The Kiss of Death [Dave East]

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TONYA SQUINTED IN REACTION TO DAVES PROPOSAL. She couldn't believe her ears. He wanted them to be apart of Anissa's Union. "She's a murderer." Tonya said through gritted teeth. "If you weren't so lit off getting your Dick wet you'd see that. Fuck this." She trudged past Dave. He managed to grab her arm in the narrow hallway, but Tonya responded with a strong blow, striking him dead in the jaw. She swung again, and then again. Her vision grew blurry as she slipped into a fit of rage.

This was for Mikey.

Slowly though, she felt the barrel a pistol comb against her ear. Tonya wasn't stupid. She withdrew and stood up, looking over her shoulder. Lucks furrowed his eyebrow in confusion, tilting his head at Tonya. He never would've thought it'd be her, Tonya was loyal like Spades was to Anissa. This sudden betrayal stunned him. "Dave you aight?" He asked. Dave coughed but nodded in response. "Walk away Lucks." She hissed. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "You gotta go T. Don't matter where though, you can go to the lil store down the block from here. Just can't be here." He shrugged, dropping his hand.

In all his years knowing Tonya, he knew that she could accept defeat. Again, she wasn't stupid. Tonya huffed angrily, stomping past the two men with her fist balled. Dave's best friend watched her in amazement, giving Dave a helping hand in the process. "You got a type for real." He laughed, shaking his head. "You think so?" Dave responded sarcastically with a groan, taking his hand. He grunted as he stood up, touching his sore jaw. "I came looking for you." Lucks said. "It's Spades."

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Anissa leant against the wall as Marcus tried the door again, knocking loudly. "How long he been like this?" Dave asked, lifting the hammer over his shoulder. "Hours maybe." Marcus responded. "So fuck that shit." Dave spat. He urged Marcus to blow the door down to which he agreed. The two dug their feet into the door, kicking at it a couple times and when that didn't work, they gave Dave room. He swung the hammer into the air and in one clean struck he knocked the doorknob off. The door hit the floor with a loud crash that residents would be sure to complain about later. The four swarmed into the sun lit room. The TV was still on, an empty bottle laid in the kitchen floor. They hurried to check the rest of the house when suddenly.

"Hey."

They looked at a slightly dazed Spades, he stood lazily behind the kitchen island, still intoxicated as he rubbed his sore eye. "Spades man, why you been ducking us?" Marcus asked. "Y'all know what day today is?" He slurred, dipping in his steps. "What?" Dave asked confusingly. "We live life so fast, we don't actually see anything. That's how Anissa got knocked that first time. We were on our way to air out Piru—Its May 26th by the way—" Spades messingly pointed at Lucks. "To air these niggas out, we didn't even see the undercover cops." He slurred, stumbling in his steps. He tripped quickly, falling against Marcus' body. The older man rolled his eyes annoyed, hoisting Spades up by his shirt.

"Spades what the hell did you drink?"

"I don't drink Bacardi, watch ya mouth." He dug two fingers into Marcus' chest, seemingly threatening. "I drank some St-Remy, Hennessy..uh I think there was a 1942 in there." He shrugged not fully sure. "Dave get me some water." Marcus kissed his teeth, wrapping Spades arm around his shoulder. He helped Spades stand to his feet, dragging him towards the couch. "What the hell are we doing?" Spades murmured into Marcus' ear. "We use to play the floor is lava n pretend like a demon chasing us when we close the lights. Before we knew it, me and yous was running up and down the block. Now look at us, surviving drive bys, making noise for NYPD, getting hit." He raised his arm, touching his clothed bandage.