yes yes yes!"
I took the gun barrel off his pupil, "Relax." I told him patting him on his back. I reached in his back pocket and grabbed his wallet. Shoving my hammer in the small of his back, I pushed him toward the porch. I stood on the side of the door and Omar crouched down. He still had the gun aimed at the dude’s dick.
"Get cute and I'ma shoot ya balls off!"
Omar whispered.
The drop man took a deep shaky breath and knocked on the door.
" Who izzit ?" A loud voice boomed.
I looked down at the drop man's driver’s license to make sure he wasn’t trying anything funny.
"It's Luis!"
"You late nigga!" The voice on the other side of the door said.
The clicking and pinging of several locks were heard before the door opened up. I didn’t waste any time, I spun around and shot Ash in the thigh causing him to hobble backwards. Omar pushed Luis in first, using him as a human shield. He saw Chico on the couch; threw Luis on the ground and aimed his hammer at Chico's head. Ash fell to the floor screaming and clutching his leg. Omar kicked the front door closed and stayed on his man. Chico was high and didn't have the reflexes to get to his gun sitting on the make shift coffee table. Omar grabbed the piece and stuck it in his waist.
"What tha fuck Muthafucka!!!" Ash shouted in pain.
"Who tha FUCK is ya'll niggas?!!” Chico yelled now completely sober.
"Shut tha fuck up!" I ordered. "We tha bag men
bitch!"
I walked over to Ash and put my foot over the bloody hole in his jeans. I leaned all my weight on his leg. "You aint gotta die tonight, that's why ya leg is fucked up. I informed him. "Biz wanted me to ask if you changed your mind."
He screamed from the pressure and grabbed at my boot.
"Keep ya hands to ya self, I don't want you fuckin’ up my shoes!"
"Fuck Biz...and fuck you niggas! Tell Biz he can suck my dick!” Ash shouted.
He was much to pretty to be talking like that; he looked like an R&B singer instead of a drug slanging gangsta.
"He speak for you nigga?" Omar asked
Chico blankly.
Chico spit at Omar and said, " FUCK YOU 'BIZ ASS NIGGAS !”
Omar stiffened his wrist and shot Chico twice in the chest! His body lurched against the cushions and he slumped over on the arm of the couch.
Omar looked down at Luis."Stay." He ordered. I put my gun inside Ash's pretty mouth and rested the barrel on his back molars. Omar knelt down and put the hot barrel in the middle of his forehead.
"My friend Luis came to get some
money-where is it?" I questioned.
I pulled the gun out his mouth to hear the answer.
"I aint givin’ ya'll muthafuckas SHIT !”
I wiped the spit off my gun on his shirt. I grinned at him through the hole in the ski mask and shot him in his foot. The bullet put a perfect circle in his “ Air Max's.” He rolled around in agony, screaming and banging his fist on the floor.
" Mutha Fuck , Shiiittt , shit shit aight aight ...It's in tha closet in tha dryer!” He gasped.
“Now how hard was that?” I asked standing up.
I walked down the hall to the laundry closet an opened the door. My eye caught the shimmer of a thin silky string as I heard the click.
"BLAMMM!!!"
Omar's head jerked up!
" T !!" He shouted! " T !!"
Ash was laughing on the floor, "Yeahhh, he don't hear you, that nigga dead!” He chuckled
sadistically.
Omar ran down the hallway stopping when he got to me. The shotgun blast hit me in the chest and slammed me against the wall. I was struggling to breath and my head was spinning. Omar grabbed
me under my shoulders and sat me up.
"That sneaky muthafucka." I said faintly. That nigga shot me.” I said gasping for air.
Omar ripped my shirt open. "Damn nigga that shit fucked yo vest up!" He said unstrapping it.
I felt my bare chest, searching for any wounds.
I looked at my dry hands and grinned. I thought back to when Angelique gave the vests to us outside of the gun range; her gift was right on time. I intended to thank her personally for this one.
"Help me up man."
