The Kiss of Death [Dave East]

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         SPADES GROANED AS HE FElT DEE MOVE from underneath him. He rolled over and stared at the clock. 3:49am. He quickly shut his eyes in relief when he heard Dee explain. "Gotta pee." He muttered something in response. Spades fell asleep within seconds. What woke him up again wasn't Dee nuzzling under his arm. It was the empty space in his bed. His eyes sprung open. He stared st the clock and his eyes nearly fell out of his head. 5:07am. He stood up from the bed and left the bedroom, towards the bathroom. The light was one, toilet fresh. Confusingly he shut off the switch and headed back into the living area.

He froze. The door was wide open. Dee no where in sight. He hurried to his bedroom and swung open his bedside drawer. He took the pistol out from the tiny box and headed to his closet. He pulled out a tiny black box that consisted of different colour and sized silencers. He took the quietest one he owned. After screwing it in properly he left his apartment in nothing but his boxers and a wife beater. The door across from him was open. Lucks and Dave's room.

He quietly moved into the room, waiting his gun. The living room was empty, bathroom too. He entered the bedroom. Spades raised the gun to the mans face at the same time it was held to his. "Lucks? Shit. I thought you was fucked up!" He huffed as they both dropped their guns to their side. "Nah man. I heard someone licking my lock. I grabbed my gun and was waiting right here for them. But they never got in." Spades cursed, gripping his gunfighter. "That's cause they got to Dee first." As Lucks was about to say something, a bulb went off in Spades head. His hand shot yo and covered Lucks mouth. "Your door was open." Lucks was visibly panicked. Then, footsteps were heard.

Lucks and Spades split up instantly. Lucks behidn the door and Spades positioned under the bed. They waited in agonizing silence was time moved slowly. A pair of black boots were came into Spades limited vision. He readied the gun at his feet, he pulled the trigger and the bullet pierced through his calf as he groaned and fell. Before he could tell or call for help, Spades heard the sound of a gun silently piercing into his body. The mans groans and movements cane to a halt. Spades rolled out from underneath the bed. "Think we can take the rest of them?" Lucks asked. Spades sighed and bent over, flipping the visor of the motorcycle up.

Some Hispanic boy no older than 18. Spades sighed, rubbing his face in disappointment. Just another kid. Lucks left the room without a word as Spades examined this guys outfit. Black everything. Motorcycle helmet, tinted visor, black hoodie, black jeans and black kicks. They wanted to be in and out. "Spades." He looked up at a worried Lucks. "There's a white laundry cleaning van parked in the alleyway. Other niggas dressed like him talking n shit." Spades jumped up. "You seen the rest?" He shook his head. "All the rooms are empty. Struggle. No forced entry." He looked back at the kid. "I got an idea."

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"This potato stack scratching my skin." Lucks complained as spades dragged him down the fire escape stairs, getting closer to the van. "Shut up." He grumbled. "This a suicide mission. We don't know shit about these guys and you better not stick out!" He grumbled. Spades—dressed in the exact suit was carrying Lucks as a hostage. They hoped and prayed it'd work. "I stuffed that kids body in one of the empty rooms. If we make it out alive, word to my dead you dealing with it." Spades muttered just as they barged through the doors. "Where the fuck were you fool?" He heard one of the guys asked, pistol sticking out of his pockets. "You know what? Shut the fuck up! Load him the back." The back doors were sprung open. Dave, Marcus, Dee, Tonya, their newest recruit Will and Anissa sat in the back of the van. Anissa has her feet and wrist bound, the bottom of the bag was tied loosely around her neck.