I shot him with no remorse. I made it quick and bodies was dropping like flies.
I walked to the bathroom and washed my hands. I heard Big B voice and walked out the bathroom.
"Wassup B." I said dapping him up.
"Wassup. Aye hurry the fuck up!" He yelled to his workers I guess. I noticed they was all females.
"Why they all bitches?" I asked putting my gun back in my waist band.
"Because they more reliable you know? Easier to trust." He said I laughed.
"Nigga I don't know." I said shaking my head.
"I bet you don't. Aye, you coming to the club tonight?" He asked and I shook my head.
"I might slide through." I said and he nodded "But I'm bouta go. Call me when this shit cleaned up." I said dapping him again.
"Alright." He said as I walked out the door.
I got in my car and drove off to my second location I have in Chicago. I gotta tell them not to send shit to 63rd.
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Kierra
I locked my phone and went upstairs to my room. I left Christian's house last night so I can go home and check my mail.
I went to my closet and began packing more clothes. My phone rung and I looked at the caller ID. It was Christian. I haven't talked to him since yesterday.
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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?
