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“Muthafucka, you must’ve thought I was talking because I like the sound of my voice?” Khaotic finally questioned.
“Ain’t nobody scared of you, nigga,” Dexter spat.
“Nigga, I’ain tryna scare you,” Khaotic replied.
“Man, fuck all y’all. That bitch Rah—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Khaotic knocked every word down his throat. I let him do his thing because I was gone take the pleasure in ending this muthafucka.
“Watch your fucking mouth when you talking about my sister, nigga,” he warned, grabbing Dexter by his shirt. “You ain’t learned shit from the last time?”
Dexter spat blood onto the floor before looking back at him.
“Fuck you, Khaotic.”
Khaotic released his shirt and stepped back, reaching for his gun.
“You know what? I’m done talking to your stupid ass,” he replied.
The gunshot cracked through the warehouse, and Dexter screamed as the bullet struck his leg. His chair tipped sideways, sending him crashing to the floor.
“Fuck!” Dexter hollered, grabbing his leg.
Tae stepped closer, pulling his own gun.
“Nigga, you thought you was gone keep fucking with our family and nothing happen?” he questioned.
Another shot rang out, catching Dexter in his other leg. He screamed again, trying to drag himself away from them.
“Please, man! Fuck!” He cried.
Khaotic looked down at him with nothing but disgust.
“Now you wanna fucking beg?” he questioned. “AJ told you to leave him alone. Rah told you the same shit. I beat your fucking ass and told you what would happen if you kept coming around. But you still went to my sister’s house and put your hands on her.”
I stepped forward, and both brothers moved aside.
Dexter looked up at me, breathing hard as blood spread beneath him.
“Come on, man,” he pleaded. “I wasn’t tryna hurt Rah.”
“Unlike these niggas, I’on have a monologue for your ass.” I ended my sentence with a gunshot to the heart and one in the middle of his forehead.
His body dropped back against the concrete, and he didn’t move again.
I stood there for a moment before lowering my weapon. Khaotic walked over and looked down at Dexter, then turned toward me.
“Burn that nigga and let’s get the fuck outta here,” he told us.
We worked together to get Dexter’s body burned and dropped in the acid tank we had here. By the time we were done, it was almost two in the morning.
“You know I got a newfound respect for your blind ass,” Tae’s dumb ass said.
“Get the fuck on.” I laughed.
“Nah, I appreciate you looking out for my sister,” Khaotic added.
“You ain’t gotta thank me for protecting my woman,” I replied.
