Da'Mauri , a big time hustler in the streets. All he cares about is the money. If you play with his money , you play with your life. In the past , he had a pretty fucked up love life. Until , he crosses paths with a girl named Michelle. Comes from t...
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I was driving in Deon's car with Calvin and Deon. I knew we probably shouldn't be roaming the streets at a time like this , but I had some business to get down to.
" What you got us out here for anyways man ?" Asked Calvin.
" To check this nigga Don. He owes me 10 grand , and I still ain't get my shit." I said rubbing my chin.
I knew about his bitch ass stealing the money , and I knew exactly what I wanted to do to him.
" Mauri don't pull no retarted shit." Said Deon.
" Don't worry about me , cuz I'ma handle it in a orderly fashion." I said turning into the alley.
Knowing damn well I wasn't.
" Aye , isn't that Don and his homeboys right there ?" Said Calvin pointing up ahead.
" Yea , he's just giving him a lighter." Said Deon sitting back.
" I'll wait til they leave." I said staring at Don.
I watched as his homeboys got into their car and drove off out the other way of the alley.
When I saw him standing there alone , I knew it was time.
I grabbed my glock out my pants , and put my cigarette in my mouth.
I got out the car and slammed the door. I walked up behind him.
I cocked my glock back and put it to his head. " Now Nigga , turn yo punk ass around !" I yelled. Don turned around slowly and noticed it was me.
" Look man , I'll get you your money by Thursday." He said raising his hands up like he was innocent. I could see the worry in his eyes.
" Thursday ?! Bitch Thursday my ass !" I yelled. And off it went.
My Glock 19 boomed throughout the alley. I watched the bullets fly throw his chest , arm , legs , and hand.
" Die slow motherfucker !" I yelled. The last final shot was to his head.
Most people would ask themselves what tf did they just do and why would they do it.
I didn't need to ask myself shit. I knew why I did it.
I did it because I didn't care for him and no other nigga on these streets.
I watched the blood pour out of his body , and him taking his last breathe.
I could hear running from behind me.
" Mauri man ! Why tf would you do that my nigga !" Yelled Deon running up to me.
" Why would you kill his ass ?!" He yelled shaking me.
" You didn't have to do it to him dawg ! Why !" Yelled Calvin.
I could tell they were both disappointed in me. But I honestly didn't care.
I took the lighter and some cash he had on him in his pocket and stuffed it my pockets instead.
" I did what tf I did ! Now come on !" I yelled running back to the car. They ran behind me.
One we all got settled in , I drove around the corner and got to speeding.
" You fucked up for that." Said Calvin shaking his head.
" Nigga I did what I wanted to do ! I can kill whoever tf I want to !" I yelled.
Calvin and Deon were just shaking their heads.
" He was somebody's son man." Said Deon looking out the window in disbelief.
" And ? We all somebody's son and we all die at some point. And today was just his day." I said shrugging while pulling up at the house.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out the car.
" I'll catch y'all later." I said. They both sighed and didn't say anything.
I shut the door and went up to my house. I unlocked the door and went in.
Michelle was on the couch watching cartoons. I decided to go over and sit next to her.
She looked over at me.
" How was tonight ?" She asked me.
" I don't even wanna talk about it." I said facing the front.
She scooted over to me and rested her head on my shoulder. She wrapped her arms around my sides.
I looked down at her and she had already went to sleep.
I put my arm around her and stared if into space.
When you fuck with my money , you fucking with my life. So everyone's just gonna have to get over it.
