His two cohorts, Narco and Rage, two of New York’s most ruthless thugs, sat in the car with him, waiting and plotting. New York City and Harlem weren’t ready for the murderous Two-Face in their backyard. He had given a violent wake-up call to so many who’d doubted his brutality and murderous ways because of his youthful appearance, people were now afraid to speak his name. Two-Face killed viciously with anything he could get his hands on: guns, knives, a brick. He even had a man twice his age mauled to death by a ferocious pit bull. The man, accused of being a snitch, was forced into a concrete basement in the gut of the hood and stripped naked in front of his peers. ****The tall, lanky victim was shaking like a leaf on a windy day. “Please, Two-Face,” he said, “I ain’t do nothin’. C’mon, man, it ain’t gotta be like this. I ain’t say shit to any police!” “You a snitch, homes. You fucked up, big time!” The dog barked wildly, its echoing bark sending chills into the man, and its demonic eyes trained on its potential target.
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