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Authors: Boston George

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“What you out here doing?” Krya asked, coming from the back room. Once she saw her man holding the AK she already knew what was up. “You know sometimes I think you love your guns more than you love me.”
“So what's the problem?” the Truth joked as he blocked the pillow that Kyra threw at his head. Krya and the Truth had been together for twelve years. No matter what happen or what the Truth did Kyra always stood by her man's side.
“Let's go out and get something to eat,” Kyra suggested as she sat down on the couch next to her man.
“No can do,” he said, kissing Kyra on her cheek. “I gotta go out and get this money.”
“You need me to drive?” Kyra asked, rubbing the back of her man's head.
“Nah, I can't have y'all out there riding with me,” he replied, rubbing Kyra's stomach.
“I ain't even three months pregnant yet, I can still drive, baby.”
“No, and that's final,” the Truth barked. “If something happened to you I wouldn't be able to forgive myself.”
“But I'm always your driver,” Kyra said. “And I don't think we should switch up the program.”
“Fuck the program, you ain't going and that's it,” the Truth said, shutting down her plan. “And if you ask me again I'm gon' smack the shit outta you.”
Kyra sucked her teeth but didn't reply. She knew that if she continued to push the issue her man would make good on his promise to smack the shit out of her. So she decided to hold her tongue.
“Come on, baby, don't act like that,” he said, noticing the frown on Kyra's face. “I just can't take that kind of a chance, I love you and not only that, you carrying my son in your stomach.”
“How you know it's not a girl?”
“Because it's not that's how I know,” the Truth said playfully as he mushed her. “Nah, baby, but all jokes aside I want you to just chill here in the crib and relax.”
“I will only on one condition,” Kyra said, smiling.
“What?”
“Promise me you're going to be careful out there and make it back home to me in one piece.”
“I promise I'll be extra-careful and make it back to you in one piece,” he said and bent down and kissed her forehead.
 
 
“Damn, I'm hungry as fuck,” Rusty said, keeping up with the traffic.
“We can eat after we take care of this clown,” Fresh said, leaning back in the passenger seat with his hoodie on.
“We gon' have to be a little careful,” Rusty said, keeping his eyes on the road. “My man told me this guy is a real gun fanatic.”
“You know I don't give a fuck about none of that shit,” Fresh said with no emotions. “He lived by the gun, now he gonna have to die by it.”
Rusty pulled up a block away from the building they were headed to and let the engine die. He grabbed the Tec-9 from off the backseat. “You ready?”
“You already know,” Fresh answered as he tucked his 9 mm in his waistband and slid out of the passenger seat.
Just as Fresh and Rusty was walking to the building, the Truth was walking out. He wore a skully and shades, along with a trench coat to hide his AK.
“A yo, that's him right there!” Rusty said, tapping Fresh.
The Truth turned and looked at Fresh. Immediately he knew the man from somewhere, but he couldn't figure out where. But from the look the man had in his eyes the Truth knew he was trouble. He tried to run back inside the building but it was too late.
Fresh immediately snatched his 9 mm from his waist and sent three shots in the Truth's direction. One of the shots hit him in his side, forcing him to spin around. But once he spun around his AK was already drawn.
Fresh and Rusty both quickly took cover behind a parked car as the AK lit up the streets.
The Truth dropped down to a knee and tried to apply pressure to his side to stop some of the bleeding. “Fuck,” he cursed loudly from the pain that he was feeling.
“You take that side and I'ma take this side,” Fresh said as he silently counted to three. Fresh ran up on the side of the car until he reached the Truth. The Truth laid on the ground holding his side with a smile on his face. “I knew you'd be back,” he said, looking up at Fresh.
“I told you I would be,” Fresh said as he kicked the AK-47 out of the man's reach. “The head or the chest?” he asked.
“The head,” the Truth whispered, closing his eyes, preparing himself for his next life.
Fresh stood over the wounded man's body and pulled the trigger.
“Come on we gotta go,” Rusty said, pulling Fresh back to the getaway car.
Upstairs Kyra sat on the couch watching
Menace II Society
when she heard three shots go off followed by several more. Immediately her heart sank. All she could think about was her man. “Please don't let nothing happen to my man,” she prayed as she quickly threw on some clothes and flew out of the house. Once Kyra made it downstairs she dropped to her knees when she saw her man laid out in a pool of his own blood. “No baby, why didn't you just let me come with you?” she cried, mad at herself for letting him change her mind. When the ambulance arrived and she watched them cover her man's body with the white sheet, she immediately passed out.
Chapter Thirteen
“I can't believe this mu'fucka,” Amanda huffed as she ironed her shirt. “He got some damn nerve to be acting like this toward me, when he the one that's cheating. If anybody should be mad it's me.”
“Yeah, but you know how guys act, they all think they can have they cake and eat it too,” Melissa told her sister. “But if I felt or thought Pop was cheating on me I would be hurt, but I would leave him.”
“I been wanting to leave Fresh,” Amanda said as a tear escaped her eye. “But I can't 'cause I just love him so much,” she said as she broke down in tears.
“I understand,” Melissa said as she hugged her sister tightly and rubbed her back while she let it all out.
“Everything Fresh has ever asked me to do I've done it without him ever having to ask me twice,” Amanda said, not understanding why he was treating her the way he was. “He could of at least came and bailed me out of jail himself.”
“Well, you never know he might have been busy,” Melissa said, trying to make up an excuse for him.
“That mu'fucka wasn't busy,” Amanda said, waving her hand and making a gesture. “At least come pick me up and let me know everything is going to be all right or something.”
“Yeah, I feel you,” Melissa told her as she just continued to listen to her sister vent.
“As a matter of fact as soon as we get back from the supermarket I'm going over to the warehouse to talk to Fresh, and tell him how much I really love him and let him know that I want to work it out. Fuck that, I ain't letting my man go that easy so some other bitch can have him. Fuck that,” Amanda said as the two women high-fived-each other.
“Meet me downstairs, I'm going to get the car,” Melissa said, making her exit.
 
