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Sakim dusted his hands off and looked at the guard who gestured for him to come to the bars. He stood and walked towards the man who looked no older than 40 with his salt and pepper goatee.
"Knew somebody was coming for yo ass when I seen you come in here wit all that extra shit on." The man spoke referring to the jewelry Sakim was covered in. The officers in the front let him keep it on since they were cool wit him.
"Oh yea fasho." Sakim licked his lips and smiled as he watched the officer open the gate and allow him to step out.
He knew he wouldn't be in too long since he knew people and they would find a way to make sure nothing traced back to him. Sakim handled tasks from niggas in different countries and all he asked for in return was protection from the law. That's exactly what he got every time.
Now that meant Trevon's death looked like a suicide and Sakim was free to go.
But he was only on the hunt for one thing, and that was to get his lick back.
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"You already know that nigga out right?" Dusty looked at me and smirked. I tapped the blunt between my fingers and watched the ash fall onto the ground. Of course I knew he wouldn't be in there long. Sakim been moving through these streets since he was young just like myself.
