Separated by Hate (Proc)

Secrets

Prod POV

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So me and they boys are walking back from the little meet up with "Roc" I still laugh what kind of shitty name is that. Bruh I'm rolling to Jupiter and back I swear it. Like he need to get on my level with names though. I need to teach him a little something something. Maybe some other time.

But anyway his face when I threatened him though, no it wasn't even a threat it's a promise. When we see each other again if he ticks me off I won't be as nice and just walk away.

We got back to our little group house and I saw everyone put all of our stuff away. Glad to know they can do shit without me having to ask. See that just proves that people listen to me. Truth is, I can be a really nice person, until you push my buttons, well then things get different. I enjoy hearing the screams of people when they get torture from me. Now see the difference between me and little Chresanto is that I like to deal with traitors and spies myself. I likee to do many things to them like- well hopefully you'll be able to find out. Chresanto always sends someone else off to do his dirty work. Poor little punk can't even deal with shit himself.

"Yo Prod you got a visitor." Prince said

"Who the hell is it?" I asked

Soon someone walked in. I growled of course it's this nigga.

"Trey what the hell do you want?"

"Prod I need some more man. It's killing me, I need more. I'm having withdrawals. Please?"

"I will give it to you." I said

He put a small smile on his face.

"But first you gonna have to give me my money for this bag and the last one. You still owe me Trey"

His face dropped. "I told you you I would pay you back when I got the money. I just don't have yet. Please?"

"You've been saying that for the past three months. I can't wait anymore you lucky I let you wait this long."

He grabbed on to my shirt, ripping it in the process. No this nigga did not just rip my shirt. "Please I'm miserable."

"Oh you're miserable? Well I can always take you out of your misery one way or another." I smirked. "Boys take him to our special room. We can take him out of his misery."

The boys knew exactly what I meant and took him to the room. I took off my shirt as I followed behind him. "That was a good shirt, too."

Once we got in there I saw them strap him up him. He started screaming. I took out my "special weapon" and he started scream. Boy do I love it when they scream especially when they see "it" for the first time...

Roc POV

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"Ahhh who does nigga think he is? Threatening me and shit. He must've lost his goddamn mind I know that."

Ok Roc just calm down, calm down Roc. Deep breaths, you don't any to explode. That wouldn't be good would it? Everybody knows how dangerous you get when you're angry. Calm down Roc, calm down.

Soon Ray came in the door interrupting me from my thoughts.

"Roc man. Calm down. You know how you get when you're angry. We don't want what happened in '08 to happen again do we? Because you know a lot of peo-"

"Yeah Ray I know I'm calm I'm getting there I'm getting there." I respond back. I'm just glad to know there's a nigga out there I can trust. People these days just piss me off. Maybe I should start taking my pills again. Lol nah I'm good.