The ringing of his cell phone woke Messiah out of his sleep. As soon as he was about to answer it the ringing stopped, "ain't that bout a bitch" he huffed as he snuggled back into Tonya. His eyes weren't closed two seconds before the phone started ringing again."Somebody better be dying" he mumbled as he hung off the bed to grab the phone. "Speak"
"BIG SHIT POP—" before the caller could get the words out Siah was already jumping out of bed and throwing his clothes on. He instructed his workers to only contact him when big shit was poppin' meaning shit was going down at one of his trap spots so he had to get there ASAP.
After grabbing his gun, phone, and keys he ran out of the house making sure to lock the bottom lock on his way out. He made it to his truck and peeled out of the complex. On the way there he sent Tonya a text.
SiBaby💙: Hey ma, some shit went down at one of my spots. I'll be back before you wake up in the morning so don't worry that pretty little head of yours. I love you 😘
Placing his phone in the cup holder he got his mind right for what he was about to walk into. It took 15 minutes for him to get to his destination. Checking his surroundings he grabbed his gun, tucked it, and exited his truck.
It was deathly quiet, something that was abnormal for this neighborhood. This particular trap was in the heart of the hood where junkies and drunks roamed the streets 24/7. This quietness put an ill feeling in Messiah's spirit so he pulled his gun out and allowed it to lead his way.
As he approached the front of the house he noticed that the door looked as if it was cracked. Messiah used his foot to open the door as his gun stayed in front of him while he fully entered the home.
"What the fuck" he mumbled as he flipped the light switch, turning the lights on. Messiah clenched his jaw in anger as he walked around the front room checking for any signs of life from the bodies sprawled out in front of him.
It was as if his entire crew was laying at his feet. He heard what sounded like shuffling coming from one of the back rooms. Taking his gun off safety, he made his way in the direction of the noises. Halfway down the hallway he saw someone dragging themself towards him.
Messiah aimed his gun, ready to shoot if he needed to then the person lifted their head up. Siah instantly went to help Qua up. "What the fuck ! What happen? Who did this?" he asked.
"Aaahhhh! It- it was Bl- black" Qua yelled from the pain of the gunshot wounds. He was shot once in the side and once in his leg.
Messiah instantly froze at the revelation. Black was his bestfriend, there was no way he was the one behind everything going on lately. "That would explain how they knew about Tonya" he mumbled to himself.
Hearing Qua groan, Messiah came back to, making sure to be careful as he helped his cousin to the truck.. "I gotta get you to the hospital" Messiah spoke as he maneuvered his way through the sea of dead bodies. Once they made it to the truck Siah helped him into the passenger seat then he went around and got inside.
"Na man, take me to Doc" Qua whispered as he rested his head against the window.
"Qua man, come on man, talk to me" Siah spoke as he tapped his cousin. "Tell me what happened"
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