"He back" I said watching G hotel room with eyes full of hatred. I been ducked off in my truck since earlier. I been watching G since I got word that he was out of jail. He thought I was playing about what is said, but I was dead ass B. He was a walking dead body. I wanted this nigga head. He was my main concern at the moment. "Boss just tell us when" my right hand said. "tonight" I said giving him the que to drive off. For some reason I feel like G knows I'm watching him. He just don't know where I'm watching his ass from. I could of been ran in his shit and blowed his brains out than, but that would be to obvious. I have to get him when it's least expected. Every nigga can feel when they being watched. "What if he leaves then what boss" my right hand said. "I doubt he going to leave" I said. G was off when he got back to his room. He looked like he was up to no good. He probably done did some shit before hand.

Later that night, I sat across the street with my gun in my lap bobbing my head to You Can't Hide by 2 Pap. This song really got to me. Whenever I hear this shit I wanted to destroy the whole world. My jaw line tightened up just thinking about this nigga. I hated mother-fuckas, but G I never had so much hate for someone as much as I do for G in my entire life. I took out a little baggy filled with the shit I sell. I put some on the dash board and ran my nose across it. I squeezed my nose and sniffed. "Shit" I said letting the drugs fill my body. "Let's do this" I added getting out the truck. My man followed behind me.

Instead of knocking I immediately starting letting off shots. Me and my boys emptied several clips on that hotel room. One of my boys kicked the door down. I stepped in first. "Check the rooms" I yelled. "Boss we got a problem" my right hand said. "You damn right he went out the window" I said turning around. He was holding a bloody body. "She still breathing B we need to get her to a hospital" my right hand said. He laid her on the bed propping her up on a pillow so she could breathe a little better. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was that bitch ass guard from the jail who shanked me. I stood over her and when she looked up at me in my eyes I bet she wanted to die sooner.

"Please h-h-elp m-me" she studded trying to grab my shirt. I smacked her hand back. "It ain't so sweet taking your last few breaths before you bleed out" I said. "I-I'm s-s-orry" she pleaded. "It's a little to late for that shit see you in hell bitch" I said shooting her dead in her head. I noticed a black wire coming from her pants. "The fuck" I said lifting her shirt. "She wired" I yelled. "B we gotta go now" my look out said. "I can hear the police" he yelled. We ran to the truck. My driver cranked it up and we sped off leaving tire marks in the road. "That bitch set us up he knew she was wired he knew we was watching" I said smacking my hand on the dash board.

"He is fucking dead y'all hear me I want this nigga dead" I yelled.

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I peeked out my blinds and seen that same black truck sitting across the street. At first I thought it was a police or something. Then I noticed how it would leave, and come back. I had a bad feeling that someone was watching me. I knew it had to be Brandon. I had only a few minutes to clear this room. I'm not taking no chances. I was walking out the door and I nearly knocked Megan down. She looked like she had been crying. "Can I come in" she said. "I was just about to leave" I said looking at her. Her eyes got wide. "It's important" she said looking down at her body. I looked confused. "About what" I said trying to read her. She lifted up her shirt and I seen a wire. This bitch was wired. I yanked her in and slammed the door.

"G did you kill Marsha" she said crying. "Why would I do something like that" I said lien. I wanted to off her, but I had something else in mind. I just needed to keep her here until Brandon pull up. "They took Paris from me you need to go to the police and tell them what you know I have to get my daughter back" she said yelling. "I'm sorry to hear about Paris, but Megan I didn't do it" I said. I was sorry about her daughter but about Marsha I wasn't sorry. I'm happy I killed that bitch. I walked over to the blinds and seen that same black truck pulling up. "You know what Megan" I said walking over to her. I leaned down and placed my hands on the side of her. "I'm not sorry about Marsha" I said looking her in the eyes. "She deserved what happened to her and if I could I'll do that shit again" I said moving out her face. She stood up and spit in my face. I laughed. "Bye Megan" I said grabbing my gun walking towards the bathroom. "Where the fuck are you going" she yelled following behind me. I slammed the bathroom door in her face. She started beating on the door. "the police is on they way I hope you know your going down for a long time you son of a bitch" she yelled yanking at the door knob. I was half way out of the bathroom window. "If you was smart you'll get the hell out" I said climbing on out the window.

Then, I heard bullets flying everywhere and Megan shouting.