𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐬 𝐀 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡

𝖘𝐢𝐱

I wasn't gonna ask any questions, I never did, but all this was kinda counterproductive to me.

Why even meet with the Nigga in the first place if you wanted him dead. Why have this big plan about getting more product through a partnership, if you were just gonna end the partnership before it really even began?

Unless he never had any intentions to follow through with the partnership to begin with.

Yeah, that would make the most sense, by taking out the person he has to split the product with, he takes the entirety of the score—which of course means more money for him and his organization.

Having me do it on purge night makes it even harder to pinpoint who did it, and the fact he met with him the other day makes him look like even less of a suspect.

The Columbians that they were gonna get their product from wouldn't care about anything else as long as they got their money in exchange for the cocaine.

And around here, Colombian Coke would make you a lot of fucking money.

I'll admit, what Saduj was doing was grimy as fuck, but it was smart, and if anything it meant more money in my pocket.

Finally, after contemplating everything I placed my phone back in my pocket and grabbed the rest of my gear.

Seconds later I locked up my crib and made sure to double up on the security chains I'd built in since again, it was purge night.

The moment you step outside you can almost immediately feel the chaos in the air.

The night sky was lit a little orange as fires raged all through the city.

The air reeked of smoke, blood, and sweat.

Screams of pain, laughter of torment, and the rain of gunfire all echoed throughout the city.

If hell was on earth, there was no doubt in my mind that on purge weekends, it was here.

Without a wasted motion I stepped in my truck and pulled off, heading toward the address that Saduj had sent me.

No doubt that the nigga he had sent me to kill would be protected, especially during this weekend, I was gonna have to be smart about how I did this.

The entire ride I went through different outcomes in my head, different strategies.

A lot of them ended up with me dead, but that lowkey made this shit a little more exciting. That might sound a lil crazy, and I'll admit that it definitely is, but I mean it's the truth.

I couldn't afford to make a mistake, I couldn't afford to slip up, it was like a game too, but if lost—then I died.

Eventually though, when I was making my way to my destination, I ran into a roadblock. Like a literal roadblock, only it was a line of people standing hand in hand as they looked straight ahead at my truck.

I slowly came to a stop as I observed them.

They were all covered in blood, so there's no telling the shit they've been up to tonight, and they also wore masquerade masks—like something you'd see at a festival down in NOLA.