I walked up the raggedy steps of Crenshaw projects. Avoiding stepping on needles , crack pipes and fisher price toys.
I went on back into my room stopping at the gruesome sight that took my breath away.
Blood painted and spattered all over the ba...
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I sat waiting for them to tell me the deed was done. Instead i got the opposite
One of the men i hired , Quincy walked in limping , with blood dripping from his forehead.
"They got away man , they killed Jerome , Nico , and JoJo ." Quincy coughed .
"I asked you bum bitches to do one simple thing !" I shouted about ready to choke this nigga out .
"I know b-but we wasn't expecting them to come With all that fuckin heat , they killed three of us man" Quincy whined.
I nodded walking over to him I was sick of his crybaby ass shit
my hands gripped tightly around his throat closing off his airway "did i hire your pussy ass to hear you bitch and moan about shit ? Or did i hire you to take care of them punk ass niggas? I squeezed harder his as his eyes watered .
"I-I'm s-Sorry " he apologized hoarsely coughing as soon as i released him .
"That's what i thought. Now get the fuck out of my face ."
Quincy stammered off on his feet
I waited dwelling in my thoughts for a moment as i lit a cigar i inhaled deeply exhaling the smoke smoothly
I pulled out my phone dialing someone i knew would be an asset .
"Hey, Keyshia,"
I smirked
"it's Dro ."
Authors note : Sorry y'all another short chapter ! Don't hate me , what do you think ?! stay tuned !!