 
Pop sat staked out in front of Amanda's building for half the day before she finally stepped out the building. He watched closely as a Honda pulled up to the curb forty-five minutes later, and Amanda hopped in the passenger seat.
“This wasn't part of the plan,” Pop said to himself as he turned on his car and began to follow the Honda. Pop made sure he stayed at least three cars behind the Honda. Ten minutes later he followed the Honda into a supermarket's parking lot.
“I'll just wait until Amanda comes out the supermarket and pop her and her friend,” Pop said to himself as he screwed the silencer on the .380. Pop's heart instantly leaped up into his throat when he saw Melissa slide out of the driver's side of the Honda.
“Fuck,” Pop yelled, banging the steering wheel. He didn't have a backup plan so it wasn't much he could do.
“What the fuck are you doing here, baby?” Pop asked himself as he watched Melissa and Amanda disappear inside the supermarket. Pop couldn't believe what he was seeing. Now that Melissa was there the game had changed, and so did the rules. Melissa would now have to go along with her sister.
“I feel much better, I think I just needed to get out of the house for a second and get some fresh air,” Amanda said as she and Melissa stood in the checkout line.
“Y'all going to be fine,” Melissa said, placing their items on the register's counter.
“I just need to talk to Fresh, I will feel much better once I just talk to him,” Amanda said to herself as she watched the cashier ring up their groceries.
 
