Justify My Thug
“I looked over at the driver’s seat and saw that Mook now had a gun pressed up against Kyra’s head. I didn’t know if this clown was serious, so I had to roll the dice and call his bluff.
“Mook, get that fuckin’ burner away from my wife.”
“I’m telling you, Blue, he’s going to split her wig, just give me my dough. You owe me nigga,” Junie spat.
“I don’t owe you shit, nigga! That was years ago. And here you are pressing me about some fuckin’ chump change? Why you pressin’ me about that shit?” This muthafucka was starting to get under my skin.
“Stop haggling, Marvin. Just give the nigga the money,” Kyra blurted out as she slid me my piece.
“Listen to your wife,” Junie said.
“Babygirl, these pussies ain’t going to shoot nobody, not like I will.” Pow! I shot Junie in the stomach. “See. That’s how you do that. I didn’t even have to get out. Put the car in reverse babygirl and let’s get the fuck out of here.”
As soon as I said that Fish jumped out of his ride and started waving at me.
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