The Slump God (Stokeley Imagines)

Blood on my jeans

A/n - I'd like to point out that even though the title is Blood on my Jeans the song for the chapter will be Syphilis! I wanted to put that before anybody decided to complain. Now you may read on.

"In the name of your precious son Jesus Christ - Amen"

I made sure my pistol was loaded before cocking it back. I opened the glove compartment and grabbed my extra clip along with my brother's Smith&Wesson.

"Snitches don't get stitches no more sis! Ha they end up in ditches" 

I remember the words from my first run with Jarad. I look into the back seat, my eyes land on Ally, Gabe and Leroi. I nodded at him "you sure you ready for this" I said. He nodded back at me. I looked at Gabe "Where's Lexi?" I asked. He huffed "Her and Jen would've been here but they have to watch the kids" He says

I groan and slam myself back into the chair, I rub my pistol against my temple.

Ally put her hand on top of mine. "You know they both would've been here if they could've" She says. I huff and nod.

I looked over at Ski, zoned out in the drivers seat. "Lets go" I say.

We all hop out the car lookin like we hit a lick already. Which I guess you could say we did but that's a story for a different time. If these niggas didn't die now well....they were definitely gonna die later. No homes to go back to lol.

Talk about a house fire.

Laroi hopped into the front seat. "This shouldn't take too long so keep the car running" I say. He nods. 

I look over at Ally

She looks back as me and then grabs my hand. I feel the ring on her widow finger and it makes me want to cry. But there's no crying tonight. 

I look over a ski. His face is stone cold, no emotion present what so ever, he puts on his glasses so nobody can see into his puppy brown eyes. I know though. They're red and a bit puffy, from too much weed and too many nights crying to sleep.

I looked over at Gabe