I was still laboring to
I took the gun barrel off his pupil, "Relax." I told him patting him on his back. I reached in his back pocket and grabbed his wallet. Shoving my hammer in the small of his back, I pushed him toward the porch. I stood on the side of the door and Omar crouched down. He still had the gun aimed at the dude’s dick.
"Get cute and I'ma shoot ya balls off!"
Omar whispered.
The drop man took a deep shaky breath and knocked on the door.
" Who izzit ?" A loud voice boomed.
I looked down at the drop man's driver’s license to make sure he wasn’t trying anything funny.
"It's Luis!"
"You late nigga!" The voice on the other side of the door said.
The clicking and pinging of several locks were heard before the door opened up. I didn’t waste any time, I spun around and shot Ash in the thigh causing him to hobble backwards. Omar pushed Luis in first, using him as a human shield. He saw Chico on the couch; threw Luis on the ground and aimed his hammer at Chico's head. Ash fell to the floor screaming and clutching his leg. Omar kicked the front door closed and stayed on his man. Chico was high and didn't have the reflexes to get to his gun sitting on the make shift coffee table. Omar grabbed the piece and stuck it in his waist.
"What tha fuck Muthafucka!!!" Ash shouted in pain.
"Who tha FUCK is ya'll niggas?!!” Chico yelled now completely sober.
"Shut tha fuck up!" I ordered. "We tha bag men
bitch!"
I walked over to Ash and put my foot over the bloody hole in his jeans. I leaned all my weight on his leg. "You aint gotta die tonight, that's why ya leg is fucked up. I informed him. "Biz wanted me to ask if you changed your mind."
He screamed from the pressure and grabbed at my boot.
"Keep ya hands to ya self, I don't want you fuckin’ up my shoes!"
"Fuck Biz...and fuck you niggas! Tell Biz he can suck my dick!” Ash shouted.
He was much to pretty to be talking like that; he looked like an R&B singer instead of a drug slanging gangsta.
"He speak for you nigga?" Omar asked
Chico blankly.
Chico spit at Omar and said, " FUCK YOU 'BIZ ASS NIGGAS !”
Omar stiffened his wrist and shot Chico twice in the chest! His body lurched against the cushions and he slumped over on the arm of the couch.
Omar looked down at Luis."Stay." He ordered. I put my gun inside Ash's pretty mouth and rested the barrel on his back molars. Omar knelt down and put the hot barrel in the middle of his forehead.
"My friend Luis came to get some
money-where is it?" I questioned.
I pulled the gun out his mouth to hear the answer.
"I aint givin’ ya'll muthafuckas SHIT !”
I wiped the spit off my gun on his shirt. I grinned at him through the hole in the ski mask and shot him in his foot. The bullet put a perfect circle in his “ Air Max's.” He rolled around in agony, screaming and banging his fist on the floor.
" Mutha Fuck , Shiiittt , shit shit aight aight ...It's in tha closet in tha dryer!” He gasped.
“Now how hard was that?” I asked standing up.
I walked down the hall to the laundry closet an opened the door. My eye caught the shimmer of a thin silky string as I heard the click.
"BLAMMM!!!"
Omar's head jerked up!
" T !!" He shouted! " T !!"
Ash was laughing on the floor, "Yeahhh, he don't hear you, that nigga dead!” He chuckled
sadistically.
Omar ran down the hallway stopping when he got to me. The shotgun blast hit me in the chest and slammed me against the wall. I was struggling to breath and my head was spinning. Omar grabbed
me under my shoulders and sat me up.
"That sneaky muthafucka." I said faintly. That nigga shot me.” I said gasping for air.
Omar ripped my shirt open. "Damn nigga that shit fucked yo vest up!" He said unstrapping it.
I felt my bare chest, searching for any wounds.
I looked at my dry hands and grinned. I thought back to when Angelique gave the vests to us outside of the gun range; her gift was right on time. I intended to thank her personally for this one.
"Help me up man."
I was still laboring to
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