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Chapter 1

"I don't know what the hell you were thinking but you have to be very stupid. You just gotta be, because you might have just made one of the dumbest decisions to ever be known," A tall, medium built black man says as he walks around someone that's bound to a chair. "All these years, the trust, the bond that we had created. We were so close, man. We let you come to our family gatherings. Let you in our inner circle. It is hard to let people in, let alone trust them. You lost your damn mind. Now, look at you. "

"It's not even like that, Matthew. You know it's not, man" the tied man gulped as he spoke. You can hear him trying to mask the fear in his voice. He knew how fucked he really was.

"I don't wanna hear that shit, Milo. You know how Des rolls. C'mon now. You fuck up once, that's it. It's no second chances with 'em. Des trusted you. Michael trusted you. I trusted you. We all put our trust in you and you do this shit to us. We can't let you walk freely, my man," Matthew snapped. Walking to a table that had a suitcase laying on it, Matt goes to open it. He slowly goes into the black hardshell case, pulling out gloves, a cloth, and a handheld gun.

"Matt c'mon man you don't have to do this. You know me, Matt. C'mon man, you know me."

"I thought I did. But not anymore," Matthew snapped while putting on the gloves. He grabs the gun and goes back to Milo. " You a rat, and we don't like rats. You gotta go, man."

"No man, don't do this to me man," Milo pleaded.

"Sorry, you know the rules just like I do. And Des doesn't make any exception," Matthew stated calmly. "I'm sorry bro," raising the gun directly at Milo's heart, "but you gotta go." And with that, Milo was shot once in the chest. He was dead within seconds. Still tied to the chair, lifeless. That didn't matter to Matt. He did what had to be done. That was it. He packed his stuff up and sent a text to Michael that the deed was done. 'Great, I'll let Des know' was the response. Matt walked out of the deserted room, never looking back.

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"Girl! Do you know this nigga had the fucking audacity to hit my line last night, " a short curvy young woman exclaimed? "Like this dude really thought he was gonna get some. Stupid ass! Who the fuck does he think he is. WIth his wack ass strokes," the girl and her friend laughed while they were getting dressed.

"Oh honey, these boys just wanna stop, fuck and roll. They will stick their dicks in anything that has a fucking pussy. Hell, sometimes it's the asshole. They will literally fuck any and everything cause they that fucking desperate. Then make it seem like they that nigga."

"Right! Like no nigga! You just stick ya dick in anything because no one wants your shrimp dick ass," explained the short girl, turning around to face her friend, "Now. What do you think about this? Is it poppin' or what?"

"Oooou girl, yes! That's the one sis. That is the one. You 'bout to have everybody looking at you when we walk in this party," the friend yelled.

"I know!! Now come on and get dressed, Amber. I don't wanna miss the whole party because of you."

"Whatever, Robyn! You still have to pick what shoes to wear. And we both know that alone takes about an hour," Amber states while heading to the bathroom.

"You go change silly," Robyn laughed as she was changing into her outfit for the night. A midnight blue midi bodycon dress that had a boat neckline and cutouts on the sides. She looked in the mirror, making sure the dress was perfectly laid. With a last look in the mirror, she smirks to herself. Starting to look for a good pair of heels that will complete the ensemble, Robyn hears her text tone go off. She grabs from the foot of the bed and sees that it's from an unknown number. 'It's done'. She starts to respond back when Amber comes back into the room.