Love Joy

THE 7 MILE HIT

                                                                                Damien

"Aye lil nigga let me get that fruit roll up from you." I sat at a table all by myself. Not because I was scared or intimidated by anyone, but I just didn't trust a soul. "Nigga, ignore me if you want and next time I'm just gone knock yo ass out and take yo fruit roll up and yo manhood." I tried to act like I didn't hear him because the last thing I needed was to have a fight and get sent to the hole or something, but I refuse to let anybody to take my manhood. I turned around, stood up, and threw my hands up only to realize "Oh, shit my nigga Blaze."

"What up Damien? I thought I'd never see yo ass again. What the hell you doing up in here?" 

"Man they got me down here on some bullshit. Talking about somebody snitched on me, they raided my house and a spot I had over on Joy Rd." 

"Damn bro that's fucked up, I just got transferred here from the Pen I still got about another 6 months before I get out, but If you need anything while you here, just let me know. I got you."

"Well since you asked. if you could, try and find out who running they fucking mouth out in those streets." We shook up and Blazed walked back to his table. I finished what I could eat which wasn't much and headed back to my cell. While sitting there all I could think about is the girls and hopefully they weren't doing anything stupid with that money that I had saved up. I guess I'll just have to find out. I also exhausted my thoughts on who could of possibly been snitching. I had been feeding the streets for years and hardly had any enemies like that so I was really confused. Later on that day while still sitting in my room, a note was slid under my door that simply read (MARVIN). That fake ass snitching bitch, he definitely will get his. 

                                                                                     Love

I could not stop pacing back and forth. The side of my face was swollen and my busted lip still had dried up blood on it. 

"Love you need to calm down. We can't do anything until we hear from Damien." 

"Fuck Damien. That muthafucka Marvin, gotta die. I ain't waiting for him to come kicking our fucking door in again, either." 

"Okay, well if that's what you wanna do, go right ahead. He be over there off of seven mile on the east side, but I'm telling you, if you do something stupid, you in this shit alone."

I gave Felisha a dirty look before I ran up the stairs to go get my 40 gloc. I thought she was down for me. If she wanted to ride on someone, without a question, I would have been right there to back my girl up, but I guess she don't feel for me the way I feel for her. 

I jumped in the car and headed right to the east side and today must of been my lucky day cause this muthfucka Marvin was standing right outside the gas station that sat right there on the corner of 7 mile and Hoover. I parked across the street at the school and watched him as he made his little sells or whatever and just stayed patient. About an hour later, a black impala pulled up and he jumped in. They pulled out into traffic. I immediately jumped right behind them. This nigga had no clue that he was about to die. I phoned Felisha to let her know the details just in case, but the bitch didn't answer. She was absolutely no help to me at this point. And guess what? I really didn't give a fuck. This wasn't my first time around the block anyway. I followed them all the way to a Coney Island. Still too many witnesses. I needed it to be in an isolated area, or at least some place where I could shoot his ass and make a clean getaway. I parked about 10 spaces away from where him and some lady - I assumed to be his girlfriend, or at this point his soon to be dead girlfriend because if that bitch is in the way she was going to get it to. I had no fucks to give at this point. He picked the wrong one to rob today. Another 20 minutes had passed and they came walking out. I thought Damn, it would be nice to just to walk straight up to his bitch ass, look him dead in the eyes and blow his mutherfucking brains out. They pulled out and again I was right behind them. I was getting restless and really just wanted this mutherfucker dead. That's when it happened. We approached a red light and no one, I mean nobody was around. I simply pulled around to the passenger side where he sat, rolled down my window and called his name. "MARVIN!" The look in his eyes was priceless. He never saw it coming and neither did she. I unloaded my clip, all 17 shots and pulled off. In my rear view I saw the car slowly roll right into a light pole, which to me was a good sign. I only wanted to kill Marvin, but fuck it, that bitch probably deserved it as well. I raced back to the house weaving in and out of traffic. I didint take my foot off the gas until I came to our driveway. I  pulled the car into the garage just in case someone may have seen me and ran into the house. 

I was out of breath and still a little paranoid "Fee. Fee! Where the fuck are you?" I ran upstairs to our bedroom and this bitch was passed out with an empty bottle of Ciroc on the dresser and a pile of coke. "Bitch wake up! I killed that mutherfucka Marvin!"      

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