The Assistant [MxM]

18. |part two|

"Be fuçking forreal Damien, you know he wasn't gone slap you. You didn't feel threatened by him or you would've said some to me, you wanted to intimidate him and I don't appreciate that shit,"

Damien stared at Shakur blanky, "He still shouldn't have suggested slapping me." He shrugged.

"I'll slap the fuçk outta' you. Now what? You gone make me disappear?" Damien stared at him, "You can play and threaten anybody you please' he ain't gone be one of them though. He shouldn't have came at you yeah— but that's on me for not explaining us to him. All he knew was I fucked you while I was trying to make shit right with him. He just goofy' he was only trying to break the ice. Wasn't no need for you to suggest killing him."

"Aight Shakur, I don't even too much give a fuçk' bout that nigga,"

"But I do,"

The two stared at one another for a while before Damien sighed, "What the fuck you want me to do? Apologize to the little nigga?"

"Yeah, I know you meant that shît' and you'd do it. I'd hate to fuçk you up, but I will."

Damien smacked his lips, "I'll think about it' I won't say shit or do shît to him Shakur, he may joke with' you or whoever like that but he ain't gone joke with me. Ion know him' we ain't coo."

"But you know me, and you heard what the fuçk I said. Don't say say shit else about it' or him before I slap the fuçk outta you."

"Man who the fuck—"

Shakur gave him a look that made Damien decide against finishing his sentence off. "We got shît to handle, I hear you Shakur. Forreal,"

The two then headed out, and made their way across town to the neighborhood that Charles had been hid away at. As they sat and watched the house for any signs of extra movement they both made sure their guns were loaded, off safety, and with their silencers on. Damien wanted this to be a quick and easy job, he planned on being in and out within ten minutes.

"Remember we go in, get the job done and leave Shakur. No talking, letting your emotions come to play, torturing, beating, none of that. We only have a fifteen minute window from the time one guard leaves and the next shows up, that means we have five minutes to break in' another five to kill him and the last five we need to be long gone before they find him dead."

Shakur nodded his head, "I ain't no little ass kid, I got it. You must've forgot' I dropped more bodies than you ever have."

"You dropped them because you can't keep your anger in check or your emotions about shît' you must forgot I'm always the one cleaning up ya shît' this a federal operation. This ain't what you're used too."

"We doing the shit, or we gone continue wasting time?"

Damien shook his head, once he seen the guard get into his car and pull off they both made sure their faces and any visible tattoos were covered before getting out of the car making their way up to the home, Shakur looked out while Damien picked the locks. Once they were in, they separated to speed the process up.

Shakur took the upstairs, while Damien took the lower level. Hearing a toilet flush Shakur kicked the bathroom door in, Charles turned around and his eyes quickly widened being it wasn't a guard. As bad as Shakur wanted to beat him to death he knew they only had a few more minutes and he didn't want to fuck this up— grabbing out his gun he aimed it at him.