shit nigga are you hit?” I asked, rushing over to him.
“Nah. Never that. This blood belongs to this pussy right here.” L.V. said, pointing into the tub. When I looked into the bathtub there was one of the stick up kids, tied up and badly beaten with duct tape over his mouth. He was really badly beaten. His face was bloody and looked like a piece of raw meat. And his eyes were damn near swollen shut. He kind of looked like Rocky at the end of part one.
“Is that nigga dead?” I asked.
“No but he wishes he was, he’s just taking a little nap.” L.V. said, jokingly.
“Wake that bitch up.” I instructed.
“Okay boss, my pleasure.” L.V. said. And in one swift motion, he pulled his gun from the shoulder holster and smacked the stick up kid across the face, sending blood splattering against the bathtub wall.
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“Wake up motherfucker.” I said, kneeling down whispering in his ear, and pulling my Desert Eagle. 40. Caliber from my waistband as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “Now I’m going to ask your bitch ass some questions, and you’re going to respond by shaking your head yes or no. If there is a question that requires explaining, I will remove the tape and let you answer. However, if you scream, I will shoot you, if you try and call for help, I will shoot you, and last but not least, if you lie about anything, then we will all shoot you. Do you understand me motherfucker?” I asked him, as he nodded his head weakly and I cocked my gun.
“You can try and get him to talk, but I’m pretty sure
I shattered his jaw.” L.V. said, with a chuckle. “Yeah. I only kept him alive because I knew you
would want to have a few words with him.” D-Boy
said.
“Okay motherfucker. Do you know who I am?” I
asked. He slowly shook his head no. “Of course you
don’t because nobody in their right mind would try
and take anything from Travon Outlaw. How many of
them was it?” I said, turning to D-Boy and L.V. “It was him and two more, but them faggots
bounced once we started letting off them shots, ya
heard?” D-Boy stated, proudly.
“Yeah. I popped this bitch in the leg so he didn’t get
too far, but his boys left him.” L.V. added.
“Okay. Today is your lucky day. I’m going to let
your bitch ass live.” I said, removing the duct tape. “Oh my God. Thank you man. I swear I didn’t
know. And I still don’t know who you are.” The stick
up kid said, weak yet excited about his new chance at
life.
“Yeah I feel you. And that’s why I’m going to let
you live. But I need you to deliver a message to your
people.” I informed him.
“Okay dog anything. I’ll do anything. What’s the
message?” He asked, happy about being set free. “Let your boss know that fucking with Travon Outlaw just cost you an arm and a leg.” I said, with a sinister smile on my face.
“I don’t get it?” He replied, looking stupid. “You’re about to?” I said standing and raising my
gun. I fired a shot into his arm, and then another into
his leg. The 40. caliber bullets ripped through his flesh
like a pellet gun through loose leaf paper. As I alternated between hitting the arm and the leg D-Boy and
L.V. followed suit. We fired and mangled his limbs until there was almost nothing left. But I need him alive
so I ordered a cease-fire.
“Drop this bitch ass nigga off on the main strip in
his hood, and meet me back at the suite.Be careful.
And if anybody out there even looks at you wrong you
light they ass up. It’s time to let these motherfuckers
know how we get down.” I stated coldly.
THE RESCUE
Just as he had promised. Travon came back to get me. I still had no idea what was going on, but I had no choice but to go with the flow, at least for right now. Besides, even if I wanted to go back to Mama Belle’s which I didn’t; she had made it abundantly clear that I could never go back there. Travon had finished loading the last of my things into his Porsche truck
“Okay pretty are you ready
“Nah. Never that. This blood belongs to this pussy right here.” L.V. said, pointing into the tub. When I looked into the bathtub there was one of the stick up kids, tied up and badly beaten with duct tape over his mouth. He was really badly beaten. His face was bloody and looked like a piece of raw meat. And his eyes were damn near swollen shut. He kind of looked like Rocky at the end of part one.
“Is that nigga dead?” I asked.
“No but he wishes he was, he’s just taking a little nap.” L.V. said, jokingly.
“Wake that bitch up.” I instructed.
“Okay boss, my pleasure.” L.V. said. And in one swift motion, he pulled his gun from the shoulder holster and smacked the stick up kid across the face, sending blood splattering against the bathtub wall.
A Gangster’s Melody 91
“Wake up motherfucker.” I said, kneeling down whispering in his ear, and pulling my Desert Eagle. 40. Caliber from my waistband as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “Now I’m going to ask your bitch ass some questions, and you’re going to respond by shaking your head yes or no. If there is a question that requires explaining, I will remove the tape and let you answer. However, if you scream, I will shoot you, if you try and call for help, I will shoot you, and last but not least, if you lie about anything, then we will all shoot you. Do you understand me motherfucker?” I asked him, as he nodded his head weakly and I cocked my gun.
“You can try and get him to talk, but I’m pretty sure
I shattered his jaw.” L.V. said, with a chuckle. “Yeah. I only kept him alive because I knew you
would want to have a few words with him.” D-Boy
said.
“Okay motherfucker. Do you know who I am?” I
asked. He slowly shook his head no. “Of course you
don’t because nobody in their right mind would try
and take anything from Travon Outlaw. How many of
them was it?” I said, turning to D-Boy and L.V. “It was him and two more, but them faggots
bounced once we started letting off them shots, ya
heard?” D-Boy stated, proudly.
“Yeah. I popped this bitch in the leg so he didn’t get
too far, but his boys left him.” L.V. added.
“Okay. Today is your lucky day. I’m going to let
your bitch ass live.” I said, removing the duct tape. “Oh my God. Thank you man. I swear I didn’t
know. And I still don’t know who you are.” The stick
up kid said, weak yet excited about his new chance at
life.
“Yeah I feel you. And that’s why I’m going to let
you live. But I need you to deliver a message to your
people.” I informed him.
“Okay dog anything. I’ll do anything. What’s the
message?” He asked, happy about being set free. “Let your boss know that fucking with Travon Outlaw just cost you an arm and a leg.” I said, with a sinister smile on my face.
“I don’t get it?” He replied, looking stupid. “You’re about to?” I said standing and raising my
gun. I fired a shot into his arm, and then another into
his leg. The 40. caliber bullets ripped through his flesh
like a pellet gun through loose leaf paper. As I alternated between hitting the arm and the leg D-Boy and
L.V. followed suit. We fired and mangled his limbs until there was almost nothing left. But I need him alive
so I ordered a cease-fire.
“Drop this bitch ass nigga off on the main strip in
his hood, and meet me back at the suite.Be careful.
And if anybody out there even looks at you wrong you
light they ass up. It’s time to let these motherfuckers
know how we get down.” I stated coldly.
THE RESCUE
Just as he had promised. Travon came back to get me. I still had no idea what was going on, but I had no choice but to go with the flow, at least for right now. Besides, even if I wanted to go back to Mama Belle’s which I didn’t; she had made it abundantly clear that I could never go back there. Travon had finished loading the last of my things into his Porsche truck
“Okay pretty are you ready
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