TK's POV
I may have lied to Melanie and the others just a lil bit. The drug I told them about would have killed buddy, but I can't let him go out like that, without making his last few hours on this Earth hell.
I followed him out the club to his apartment, and I sat outside his apartment building letting him settle in a bit. Sliding my hood over my head, I get out my car. I make my way up to his floor and down to his apartment. I get to it to see the door cracked open.
I pull out my gun easing the door open. I know he drunk off his ass, but he can't be this drunk to not close the door, right? Walking in I look around the dark living room area with my gun up just in case.
Walking around the apartment, I make my way to Steel's room. I'm standing a few feet from his bed, until I feel something cold and hard press against the back of my head.
I froze a bit before spinning around point my gun at the person. Hold the fuck up.
"Anthony." "TK what the hell you doing here man."
We both lower our guns. "Nigga you bout damn near made me shit my pants," I state causing him to laugh.
"I'm guessing you were thinking the same thing I was thinking, by coming here," I inquired crossing my arms looking at Ant. "I couldn't just let him die on his own, I wanted to respect my ladies wishes, but I had to make sure this nigga died, and would not be coming back."