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Devin Lamar Ross | Draco
"Mane listen, we can't go in there jus sprayin it could be kids in there." Runtz said. I shook my head, "Fuck dem kids." He glared at me. "Dis here my hood at the end of the day, ion care what tha nigga did- ion riskin hurtin no kids over tha shit." He said.
He looked ahead of us. "Shits dead."
Runtz of all people kno I wasn't for real. I'm not hurtin no kids for Picky bullshit.
"We getting him today tho." I muttered, "Ion care if we gotta wait all night for em."
Marco walked up wit a few of the other homies. I really dont vibe wit niggas tho , so ion know them as well. Just their faces.
"Yo pops cool wit this, right?" One of them asked. I didn't say anything.
"NIGGA, you did get a ok from OG?" Runtz glared at me. I looked to the ground and just scratched my neck. Hell nah.
Aint like I listen to shit he did say. One of Marco boys backed up. "Yall not finna get me murdered by the OG cause of yall mess! I heard stories bout tha nigga, cutting ppl dicks off and feeding it to them." He said.
I glared at him, my dad ain never did no weird ass shit like tha nie. Cruel? Yea. Weird? Absolutely not.
"Yall im under him. Tha mean I got just as much power as he got. So don't worry bout what he got to day. Worry bout if youn get the job done." I said lowly.
It made everybody tighten up.
"Aight, I'm pretty sure aint nobody but him home. If not, then fuck it." Marco said.
I looked at Runtz to make sure he was good wit that. He's right, it is his hood. Ion wanna disrespect him like tha.
He nodded, "Gon head."
We rushed towards the house and opened it.
Dumbass nigga ain lock the door.
I walked in first and looked around. Nobody was in the living room. Looking around I jus knew it was Picky's mama house.
Needles and pipes laid out on the table.
Hopefully the bitch decided to go look for her next fix and not be here.
I heard some commotion coming from one of the rooms. We all went towards it and I knocked down the door. I saw Picky try to run towards the window.
"I got his ass!" Runtz yelled grabbing Picky and slamming him on the ground.
The held him up so he was facing me. "Youn get enough of beating on girls yet?" I asked.
"Aniya put her hands on my bitch. Of course ima get in it!" He yelled. It got me heated so I punched him hard in the jaw. I heard sumn crack. "Damnn." Runtz laughed.
"Yo bitch next. Keep allat talking and yo mama and kids will be too." I said.
"You doing all this over Jas? Ion give not one fuck bout det big bitch! You can have her stupid ass!" He yelled.
I started sending blows over and over to his head. That shit angered me. My fist was throbbing but ion give a fuck.
When I was done, he was unrecognizable.
"Ion think you understand, this ain just bout Jas. This bout Aniya too." I got in his face.
"But dont worry bout Jasper. She good." I said. He laughed, "She ain gon b there too long. She kno where home at, I'll have her back by next week."
I laughed, "How? You gon be dead." I stop laughing and backed up. Marco and Runtz started jumping him. They was going harder than me. I think its cause they both feelin Aniya. It's obvious as hell.
Picky was screaming loudly as he pleaded for his life. One of the other guys used a cloth to gag his screaming.
When they were finally done, all I could hear was Picky breathing slowly. Tryna gasp his breath. I took the gun and put it close to his forehead, he closed his eyes.
I moved the gun and shot him in the leg, causing him to scream.
"Not giving you the satisfaction of dying. Nah nigga, you gon suffer us for the rest of yo life." I laughed.
I walked to the door. "Find a way to the hospital tho, for you bleed out." I said.
When I got out the house and to my car, I heard Runtz and Marco behind me. "Mane nigga you shoulda killed him! You making us look pussy." Marco said.
"My dad wants him alive, thas how we gon keep him. He never said we couldn't torment him tho." I shrugged.
Really he only alive because I feel like Jas would kinda hate me. She loves him like I said, no matter what.
"Wha was allat talk bout youn listen to yo fucking pops?" Runtz glared.
"Jus chill, nigga. Picky gon get his. But it aint gon be today." I said.
"Mane whatever." Runtz stormed away.
Niggas be mad bout tha wrong shit.
I took out my phone and texted Jas, to see where she was at.
