Deathly kisses

A glimpse:
Ayo, give my fucking money Pablo, aint nobody playin with your ass no more." I said as I aimed the gun at his throat. How you let a bitch get you all fucked up and tied down? Tell me that? And how in the hell this nigga still in the chair cause I would have been out fucking shit all the way up.

"K-K-K-King please, I promise you on god, Im going get you that money. Im sorry. j-j-just dont take my life.Please King!

This nigga crying. And stuttering.

Bitch made ass nigga.

I bet if he wasnt tied his black ass a be right on his very knees begging an shit. Pablo Massey owe me a good hundred twenty thousand dollars from him trying to be the greedy stick-up kid that he is. But the thing is it aint about the money. Naw, naw,naw , its never about the money. Pussy change! That shit light to me ! Respect is always key. With respect you get power, with power you get money. And aint no way an hell a dime going come missing from me over some petty ass nigga with greedy hands. He could have asked Ive always been charitable.But see thats where he fucked up.

He stole from ME.

So as much as I want to let this sexy ass papi go I simply cant.

The heels of my steel toe boots make noise against the concrete floor as I walk to him. Setting the gun on his lap I grab his face and my eyes meet with his scared ones. I close his with my other hand and softly kiss his lips. A silent tear streamed down his cheek. He bows his head after he feel the weight of the gun release from his lap.Suddenly he spoke in that thick accent .
" I can't cheat the kiss of death , but neither can you king. You'll get yours one day. You know it."
" I know Pablo, I know."

          " BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!