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KJ MARTIN
MIAMI, FLORIDA
"Why the fuck you leavin da body over there, I told you to put it somewhere else you finna get us caught."
"Damn nigga can you relax? That's was I was tryn to do. Duh." Kas said.
"You gay."
"How?"
I side eyed him and cleaned up the blood from the person we had just killed.
"You got the lighter?" I asked.
"Mmm, here you go." I lit up the match, and burned the body, heading outside. There was nobody around here. So it didn't matter anyway.
We got inside the car and drove away from the murder scene.
"You think she bad?" My brother asked me.
"Nigga get that ugly ass hoe out my face. She no where near bad."
"Nah you trippin, cause she bad as fuck."
"She ain't."
"Is."
"I ain't finna go back and forth witchu."
"Yeah aigh, I saw yo little yeah, a few days ago. She looked like she gained some weight."
"You callin ha fat or sumn?"
"Yes and no."
"What that even gotta do with me? Watchu tell ha?"
"I pretended I was you, and she slapped the fuck outta me."
I started to chuckle a little and shook my head driving a little faster.
"Yeah she lucky I ain't pop ha ass. Cause I would. And she was with Shani too. Both of em hoes." He said shaking his head.
"Damn, I ain't spoken to her inna long ass time."
"Cause she don't care bout us anymore, after what you told her."
"Mhm." I said taking a hard left.
"Damn nigga can you relax?"
"Nah, I can't, somebody followin us."
"Watchu mean somebody followin us? I thought you said nobody knew where that place was."
"I guess I was wrong."
"You know if we get caught, it's over for us right?"
"We ain't gon get caught, and stop talkin. Yappin in my ear and shit."
He shook his head and took out the gun from the glove compartment rolling down the window and aiming at the car.
A few minutes gone by and the car stopped following the both of them.
"Who you think that was?"
"Probably nigga Bj, and his people."
"Oh. You still got beef with em niggas."
"Highschool beef, I forgot bout them."
"It don't look like it." Kas said shrugging. He took out his phone again and scrolled through instagram. "Where we goin?" He asked.
"Somewhere."
"We goin to Yasmine? Thought chu forgot bout her not gon lie."
"I ain't."
"Oh so you still obsessed-"
"You still weird for fuckin her, Ion know why you even did that."
"You weird for killin Leah, she ain't do nun."
"She was talkin shit bout Shani."
"So? The fuck?"
"I ain't fuck, Leah though, she came onto me. You was bein extra and fuckin my girl."
"Too bad she ain't yours no mo. Stop fuckin cryin and drive faster nigga. I'm tired."
"I should really slap the fuck out chu."
I went up to Yasmine's driveway seeing there was nobody home.
"She ain't even home, let's go. I'm tired, and I need some food to eat lowkey."
"Shoulda ate that nigga over there."
"I ain't a white nigga called Jeffery Dahmer."
"Well you is now."
