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—thump steppah‘🧌.
"Get them all lined up for photos, and don't even touch em' Zo." Kemo rested both of his arms on the side of his hips shaking his head in disbelief. "Not tryna sell knocked up girls." He picks his head up keeping his gaze at Ronzo who piled small groups of girls up.
"That girl still ain't come back?" Ronzo asks, referring to Kojiku, he still hasn't told Kemo about brushing her off causing her to wander around the streets.
Ronzo felt like Kemo didn't deserve to know why she went off without telling him, he felt like it wasn't a big deal, that Kemo would start to forget about kojiku when she doesn't come back.
"She has a name man." Kemo responds with a slight attitude, sighing heavily to himself, letting his eyes drop on the ground. "You think I did something wrong man? She didn't even text me back."
Ronzo adds a cold shrug, clicking his fingers directing the half naked girls towards Spyda. "Maybe she just needed some time, we kidnapped and beat her badly remember."
"Hm."
"Don't know why you worried bout' a muhfucker' you haven't even stuck your dick in yet." Ronzo say's trying to handle a brunette haired women who was resisting on making her way towards Spyda. "Hold up one second."
"Just let her be, she'll follow behind the other." Kemo say's rolling his eyes as everything started to unfold. "A'ight zo, just let her be dawg."
"Leave me the fuck alone !" The brunette haired yelled slapping Ronzo across his face hardly, everyone watched with shocked expressions. The girl huffed backing away. "Fuck you."
"Fuck me?" Kemo stood there with his arms closed listening to Ronzo, the small argument between them started to annoy him.
Sighing deeply, Kemo reveals the gun that was intact with his skin watching the stray bullet peirce through her head, a small splatter of ruby—red blood exited the hollow hole on the back of her head.
"Get her out." Kemo clears his throat listening to the small gasps and chatters that were now forming around him, pointing his gun freely at anyone. "Who wants to be next? Y'all not fucking up our money because you want mommy and daddy."
The cold stares from the women didn't bother Kemo at all, he went on with what he was doing letting his mind bring the thought of kojiku out.
Tapping the gun on the side of his head, he wanders around the place exiting out, groaning from the hot sun that hit his face. "I probably said some wrong." He thought, wandering his way to a wooden fence, resting his back against it.
"Dawg, you straight?" Spyda says creeping behind him, patting the back of his shoulder trying to get Kemo's attention.
Kemo nods in response. "Of course I'm straight nigga, watchu' want ? Watchu' need?" He asks shifting his body around, snaking his hands in his pockets.
"The girl you shot, someone already brought her." Spyda huffs with a worried expression. "We can sell no dead bitch to our buyer K' , you fucked up bad Kemo."
"There's other female's in there." Kemo waves spyda off shaking his head in amusement. "The buyer gon' throw a fit if I give him the wrong bitch or some? Nigga didn't even send the money yet."
"I know." Spyda says.
"So why the fuck are you stressing? Spyda, it's a'ight brother." Kemo chuckles happily with a sudden change of mood, he didn't want spyda to think that something was bothering him in his mind.
Faking his emotions and facials were the only thing that people around him would think that his fine.
"Oh, and." Kemo watches Spyda swallow hardly. "If you're looking for Kojiku folks around found her, you saw the news this morning right? Think they putting her in question in."
"But she's straight right?" Kemo asks, his only concern was that she was safe and okay, despite the small feeling's he'd caught for her.
As he waited for Spyda's long answer, he noticed the shift of expression he had on his face. "Spit the shit out Spyda." Anger now took over him, the silence from spyda triggered him badly.
"Someone beat her up, that's how the police found her—she was stabbed five times."
"Fuck! okay, who's the someone?" Kemo asks desperately for answers.
"The police will handle it, don't worry about it that much Kemo. I really thought you'd be worried if she'll open her mouth about us." Spyda says in return.
