UNWANTED ( Chresanto Love Story)

Part 53

Shaniia POV

POW POW POW. It was bullets flying everywhere in the Phillips Warehouse. it was me, ray, and prince. i was behind the pole with my gun. me and the phillips were having a shoot out with his kids well adults. we were at war for them sellin on our turf.It was chase, chris, lela at are some of there children.

chris: just give up. he said shooting bullets prince way.

I shot making sure he couldnt see me

Ray: stay off our fuckin turf. ray sent shots to chris and chase

chase: where's that lovely amp at. is that who turf i was on?

i was done with these disrespectful mutha fuckas talkin shit. i walked out from behind of the pole i was behind

Ray: Amp what zee fack are you doing

Prince: Shaniia take fuckin cover now!

i didnt listen. i walked to the center of the basement. i through my guns down. and i stood with a gap between my legs and holding the rim on my pants in the front with both hands looking like the bad ass i was. they could have killed me easliy all i ever wore in a shoot out was a nike sports bra, cargo pants, jordans, and my bandana.

prince: what zee fack is she doing

me: its coo. i got this. i said lowely so chris and them could hear me

me: Bitch im amp.Aka the Mutha Fuckin God Motha aka BIG PAPI.nigga

they all lined up with each other

chase: well damn yhu is bad as they said.

chris: aye thats the lil bitch they said who was gone be runnin L.A by next year, shid in 3 months

i looked down and looked back at them

lela: ha, thats what you call bad?

me: hoe shut cho ass up and tell jock stop hittin me cuz obviously thinks im the biggest baddie he ever seen, nnd tryna give uh bitch back shots ma nigga. then i shrugged my shoulders and chuckled.

then she pulled out her gun and pointed it at me

me: bitch, am i possed to be scared?. i chuckled.

chase: look next time i see one of you fuckin westside niggas imma come for all yall

me: you fuckin pussy. i started laughin hopin he was playin.you couldnt come for us if they pinned pointed us out foe yo dumbass. all i gotta say is stay off ma turf. this is a warning cuz if this shit happen again. yall all gone die and imma send ya bodies to ya daddy and have him come so it so it wont be a game it would just be fun

lela: sick twisted bitch

chase: fuck you

me: Aye. i did hold up hand signal. Aye all yall suck ma dick you fawkin cunt punk bitches. i said biting my bottom lip and hold my private area on me pants.

chris: i should go find out where that punk ass baby daddy of yours at nnd kill that nigga

prince: nigga you cant find shit. he spat back.

ray: we aint playing nigga, i promise told the same thing to the nigga uppy and where he at now?

chase: what cha'll nigga's tryna say

me: first off👏😑 fuck you, where you from👏😑,and the clique you claim mutha fucka

ray: westside you dont fuck wit, we commin for yah life

prince: i swear i'll get ma lil shootahs to pop shit off

we all arguin at once. it was too much at once. they were plotting. im ready for what ever

chase: fuck this

they pulled out there guns

me: RAY PRINCE GET DOWN, CATCH COVER NOW

they dropped to the ground and got behind a wall. chase and them started to shoot and im still in the middle. i through my knives and got chase and lela in their throats and through one at chris. he got one last shot till i peirced his heart and that last bullet got me. It grased my arm. still half of the bullet was in my arm.

me:AAAHHHHHAAAHHHH SHIT!😩

i jumped and hoot and hollered. ray and prince ran to me.

prince: oh god amp you okay?

i was loosing so much blood.

me: shit.

i told off me bandana and gave it to ray

me: tie this in the bullet womb.

he did was he was told. ray rushed me to the car.and rushed to the hospital. all i could think about was my babies. good roc thought to send them to ohio for a while.