Nobody said nothing once again. "I don't have all day, I gotta get home to my girl in the next 72 hours so..." I said and they started looking at each other.
"Bro listen, I was here along with Tyrell, Cyrus, and the rest of these niggas." Mykel said and I nodded.
"So all y'all die? Cool." I said and the group started bickering again.
I went in the house and called Big B. B is the nigga I trust with my bodies. He clean everything up after the mess is made so nothing will track back to me.
"Yo B." I said into my phone looking out the window.
"Wassup Cj, whatchu' need?" He asked as I wondered through the house.
"I need yo' people here in the next." I looked down at my Rolex watch. "Ima say 5 minutes." I added.
"You in Chicago? Damn. Alright." He said and I hung up.
I walked back outside and called them niggas in the house. They stood in a line so I can make fast and easy.
I walked up to the first person which was Mykel. I pulled out my Glock 45 9mm and walked up to him pointing my gun at his head. He have to get hit in close range so it won't be blood everywhere and especially on me.
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No Strings Attached
General FictionDating is overrated. At least that's what Kierra thinks. After what her ex did she's completely over relationships...or is she?
