"ALRIGHT THEN, YOU THINK YOU GOT BALLS!" He yelled my skin was boiling hot as I tightened my grip around the gun. "Do it, lil mother fucker!" He screamed taking a step forward.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! **Click** **Click**
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It's 5 am and I was taking a jog to clear my head before I started the day. It's been two week since Fat Cat's Party and I had some questions but at the same time I don't think it's my place to ask. My phone began to vibrate with a text from Hunter.
"We got hit" -Hunter
"What the fuck you mean?"
"Just meetat the spot" -Hunter
"Fine, I'll with in an hour."
Shit! I start heading back to my crib to take a quick shower and head to Hunter.
**THE SPOT**
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As soon as I walked in the spot, I saw one the guard laying in pool of his own blood from head shoot. I made way to the next floor seeing more bodies, I spotted Hunter looking out the window.
"Yooo" I greeted getting his attention.
"What's good bro?" He replied.
"How much did they get away with, we got anythingon tape?" I asked.
"Not alot for real maybe 175 to 200 keys, they cut the power so no cameras caught anything." he informed me.
"Damn, who the fuck did this?"
"I'm trying to figure that out, maybe the Eastside Crips." Hunter suggested.
"Hell no, highly doubt them niggas could pull this shit off, whoever did they were professionals." I expressed in disbelief it could be them.
"Italians?" He said.
"Maybe, but it's been peace all this time, we stay off their turf and vise versa."
"Well you know word on the streets for years they say that the Italians was the ones who did Fat Katt dirty. Honestly I wouldn't mind banging on a couple doors for some answers." He said passionately
