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Chapter FOURTEEN - Stone 4 Stone

Chapter FOURTEEN

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Andre

'You want war, we ready

We got guns plus machetes

You don’t want no beef, no spaghetti

Premium gas no unleaded

Ain’t tryna preach like a reverend

I want to see if she ready

Click clack bang, fire fire, ayy

Shooting the eagle, no desert

Painted my house all white, DMX like in Belly

I see that red call light that means she just left a message

All of my niggas war ready

Some of you niggas be scary

Cause if it comes down to it, boy you niggas ain’t ready'

Rich Gang's War Ready blared through the speakers of my all white Aston Martin Vanquish as I sat here with a fat ass loud blunt stuck in between my lips. I took a puff and released the smoke into the air as the weed relaxed me. It was midnight on a Thursday, and Trent and I were sitting in the cut waiting on the signal from the shooters. We passed the blunt back and forth as we bobbed our head to the beat of the song that played. After this 2nd blunt, I was already feeling my high. I wasn't afraid to kill anybody, hell I've been doing it since I was 16, but I had to get myself in the mood for it sometimes. I was a heartless ass nigga before I moved here, got cuffed, and became a father. I'm still ruthless, but now I got a soft spot for two females other than my moms.

I was taking a puff from the blunt when both of our phones lit up indicating we had a text message. We looked at each other and already knew what time it was. This had to be done, so we were gone get the job done tonight. I opened the text message just to be sure that it was the signal from Que, and it was. I tucked my glock 40 in my jeans, with the silencer already attached. I was ready to kill this nigga and be done with this shit on life. I was just happy to have got a hold to his ass.

We got him, waiting on y'all to come and fill this nigga up. x Q

"You ready for this famo?" Trent asked as he filled his gun with new and fresh bullets. We hadn't had to shoot at anybody in a while. I took one last puff from the blunt and put it out, after I was sure my eyes were red and low. Weed makes most niggas forget shit and slip up on the job, but it just kept me more cautious, aware, horny, and hungry.

"Hell yeah, nigga I was born ready for this shit . Fuck you mean?" I asked as I looked at him upside his head. This nigga drunk asking me some shit like that. I've been doing this shit since I could remember.

"I'm just asking nigga, you been a lil pussy lately, so I'm just making sure you up for the job. If you not, I could always call Mac" He laughed and opened the door to my car, getting out. I did the same and pulled the black hoodie over my head until I was inside of the house. We were at an abandoned house on the North side where we were sure no police would be around or anyone rather. No one came on these streets, so it was secluded enough for us to kill this nigga and be gone without a trace or sound.

"Fuck you, witcha bitch ass." I mugged him as we walked to the back entrance of the house. We made sure no one was lurking as we went inside of the well lit basement to see about 20 of our shooters standing around waiting on us to get here. They were sent on a mission to kill all of this head nigga's workers, so now he was the one of the few left to meet his makers.