Collateral Damage

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Rob who? Take what? You tweakin' (you tweakin')
I said it was war, lil' nigga, I mean it
I done got off the floor, who got shot? I don't know
Headshots up close, lil' nigga, I seent it
Gun got dirty, lil' nigga, I cleaned it (I cleaned it)
.45 Glock on the bottom where the beam is (where the beam is)

-The Code, King Von ft. Polo G

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Riverdale, Georgia ClayCo𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑨𝒀, 𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝟐𝟏𝑺𝑻

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Riverdale, Georgia
ClayCo
𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑨𝒀, 𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝟐𝟏𝑺𝑻

4:30 A.M.

Yosohn stood in front of the mother of Scar's children with his arms crossed. Both him and Marquis had forced their way into her home in the wee hours of the morning just before she was able to wake her children for school. Finding her address was facile and took little to no time to acquire. With everything that'd happened, Yosohn expected Scar to at least move his family to a secure location. It just went to show that despite how sneaky, mentally unbalanced, and cunning Scar was, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.

As much as Yosohn hated the idea of involving innocent civilians, Scar had left him no choice. His family was paying the price of his deranged antics.

"I'll only ask this question once. Understand?" Yosohn asked the woman known as Nique.

She clenched her jaw, sizing Yosohn up with a menacing glare before nodding her head.

"Where is Scar?"

Once realization set in, and she became aware that Scar was the reason why two men kicked her back door in and shoved guns in her face, she shook her head and closed her eyes momentarily. A breathy sigh escaping her mouth. "He left last night and never returned. Whatever he's gotten himself mixed up in, I don't want any parts."

"You don't really have much of a choice," Yosohn replied, retrieving her cellphone that Marquis had confiscated moments prior. "Call him. And if you try some funny shit, make no mistake, I will make your kids orphans."

She huffed in frustration, snatching the phone out of his hand. He watched intently as she dialed Scar's number, placing it on speaker. The phone rang five times before the voicemail came through.

"Call again," Marquis demanded, holding the barrel of his gun up to her temple.

Obliging, she dialed the number once again and shortly after, Scar's voice came through the line, sounding as if he'd just woken up. Marquis snatched the phone out of her hand, bringing it up to his mouth. "I'm giving you thirty minutes to get over here before I kill your bitch and your kids. If you want them to live then I suggest you get here QUICKLY," he warned.

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