Its A Thugs World

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Deuce.

"I got him right here. What you want me to do with him?" I asked on the phone.

"Burn his ass alive. He was beating and raping the girls I just got from down in Miami. I told him I got peoples to reach him in all places. I didn't expect you to find him so fast Deuce."

"Oh this nigga was hiding out at the Colby's Hotel. Ill make sure his ass dont exist Mister Bass. Trust me." I told him before I banged it on him. I looked over at Hector and nodded for him to go and get the lighter fluid.

The fat nasty man tied down to the chair cried out for help and pleaded for me to let him go.

"You know what I hate more than a fucking rapist...a fucking pussy ass rapist. Man the fuck up. All those tears is not going to stop me from lighting your ass up."

"Mister Bass is shipping those girls all around the globe to be another mans play thing. What is the difference between what I did and what he doing?" He asked as I walked over and lit my blunt as I did.

"These girls are being raped and beatened in Africa. Mister Bass gives them opportunity to make money will selling that pussy. Its called supply, demand, and reimbursement. They arent doing shit when they get with him against their will. Three ladies came forward saying you touched them against their wills and beat them. You suppose to transfer the merchandise not touch it. You never heard of Look but don't touch."

"Deuce please I got millions in an offshore account I can give you. Spare me man" he pleaded as Hector returned and started spraying his ass down with the fluid.

"Listen this has shit to do with me. I am just paying back an old friend. He helped me a few years ago with a problem so this is his favor back...any last words—matter of fact you have spoken too damn much." I explained before pulling again from the blunt and then flicked it on him and he went up in flames...and we watched as his cries and screams slowly died.

"This got my dick hard. I cant even lie. We haven't done some crazy shit like this in a long time." He told me as he hit my arm and I gave him a quick stare.

"Shit I forgot. How is it?" He asked about the arm. I had to lie to him about the gun range shooting accident too. Didn't wanna have to explain I was smashing his sister.

"Good and after this where you headed?" I asked him.

"On the beach.Got a Tinder date."

"When are you going to stop fucking these rich white hoes."

"When the world come crashing down. Whats ya' plans man?" He asked.

"Valentina making dinner and shit. Im playing house on this Friday night." I told him as we clapped up and he stated, "Gone head. The clean up crew already in route. Go play husband."

"Fuck you." I told him as he laughed.

"Aye I have seen you checking my ass out a few times. I don't swing that way. I mean this white girl one time she did stick a finger up my ass as she gave me a blowjob it was fucking crazy." He said as I pushed his chest and stated, "You wish nigga and thats why you fucking these white hoes, huh! They on your level of freak." I walked out the barn in the middle of the Everglades and over to my Maserati.

My phone started ringing and I pulled it out and seen it was Valentina. I quickly answered, "Wassup?"

"Nothing just warming up this pussy as I stir this pepper steak. How far are you?"

"Headed to the house now. You know I got to take a few different ways. Ill be there in the hour." I told her. I never know who watching. Cops, Enemies, or Feds. So I never take the same route home. Hell no one even knows where I stay but a select few. Im up in Boca Raton with the rich white folks. I got to keep up appearances. Im a business mogul after all. I saw white vans pulling up and I waved at the Haitian man driving and he gave me a head nod. The clean up crew is here.