the ground. Her knees hit the pavement hard and she stuck her hands out to catch her fall, but was too late and her face contacted with the concrete. Instantly blood seeped from her mouth and she could feel her head swelling with pain.
“Boss man get down!” Manny yelled, as he bust back.
POW! POW! POW!
DINK!
TAT-TA-TAT-TAT-TA-TAT!
Manny and Emmanuel stood in Yamin’s yard firing back at the Chevy but their fire wasn’t enough for what was being returned at them. They knew the no gun policy was a mistake and they opted to stay out of the church for that reason. As much as they loved Cortez, they had a duty to protect The League’s boss and was paid very well to do so.
Bullets hit off of the Chevy and Manny knew that they needed to get Yamin and the others inside of the house. He shot the last few rounds he had at them and grabbed up Jessica from the ground.
“In the house! Stay low and run!” he yelled at Jessica.
“Aahhhhh!” she screamed and put every effort into getting inside.
“These niggas is bold as fuck!” Manny yelled out and reloaded his nine. “Boss man, stay down!”
“Fuck that!” Yamin roared. He was ducking and dodging bullets as he practically was on all fours trying to get inside of his home. He could imagine the fear that had come over his aunties, his cousins, and in Jessica. This was unbelievable and he couldn’t quite grasp the reality of the situation. They had attacked Cortez at his baby mama’s house and now they were at his home attacking him and his entire family. None of this sat well with him. No one was close enough to even know this much information about him and Cortez, not even The Versace League. It was only those that were family that knew the sensitivity and personal details of his life. This was too close to home.
As Yamin made it closer to his house, he ran around back and entered through the back door. He hurried through the house until he reached his office space. He could still hear the rapid gun fire from outside and only hoped that when he returned everyone was still alive and well. Several other members of The League that attended the funeral was behind Yamin feeling just as naked not believing that they had been convinced to leave their pistols in the car or at home.
Aasir came in huffing and puffing behind him feeling as if he was coming apart at the seams. This was not like them and felt that The League had been penetrated deeply. They had always been on top of their game and it seemed as if whoever this was attacking them knew when, where, and how to hit them. They knew that the day of Cortez’s funeral that they would be weak and off their square and this angered him more than anything. It angered him more than the killing of Cortez, because it had gone from tragic to disgustingly disrespectful. This was their day of mourning and grieving and someone had crossed the line.
Aasir reached out and grabbed the chopper from his brother’s hands when they heard tires screeching in the distance. The gunfire had been replaced by the sound of engines roaring.
“Sounds like they gone,” Knox said with his hands balled up into tight fists. He was one of the older men in The League and held OG status in the streets. He was a Vietnam vet and killed so many people in combat that he felt it had only been right that he continue to do so. He loved killing people. To him it had been better than sex and the fact that he got paid for it was even more rewarding. “Knew I shouldn’t have left the house without my piece. I haven’t left my piece at home in more than 20 years and this is why!”
Knox stormed off angrily.
“Manny and Emmanuel ran after them!” Aucelie yelled as she veered her head into the office.
“You
“Boss man get down!” Manny yelled, as he bust back.
POW! POW! POW!
DINK!
TAT-TA-TAT-TAT-TA-TAT!
Manny and Emmanuel stood in Yamin’s yard firing back at the Chevy but their fire wasn’t enough for what was being returned at them. They knew the no gun policy was a mistake and they opted to stay out of the church for that reason. As much as they loved Cortez, they had a duty to protect The League’s boss and was paid very well to do so.
Bullets hit off of the Chevy and Manny knew that they needed to get Yamin and the others inside of the house. He shot the last few rounds he had at them and grabbed up Jessica from the ground.
“In the house! Stay low and run!” he yelled at Jessica.
“Aahhhhh!” she screamed and put every effort into getting inside.
“These niggas is bold as fuck!” Manny yelled out and reloaded his nine. “Boss man, stay down!”
“Fuck that!” Yamin roared. He was ducking and dodging bullets as he practically was on all fours trying to get inside of his home. He could imagine the fear that had come over his aunties, his cousins, and in Jessica. This was unbelievable and he couldn’t quite grasp the reality of the situation. They had attacked Cortez at his baby mama’s house and now they were at his home attacking him and his entire family. None of this sat well with him. No one was close enough to even know this much information about him and Cortez, not even The Versace League. It was only those that were family that knew the sensitivity and personal details of his life. This was too close to home.
As Yamin made it closer to his house, he ran around back and entered through the back door. He hurried through the house until he reached his office space. He could still hear the rapid gun fire from outside and only hoped that when he returned everyone was still alive and well. Several other members of The League that attended the funeral was behind Yamin feeling just as naked not believing that they had been convinced to leave their pistols in the car or at home.
Aasir came in huffing and puffing behind him feeling as if he was coming apart at the seams. This was not like them and felt that The League had been penetrated deeply. They had always been on top of their game and it seemed as if whoever this was attacking them knew when, where, and how to hit them. They knew that the day of Cortez’s funeral that they would be weak and off their square and this angered him more than anything. It angered him more than the killing of Cortez, because it had gone from tragic to disgustingly disrespectful. This was their day of mourning and grieving and someone had crossed the line.
Aasir reached out and grabbed the chopper from his brother’s hands when they heard tires screeching in the distance. The gunfire had been replaced by the sound of engines roaring.
“Sounds like they gone,” Knox said with his hands balled up into tight fists. He was one of the older men in The League and held OG status in the streets. He was a Vietnam vet and killed so many people in combat that he felt it had only been right that he continue to do so. He loved killing people. To him it had been better than sex and the fact that he got paid for it was even more rewarding. “Knew I shouldn’t have left the house without my piece. I haven’t left my piece at home in more than 20 years and this is why!”
Knox stormed off angrily.
“Manny and Emmanuel ran after them!” Aucelie yelled as she veered her head into the office.
“You
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