"Now...are you gonna let me go?" Michael looked at him and laughed, pulling out his gun and walked over to a wall, knocking on it twice. It opened up, revealing Michael's entire collection of guns and silencers. He grabbed a silencer and attached it to his gun. "Any last words bitch?" Michael smiled, clearly ready to kill. "You ain't gonna kill me boy. Not in your own home. You ain't that crazy!" The man said, cheesing. Michael wiped that smile right off his face by shooting him in the kneecap, mafia style. "R-REVENGE IS A MOTHERFUCKER!" Trey grunted through his teeth. Michael put the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger. He watched as blood poured from Trey's eyes, mouth, and nose. "Damn I wish I could kill you again...but your family and friends will do." Michael giggled as he picked up the phone, calling someone.
"Hi Jackie. I need a favor from you and Jermaine. I need you to help me bury somebody...or do you think we should burn him like the good old days?"
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"Michael should've known that shit was going to hit the fan. ESPECIALLY after he killed my husband my husband 10 years ago...that's what this is all about. A silly gang rivalry caused Michael to become unhinged and then he killed my husband AND most of my damn runners! Leaving me alone to run a major drug cartel and try to keep my music career afloat! I've been trying to kill this son of a bitch for I don't know how long...but these stupid ass men that work for me can't seem to get the job done! How hard is it to kill someone? I'm sick of these failed attemps...so i'm just gonna have to handle this myself...my flight landed about an hour ago, and im on my way to the warehouse now to see what these stupid motherfuckers are talking about...Duece texted me and said they had 'two surprises' for me when I touched down...can't lie, I'm kind of excited to see what they could be!
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"Michael...what the fuck is going on man? Aint no way in hell they're fucking with you again after failing miserably last time to get you wacked off." Jermaine fussed as he took a sip from his can of Four Loko. "Yeah Mike...I thought you cleaned house anyway?" Tito asked, clearly confused. "I thought I did! But aparently somebody was left behind and they got some new guys or something. Because I have no idea who this man is. He said his name's Trey..." Michael walked over to the corpse of the man he had tired to a chair and threw his head back so that Jackie, Jermaine, Marlon, Randy and Tito could get a good look. "Damn!" They all exclaimed as they closely examined the injuries Trey sustained from Michael shooting him earlier. "Nah man, I don't know this fool, but I bet he wish that he would've stayed home." Jackie laughed. "We gotta get rid of him and clean this shit up...I've got some acid in the garage and a chainsaw." Michael shrugged "Jackie, Jermaine, Marlon...yall are coming with me" Randy, Tito...can you clean up this mess? And please don't let Paris see this..She has nightmares. I know I told her she could join me, but there's no way in hell I'm taking her back around these people."
Randy and Tito carried Trey's body out back to begin to dispose of him.
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"Janet....Janet please honey calm down of you're gonna make the bleeding worse!" You sighed as you tilted Janets head back, holding a dirty cloth to her nose as it poured blood. "WHY is this happening _______?! Who are these people and who do they choose to hurt us? I was out enjoying a day off and next thing I know, I had a knife to my thoat and i was thrown in this dusty as van, Now they wont stop beating me!" Her voice cracked as she cried. "I've been through some fucked up shit and gotten through it but...I don't think we're gonne mak-" "Dunk, don't talk like that. Do not talk like that. We are going to get out of this...one way or another..."
"Ladies, ladies, ladies..." Paco smiled deviously as he entered the room. He snatched you away from Janet and began to examine her battered face. "Maybe now you'll quit all that damn hollering in here, huh?" He let out an ugly laugh and and kneeled in front of her. "Leave Janet alone...she's been through ENOUGH today!" You shouted. Paco turned around and frowned. "I suggest you watch who you're talking to before I throw you to the dogs, bitch. As for you... Miss Jackson if ya nasty...I wanna see exactly how nasty you are..." He whispered in Janets ear as he ran his cold, dirty hands slowly from her breast to her shivering thighs. Paco laughed and ripped Janet's underwear, exposing her private parts. He undid his belt and threw it on the bed, along with his pants.
"Wanna watch _______?" Paco joked as he pulled out his fully errect penis. Janet quickly grabbed his penis and twisted it, causing him to shout. Moving quickly, you took the belt from the bed and wrapped it tightly around his neck. You took the cloth you were using to clean Janet's nose bleed and stuffed it in his mouth so he couldn't call for help. "Close the door Dunk! Close the door!" You whisper yelled. "Janet slammed the door, locked it, and began to fake screaming in agony to throw off the other gang members. You pulled at the belt and Janet tightly pinched his nose so that he had no way to breathe until Paco fell limp. You slowly removed the belt and checked for a pulse. "He's still alive Janet what do i do?!" You whispered, terrified of what would happen if he regained consciousness. Janet grabbed a pillow from the bed, placed it on Pacos face and sat on it. After a few minutes, Janet stood up and you checked his pulse "He's dead..." "Now what? Aren't they gonna look for this nigga??" Janet whispered as she wrapped a sheet around her waist to cover herself. "Shit I don't know but we gotta hide him man!" Luckily, Paco wasn't a large man.
