his fist for a pound to know my word was bond. Once our fist connected all the life left his body and I took off running from the crime scene.”
Mariah was crying her heart out by the end of the story. He was too, but he did it for her. She needed to know the truth; her dad was a great man that wanted nothing but the best for her. And Cash gave her just that.
She was getting out of the car feeling brand new, and she knew that she needed to get close to Jay. She wasn’t about to lose her uncle too.
“Hey can you come get me tomorrow to crash at your crib? I don’t get much rest here.” She lied.
“Sure thing boo you can meet my lady and ya’ll can go find you a nice place of your own out there by me!” She was shocked and excited to be getting her own crib.
“I love you Cash.” She chuckled.
“All the ladies do.” She watched the only man she really loved drive away and knew that she had to do whatever it took to keep him around.
Dallas held the phone listening to Jasmine run the dime down. He knew it even though he was hoping he was wrong. “Jasmine I’m sorry. I wanted to be wrong.” He had to tell her how he felt.
“I wanted you to be wrong too.” She had sadness in her heart.
“I know this gone be hard for you but the crew got to head down there and lay them down and take the money like we planned.” Dallas knew she understood that Jay was as good as dead too.
“It’s not gone be hard to kill someone that’s already dead to me. Call me when it’s time to move.” She hung up. Dallas loved the gangsta in these women.
“Hello!” Zane chimed. He was in a good mood today; he knew he had to go to New York and link up with this ole homo thug ass nigga. So he decided to get him three of the baddest bitches his city had to offer for a night of fucking. And oh yes they did the damn thing. This nigga was feeling himself this morning and Dallas knew it.
“Look who’s turned up in this muthafucka today!” He laughed at his partner. Zane was the dog out of the whole pack, hands down.
“Yeah you know how a G do, just sent three bad bitches home. If I was square they would’ve had a nigga open ya dig.” He boasted, loving his life to the fullest.
“I dig, but every bitch ain’t Shannon.” Dallas was a nigga that loved to put fire under a muthafucka’s feet.
“There you go with that bullshit, nigga look, get the fuck off my phone with that ole lame ass shit.” Zane was pissed again.
“Damn that’s how you talk to ya boss?” He was fucking with him now.
“Nigga you ain’t my boss, we fam. What the hell you want anyway? I got to lay on this ole hoe ass nigga you got me fucking with.” Zane hated bitch niggas and he was always putting it on they ass cause he was a pretty nigga that had a monster living inside of him.
“There has been a change of plans.” Dallas had a different tone of voice now.
“What we got to do?” That’s all Zane ever wanted to know so he could make it happen.
“Jay called Jasmine on some ole next dimension shit like she had no clue that she has fucked up in a major way.” He was informed.
“Really, so she said fuck the crew for real?”
Zane had a funny feeling about bringing these hoes on anyway and this is why: Dick and money can blindside a hoe and cause her to rollover on her mama nevamind her crew.
“What’s the next move?” Zane asked.
“Find them, take the money, and kill them. Simple.” Dallas puffed his Cuban.
“You coming out to work?” Zane quizzed him.
“Do I need too?” He asked knowing that answer.
“Not at all, this is for baby piranhas not sharks ya dig.” Zane told him this because Dallas had put so much work down in his life; it was funny that he was still alive.
“Go eat the goldfish.” Dallas ended the call.
Mack and Shannon had already made it to South Carolina. They got the call shortly after arriving there. Shannon hadn’t said much since they arrived. They were posted at the same club where Jay linked
Mariah was crying her heart out by the end of the story. He was too, but he did it for her. She needed to know the truth; her dad was a great man that wanted nothing but the best for her. And Cash gave her just that.
She was getting out of the car feeling brand new, and she knew that she needed to get close to Jay. She wasn’t about to lose her uncle too.
“Hey can you come get me tomorrow to crash at your crib? I don’t get much rest here.” She lied.
“Sure thing boo you can meet my lady and ya’ll can go find you a nice place of your own out there by me!” She was shocked and excited to be getting her own crib.
“I love you Cash.” She chuckled.
“All the ladies do.” She watched the only man she really loved drive away and knew that she had to do whatever it took to keep him around.
Dallas held the phone listening to Jasmine run the dime down. He knew it even though he was hoping he was wrong. “Jasmine I’m sorry. I wanted to be wrong.” He had to tell her how he felt.
“I wanted you to be wrong too.” She had sadness in her heart.
“I know this gone be hard for you but the crew got to head down there and lay them down and take the money like we planned.” Dallas knew she understood that Jay was as good as dead too.
“It’s not gone be hard to kill someone that’s already dead to me. Call me when it’s time to move.” She hung up. Dallas loved the gangsta in these women.
“Hello!” Zane chimed. He was in a good mood today; he knew he had to go to New York and link up with this ole homo thug ass nigga. So he decided to get him three of the baddest bitches his city had to offer for a night of fucking. And oh yes they did the damn thing. This nigga was feeling himself this morning and Dallas knew it.
“Look who’s turned up in this muthafucka today!” He laughed at his partner. Zane was the dog out of the whole pack, hands down.
“Yeah you know how a G do, just sent three bad bitches home. If I was square they would’ve had a nigga open ya dig.” He boasted, loving his life to the fullest.
“I dig, but every bitch ain’t Shannon.” Dallas was a nigga that loved to put fire under a muthafucka’s feet.
“There you go with that bullshit, nigga look, get the fuck off my phone with that ole lame ass shit.” Zane was pissed again.
“Damn that’s how you talk to ya boss?” He was fucking with him now.
“Nigga you ain’t my boss, we fam. What the hell you want anyway? I got to lay on this ole hoe ass nigga you got me fucking with.” Zane hated bitch niggas and he was always putting it on they ass cause he was a pretty nigga that had a monster living inside of him.
“There has been a change of plans.” Dallas had a different tone of voice now.
“What we got to do?” That’s all Zane ever wanted to know so he could make it happen.
“Jay called Jasmine on some ole next dimension shit like she had no clue that she has fucked up in a major way.” He was informed.
“Really, so she said fuck the crew for real?”
Zane had a funny feeling about bringing these hoes on anyway and this is why: Dick and money can blindside a hoe and cause her to rollover on her mama nevamind her crew.
“What’s the next move?” Zane asked.
“Find them, take the money, and kill them. Simple.” Dallas puffed his Cuban.
“You coming out to work?” Zane quizzed him.
“Do I need too?” He asked knowing that answer.
“Not at all, this is for baby piranhas not sharks ya dig.” Zane told him this because Dallas had put so much work down in his life; it was funny that he was still alive.
“Go eat the goldfish.” Dallas ended the call.
Mack and Shannon had already made it to South Carolina. They got the call shortly after arriving there. Shannon hadn’t said much since they arrived. They were posted at the same club where Jay linked
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