 
Twenty-five minutes later Pop saw Melissa and Amanda strolling out of the supermarket pushing a shopping cart. Pop quickly threw on his hockey mask and drew the strings on his hoodie as he exited the vehicle. As he got closer to the two women he made sure he walked with his head down so his mask wasn't visible.
Melissa and Amanda put their groceries in the trunk, never noticing the masked man creeping up behind them. Once Pop got in shooting range, he quickly aimed his .380 at Amanda's head and pulled the trigger. The first shot hit Amanda in the back of her head, causing her to slump halfway inside the trunk. The next two shots sunk into the lifeless woman's body. Before Melissa got her lungs ready to scream, Pop put the hot silencer to her head.
“Go ahead and scream. I dare you!” Pop growled, looking at Melissa's pretty face coated in specks of blood. “Don't fuckin' move, bitch!” Pop said, keeping the .380 trained on Melissa's chest. With his free hand Pop tossed the rest of Amanda's body in the trunk.
“Two choices: Get in the trunk or I put you in!” Pop stated nonchalantly. Without thinking twice Melissa climbed in the trunk on top of her sister's dead body. Pop quickly slammed the trunk closed and power-walked back to his getaway car. Once inside the car he stormed out of the parking lot like it wasn't no tomorrow. “Fuck, I wonder if she recognized my voice?” Pop thought out loud as he snatched off his mask, weaving from lane to lane. Pop felt bad about the whole situation; he loved Melissa and didn't want to hurt her, but he had to do what he had to do. Deep down inside he knew he should have shot Melissa also, but he just couldn't do it. Pop double-parked the getaway car on a quiet block and walked to the next avenue so he could flag down a cab. He sat in the cab, replaying the whole situation in his head. His thoughts were rudely interrupted when he felt his Nextel vibrating.
“Yo,” Pop answered.
“How's it looking?” Fresh asked.
“Everything went according to plan,” Pop replied.
“A'ight, hit me back later,” Fresh said, ending the call, not wanting to talk that kind of business over the phone. When Pop got out of the cab, he went straight to the bootleg liquor spot, and got himself something to sip on.
As he headed back to the projects Pop felt his Nextel vibrating once again. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Nika.
“Hey, baby, what's up?”
“Nothing, I just finished cooking dinner, and I was just wondering if you would be able to join me tonight?” she asked.
“Yeah, I'm walking in the building right now, I'll be upstairs in like two minutes,” Pop said as he lost his signal as he stepped on the pissy elevator. Immediately when Nika laid her eyes on Pop she could tell that something was wrong. “Baby, what's wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing, baby, I'm just a little tired that's all,” he lied.
“Okay, I'm going to make our plates, go wash your hands,” Nika said over her shoulder as she disappeared into the kitchen.
“Yo, this steak is the bomb,” Pop stated, washing his steak down with some gin and juice.
“Mu'fuckas are going crazy out here. You heard some bitch got killed at the supermarket tonight?” Nika asked.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Pop said, acting unaware of the situation.
“Yeah, somebody shot some Dominican bitch and then tossed her in the trunk along with her sister. It's all over the news,” Nika said, shaking her head. “That's fucked up—people can't even go grocery shopping without getting killed.”
“So the guy killed two Dominican girls?” Pop asked, playing it off.
“Nah, he only killed one, so I don't know what that's all about, all I know is mu'fucka is crazy,” Nika said, filling her glass with an equal amount of gin and juice.
“What is this world coming to,” Pop added as he felt his Nextel vibrating.
“Yo,” he answered.
“Why the fuck you didn't tell me Melissa was at the scene tonight?” Fresh barked into the receiver.
“I didn't think it mattered,” Pop answered.
“Nigga, are you stupid? She's a fuckin' witness, not to mention she saw what happened at the club. I'm the only mu'fucka the fingers are going to get pointed at. Especially since you killed one and not the other. Why the fuck didn't you just kill that bitch?” Fresh asked venomously.
Pop got up and went in the bedroom before he answered. “I don't know why I didn't think this shit was going to fall back on you. My job was to do Amanda, and that's what I did. I didn't even know Melissa was going to be there.”
“I'm going to try to talk to her but if it looks fishy then she's going to have to go simple as that,” Fresh said.
“Not a problem,” Pop said, sounding a little shaky.
“A'ight, I'm going to scream at you later, I'm about to head to the hospital so shit don't look out of place smell me?”
“I can dig it, keep me posted,” Pop said, pressing no on his cell phone. Pop knew he had fucked up, but he didn't want to kill Melissa unless he had to, but from how Fresh was talking he knew Melissa would have to go soon.
“Is everything all right?” Nika asked, stepping into the bedroom.
“Yeah, I'm cool, just a little tired. I think I'm going to lay down for a little while,” Pop answered.
“I know just what you need,” Nika said, removing her robe and closing the door behind her. Pop watched as Nika slowly made her way over to him. He was about to say something, but Nika quickly hushed him.
“Shh,” she whispered as she placed one finger on his lips, then began removing Pop's pants. He had built-up stress in him for the past few days and Nika knew just how to get it out of him. First, she planted soft, wet kisses all over his dick as she felt his manhood rise in her hand.
“Stand up,” Nika ordered as she dropped down to her knees.
“Why, baby?” Pop asked, liking the position he was already in.
“Because I want you to fuck my mouth, daddy,” Nika whined as she continued to jerk his dick in her hand. Pop quickly obeyed his woman's command as he quickly stood up and began to stroke Nika's mouth at a steady pace. Pop enjoyed watching himself slide in and out of Nika's warm, wet mouth. As soon as he felt himself getting ready to cum he quickly began to speed up his strokes until he exploded in Nika's mouth. Once that was all said and done the two fell asleep in each other's arms.

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