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After the encounter with drew's gang; I don't like killing, but they fucking bring out the monster in me. I need to kill Bucky, and this is the perfect hour he needs to deliver a message to my big bro.

I reach my house as I quickly freshen up as usual, I ride out with cordon's bike which is now mine; heading to 17a crib. Likewise, I still remember the route we took that day. The door was locked, but I still found my way in. I opened his fridge and removed some bottle drink, helping myself as I switched off the light and awaited for him. It didn't take much time when the door knot opened as Bucky walks in with one of the drew looking exhausted.

“I hope that boss got the wet package, Rob!” Bucky said.

“Yeah; every gang's boss is talking about it; we must get it in our possession!” Rob added.

“What package?” I asked them!

“Who the hell are you?” Rob asked, bringing out his gun, same as Bucky as they turned on the light.

“What the hell?” Bucky said and looking at his facial expression, he was aghast.

“Surprise uh; Bucky, I know what's on that fucking mind of ya so don't try it. I know that yo got so many things on ya freaking mind, I thought Boss had him, then how could he escape from 'em? Well, those morons aren't capable of keeping me in one place!”

“Who the fuck are you, man?” Rob asked.

“Uh-uh, I think ya fellow ain't really got a clue nigga; I want to know about the wet package Rob!” I query.

“I'ma not gonna tell ya any shit, punk!” Rob declared.

“Ain't ya mami tell yo to get some respect uh; well, I'll have to save your life hillbilly 'cause I'm here for execution, but I'll still find about it myself without any accent, you wanna know about me; did Carl Marty rings an alarm?” I inquired.

Rob raised his gun to fired, but I was quick to shot him to death as I took cover from Bucky's bullet.

“C'mon stop being a coward; let fight fist to fist motherfucker if yo are so sufficiency.” Bucky yelled.

“Fine! C'mon 'n get it. I said shootin' at him again which he dodges the bullet jumping out of the window, entering his car and speeding away.

“That dickhead is always lucky; bullshit!” I exclaimed.

I walked toward Rob's body and began to search for something useful and lucky enough, I found his cell phone as I scrolled down smiling.

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“Whoa; this is gonna help me a lot in taking down the drew's gang! I outta go, this place sucks.”

Looking at his place for a moment before climbing my bike, I ignited the engine, hitting the road.

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