The Cover Up

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*Chris's P.O.V*
What am I gone do with this boy? I don't want to kill him. I can't kill him what if he was my son? If my son was ever in this situation I wouldn't want them to kill him. I know he didn't want to do any of this, so I can't just kill him but the real question is can I trust him.

How don't I know he won't just pick up a gun and kill me before I even get to kill him. I'm supposed to change my life around and do good for once and they come and pull some shit like this. I just don't even know what to do.

I mean I can kill him because I killed the rest of them. Speaking of them... I need to clean this mess up. I need to get rid of these dead bodies and fast. I'll have to do something with the lil boy later.

"Hey, what's your name." I asked him

"T-they call me Lil Trent....please don't kill me I don't have anything to do with this. They just wanted me here to learn but I really don't even wanna do any of this this life is not for m-." Trent began saying.

"Listen here. I really don't give a fuck about none of that." I said as I walked to grab one of the guns off the floor and back over to him who was backed off into the corner. I cocked the gun and put my hand on the trigger

"I don't want to kill you but I will. So please don't do nothing stupid just sit here and shut up while I figure out what imma do with you. Ight?" I said to him

"Y-yes sir." He said as he sat in the corner

"Ok then it seems like we gone be just fine. Hush while I get on the phone." I said as I grabbed my phone out my pocket and began to make my calls.

*Phone Conversation

"Where you at man? I'll have the boys there as soon as possible!" He said

"Damn, how you know that's what I wanted? But I like the way you think get straight to business. Imma' drop my location when I get off the phone." I said

"I know cuz' that's the only reason I get calls from you clowns but Ight bet you owe me. I was just finna call it a day." He told me

"Don't I always do you right? I look out for whoever looks out for me." I told him

"Real. Drop the location and I gotcha'." He said

"Bet" I said as I hung up

*End of Conversation*

I sent the location to him and began cleaning up some of the bullet shells. How did I even put my self into any of this shit? I was just trying to help I ended up killing niggas, seeing people get shot, to be left to clean it all up.

Even though I disagree with Aniyah and Jacob he might be what she needs right now. I wasn't right and I had my chance so I can't hate on another nigga for that. I basically pushed her into his arms so even though I'm a little bit bitter because she moved on. I'm happy for her... for the both of them.

Aniyah would have been the best mother because of the way she loves and protects everyone. The day she has kids is going to be a true blessing. Well, look at this..... getting off track just thinking about Aniyah. I have stuff to do.

Just then I seen the boys ready to get the dead bodies, but before they do imma' check the pockets and give Trent all the money and chains. There's no sense of letting all of that be thrown away. They just bout to burn them and turn them into ashes.

"Aye Trent" I said to the little boy

"Huh?" He responded

"Go find me a big bowl I'm pretty sure they have one." I told him

"Yessir" He said as he went to find a big bowl

"I got one." He said handing me the bowl.

I went and searched every dead body in here and threw all the money, chains, and watches in the bowl and gave the bowl to Trent.

"Here. All of this is yours. I don't know what I'm going to do with you yet but I'm pretty sure this is enough money to do everything you need and want to do." I told him

"For me? Foreal? Thanks man." He told me

"Yeah now get out the way and let them get these bodies out the way. Can I trust you?"

"Most definitely. I trust you so you can trust me." He told me

"Ok you better not have me regret this or I will kill you. Now go sit on the couch don't touch anything. Go count the money or something."

"Ok." He said as he went into the living room to count the money

"Wassup man." One of the dudes working told me

"Long time no see man. Wassup!" I said to him as we did our old handshake.

"I know but what you want us to do with these bodies? No special requests?"

"Nope just do what y'all do man. I just need this place cleaned up quickly." I told him

"So no one heard the gun shots?" He asked

"No, everyone in here was always ready and on go. Silencers on every gun. I was surprised but not even one person was dumb enough not to have one."

"Damn, foreal. I bet this was a messy messy scene. These too many damn bodies. I would ask questions but 27 years of this I've learned to just let it be."

"We all done B." One of the other men said to him.

"That's my q. I'll get back at you soon man. You be safe out here I don't wanna be picking you up and loading you in the back of my van." He laughed

"And that's real but Ight man you too." I said as they all went out the back door and left

I walked back into the living room where Trent was. He had money scattered everywhere. Counting it out. I just smiled at the sight of it all. I know it's sounds so wrong but honestly I wanna just kill him before he turns on me but something won't let me. I just can't do it and I don't like the feeling.

"Help me clean up some of these bullet shells. Go get the broom and sweep them up and put them in the trash. Don't ask me where shit at cuz' I really don't know just look for it. Trust me everything is going to be here when he get back." I told him

"Yessir."

"Shit I gotta make another call you clean them up though I'll be right back" I told him

"Yessir" He said as he began sweeping

I stepped into one of the back rooms.

*Phone Conversation*
"Hello"

"Aye is this Summer?"

"This is she, who's this?"

"This Chris I need a house clean."

"Oouuu Chris hey baby."

"Girl you wild wassup." I laughed

"Where at in the house?"

"Just kitchen and living room"

"Is anything on the sofa?"

"Uhhhh maybe a little bit" I said stepping into the living room a little

"Leather sofa?

"Yeah"

"Name of road?"

"Carter drive."

"Ohh I'm a block away now. Give me 3 minutes. Send me the exact address."

"Thanks and ok."

"You owe me and you already know wassup. It's been a while."

"I know I gotcha." I said as I hung up
*End of Conversation*

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