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muthafucka?â Gruff asked, just in case something jumped off.
âJust the front door and the back door. Why? Whatâs up?â Big Phil asked.
âNo reason,â Gruff said. âSo whatâs up? You said you wanted to talk business, so talk.â
âIâma cut straight to the chase,â Big Phil said, pouring himself a drink. âI want to hire you to do a job for me.â
âWhat kind of job?â
âI need somebody dead.â Big Phil downed his drink in one gulp.
âIâm not no hit man,â Gruff said quickly.
âNot even for twenty grand?â Big Phil snatched the money off the table and handed it to Gruff.
âWho we gotta hit?â Gruff asked, stuffing the money in both of his back pockets.
âSome bitch-ass nigga name Tone.â Big Phil started giving Gruff and Maxine a quick rundown.
âI heard of him.â Gruff heard some noise coming from outside the door. âWhat the fuck is that?â He quickly pulled out his twin 9s from his shoulder holsters.
Bam!
The front door came crashing in, followed by three armed police officers.
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âPull over right here,â Detective Abraham ordered as he loaded his shotgun. âThatâs the muthafuckaâs house right there,â he said as he slid out the van.
A white racist cop named Tom said, âIâm shooting anything that moves when we get up in here!â
âListen, we gonâ go in here, smoke this clown, and be on our way. Simple as that.â Detective Abraham looked at his men to make sure he was understood before they reached the front of the house. Tone may have got on his nerves, but that was still his son, and anyone who tried to harm him had to die.
Altogether there were six officers. Three officers took the front door, while Detective Abraham, Tom, and another officer headed toward the back.
The biggest officer of the three grabbed the battering ram and quickly busted down the door on the second try. âFreeze! Police!â was all he got to say before he collapsed to the floor covered in his own blood.
Gruff had quickly aimed his twin 9s at the door and fired two shots. POW! POW! Both shots hit the first officer in the stomach.
The next officer came running inside holding a shotgun in his hand. Before he could even get a shot off, Gruff had already shot him three times, and Maxine finished him off with a shot to the head with her .357 Magnum.
Maxine quickly held up one finger, letting Gruff know that one more officer was outside the door. She slowly eased her way toward the door. As Gruff eased his way toward the front door, he heard a loud BOOM! then watched as the back door flew off its hinges. Big Phil immediately opened fire on the back door, not caring who he hit.
The third cop finally entered the front door firing recklessly, hitting everything but his intended targets. Maxine quickly dropped him with three shots to the chest.
âWe out!â Gruff said as he ran out the front door with Maxine close on his heels.
âYo, wait up!â Big Phil yelled as he fired a few more rounds at the back door. Then he ran out the front door behind Gruff and Maxine.
Detective Abraham ran inside the house with his shotgun in hand, ready to tear up some shit. âThey ran out the front!â he yelled, and him, Tom, and the other officer headed out the front door in pursuit of the gunmen.
âYo, wait up,â Big Phil said out of breath as he finally caught up to Gruff and Maxine.
Immediately Gruff turned and placed the barrel of his 9 mm to Big Philâs head and pulled the trigger. He didnât even watch his body drop as he slid in the driverâs seat of their stolen hooptie.
âWhy the fuck you kill Phil for?â Maxine looked back to make sure they wasnât being followed.
âCops came to his house. That means eventually they was going to find him, and you know he ainât going down for killing three
âJust the front door and the back door. Why? Whatâs up?â Big Phil asked.
âNo reason,â Gruff said. âSo whatâs up? You said you wanted to talk business, so talk.â
âIâma cut straight to the chase,â Big Phil said, pouring himself a drink. âI want to hire you to do a job for me.â
âWhat kind of job?â
âI need somebody dead.â Big Phil downed his drink in one gulp.
âIâm not no hit man,â Gruff said quickly.
âNot even for twenty grand?â Big Phil snatched the money off the table and handed it to Gruff.
âWho we gotta hit?â Gruff asked, stuffing the money in both of his back pockets.
âSome bitch-ass nigga name Tone.â Big Phil started giving Gruff and Maxine a quick rundown.
âI heard of him.â Gruff heard some noise coming from outside the door. âWhat the fuck is that?â He quickly pulled out his twin 9s from his shoulder holsters.
Bam!
The front door came crashing in, followed by three armed police officers.
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Â
âPull over right here,â Detective Abraham ordered as he loaded his shotgun. âThatâs the muthafuckaâs house right there,â he said as he slid out the van.
A white racist cop named Tom said, âIâm shooting anything that moves when we get up in here!â
âListen, we gonâ go in here, smoke this clown, and be on our way. Simple as that.â Detective Abraham looked at his men to make sure he was understood before they reached the front of the house. Tone may have got on his nerves, but that was still his son, and anyone who tried to harm him had to die.
Altogether there were six officers. Three officers took the front door, while Detective Abraham, Tom, and another officer headed toward the back.
The biggest officer of the three grabbed the battering ram and quickly busted down the door on the second try. âFreeze! Police!â was all he got to say before he collapsed to the floor covered in his own blood.
Gruff had quickly aimed his twin 9s at the door and fired two shots. POW! POW! Both shots hit the first officer in the stomach.
The next officer came running inside holding a shotgun in his hand. Before he could even get a shot off, Gruff had already shot him three times, and Maxine finished him off with a shot to the head with her .357 Magnum.
Maxine quickly held up one finger, letting Gruff know that one more officer was outside the door. She slowly eased her way toward the door. As Gruff eased his way toward the front door, he heard a loud BOOM! then watched as the back door flew off its hinges. Big Phil immediately opened fire on the back door, not caring who he hit.
The third cop finally entered the front door firing recklessly, hitting everything but his intended targets. Maxine quickly dropped him with three shots to the chest.
âWe out!â Gruff said as he ran out the front door with Maxine close on his heels.
âYo, wait up!â Big Phil yelled as he fired a few more rounds at the back door. Then he ran out the front door behind Gruff and Maxine.
Detective Abraham ran inside the house with his shotgun in hand, ready to tear up some shit. âThey ran out the front!â he yelled, and him, Tom, and the other officer headed out the front door in pursuit of the gunmen.
âYo, wait up,â Big Phil said out of breath as he finally caught up to Gruff and Maxine.
Immediately Gruff turned and placed the barrel of his 9 mm to Big Philâs head and pulled the trigger. He didnât even watch his body drop as he slid in the driverâs seat of their stolen hooptie.
âWhy the fuck you kill Phil for?â Maxine looked back to make sure they wasnât being followed.
âCops came to his house. That means eventually they was going to find him, and you know he ainât going down for killing three
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