I bet if his ass got in a jam again, he would have tried to creep back up into my bed again. I knew I wasn’t the first or the last to dip in the pot. It’s just how the game goes. I had been counting money and moving shit for Breeze for a while, and this was the motherfucking thanks I got. Niggas fucked him over and he had to come back to me. It had been proven that I was the only person who truly had his back. Breeze had fucked me over for the last time. It was time he paid. I guess that nigga had forgotten I was from the streets too. No one fucked with me and got away with it. Sure, I left Breeze’s spot without a fight, but I left my mark before leaving. On the way to my car, I couldn’t help but notice a hefty tree branch on the side of the curb. I happily picked it up and busted Breeze’s and Tanisha’s windows out of their cars. “Who’s laughing now?” I shouted as I sped off. “Payback’s a bitch! I got something for your ass, nigga. The sun won’t rise in the morning, fool,”
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