Chapter NINETEEN
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Trent
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We advanced towards the house within the pitch black night that consumed us. My finger was already on the trigger, ready to pop anything in sight. I was ready to go in here and lay all these niggas out that fucked with us. Everybody that wasn't with us, was dying tonight and that was a promise. I wasn't leaving witnesses or anybody that could possibly come back with some shit to bring us down. We didn't need no more trouble coming our way. I was bussing at any and everybody that didn't give me what I wanted tonight.
Red, 3 other niggas, and I went in through the back door, while the others went in through the front of the house. With my silencer on, I shot the lock off the door and quietly kicked it in. This was too easy. I expected there to at least be multiple locks, but this nigga wasn't even smart enough to secure his spot. I shook my head in disappointment. We walked around in the house, searching for these niggas, but they were no where to be found. I walked up behind one of the guards I'm assuming, and a bullet immediately filled his head. We laid him down quietly to prevent the noise, that could possibly signal others in the house. We were headed for a door that had another lock on it, until I heard a scream. That sounded too familiar, so I turned on my heels and headed for the stairs. My heart was skipping a beat, I was anxious by now as I went up by 2s.
I made my way up the stairs quietly. It was another nigga sitting in a chair at the top, too bad he was slumped already. Rule number one, never be caught slipping. This nigga was sleep on the job, too bad he wouldn't wake up. I allowed Red to dead him as I continued to follow the small screams until I came behind a door. I counted to 3 in my head and kicked the door in, to see Quan's back turned towards me. I could see he had his pants down, but I couldn't see the girl.
He turned around to look at me, and right then I sent a bullet flying through his skull on sight. I wasn't in the mood to play with him, nor talk. Aliyah screamed once again as he fell on top of her, blood splattering on her face and body. This nigga had his dick out and she was naked. I know like hell he wasn't about to rape her. She was shaking and covering her body with her hands. I slipped my hoodie from over my head and handed it to her.
She slipped the black hoodie over her body and clung onto me like her life depended on it. Sobs immediately escaped the back of her throat as soon as I wrapped my arm around her to keep her up. I sent another 3 bullets into his chest, just for the hell of it. This nigga was nuts, about to rape her. I couldn't believe this shit, but it was happening.
I hugged her and rested my chin on top of her forehead as she cried into my black t-shirt. I tried to get her to calm down, but she wasn't listening to me. I understood where she was coming from, with everything that has been happening. This girl has been through hell and she deserved to cry. She had bruises all over her body, she looked sick in the face, her hair was tangled up, and her skin looked unkept. I swallowed a lump in my throat and fired one more shot into Quan's eye.
"Shh, listen Liyah. We got to go, Andre is here somewhere. We got to go get him and then we out of here. Okay? I just need you to be good, so we can get you to Ava, you don't look too good baby sis. " I said to her. She nodded slowly as she tried to stop the tears from falling.
We walked out of the room, leaving Quan's body slumped over on the bed with holes filling him. We crept quietly through the house and went back to the door with the lock on it. We shot it, just like the last one and walked quietly down the stairs until Andre and Taylor came into view. She was crying violently as she held a gun to Andre's head. I had to place my hand over Liyah's mouth, because she started crying again as soon as she saw them. She was clenching onto my shirt, trying her best to stay standing next to me. I knew her body was weak from starvation and dehydration.
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