you into my home my business and you repay me" my voice starts to shake and I'm starting to break.

"Have you taken your pills you crazy bitch I don't want a damn thing from you and now that I have what's yours I don't need anything from you" he lifts his gun up and points it towards my face.

"Made some calls I knew you would come around here the Crips offered a hefty sum for me to do business with em I'm doing what you were scared to do now all I gotta do is take you out" he says.

"Not if I take you out first" I say and lift the gun to his face.

"Ooh you got balls now, go ahead pull the trigger" he says.

"The Crips will turn on you and the bloods will want to kill you" I Say.

"Guess we'll just wait and see" he says.

Out of weakness I put the gun down "we family man how could you turn on me like this all of you"

Out of nowhere the head of his gun clashes with my head.

I fall back into the floor.

"Family means nothing to me"

I scoot back on my elbows blood rushes down my head.

"I took Kesha out had Jody killed" he smirks to himself "You next"

Before I can think his fist collides with my face.

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I wakeup slowly and my head is throbbing.

I try to feel it but I can't feel my hands either.

I try to look but my left eye feels sore.

I open my eyes as much as I can and I'm strapped to a chair.

I sob.

He lets me live  but he couldn't heal my eye even a little.

I hear footsteps coming down a set of stairs.

"Well well Well look who's up" somebody says.

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