*3rd person*
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"Its not real,I'm in a dream a-a- nightmare. I did not shot her, we did NOT lose her to those men." Connor was pacing the room freaking out over what had happened only a few hours earlier.
"And that car did not hit us,those men didn't take the next profit that we were supposed to protect,AND this is all ONE BIG DREAM! Geezesh Con you've been saying the same thing over and over again for the last few hours. Just calm down,we'll get her back."
"I SHOT HER MERPH! I SHOT A PROFIT IN THE NECK!"
"Side of the neck. You missed everything she needs to survive. She'll be thirsty when she wakes up but she'll be fine. Now my sons we have to figure out how to get her back."
"She could be dead-" Connor said just a sad whisper. "those men could have killed her already. One job,I had one job and I killed her twice."
"Con-"
"NO MURPH! I SHOT HER AND MEN TOOK HER! SHE'S A LITTLE GIRL! AND I SHOT HER AND GOT HER TAKEN BY IRISH MOB!!! MURPHY I KILLED HER!" Connor broke down,falling to his knees,crying. As his tears hit the cold cement floor of the wearhouse,police sirens began to sound as cars surrounded them. Boxing them in from all sides.
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Angles we have heard on high (Boondocks Saints Fan Fic)
AçãoWhen a helpless,scared,14 year old profit gets caught in the cross fire,the boys must save her and keep her safe,so she can spread God's word.....but can they get her back......from there own family? *STILL IN EDITING READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!* This bo...
