Life Ended by the Trigger.
1998, It was an ordinary day. I was out in the streets pushing. It was a busy night, me and my boys had a lot of customers coming our way. The Vipers and I were really known for our ruthlessness. But, again we did have our competition. We saw this car driving back and forth. We found it a little sketchy so we made sure to keep our eyes on the car. We had our hands behind us and we were ready for anything. 10 minutes pass by and we lose sight of the car, it seems like it disappeared. Out of no we hear the sound of tires screeching, and the loud roar of the engine. The car passes by us and rounds of bullets come our way. We make sure to hold our own and we shoot rounds of bullets their way also. I’m giving them all I got, and then I get hit in the shoulder. I fall to the ground, the pain is agonizing. Everything goes dark. I wake up in a hospital bed. Brian is standing right next to me, his face has no expression. I say to him if everyone made it out alive. He nods his head and says, “almost everyone.” I ask who it was and he says no one from the crew but the police did tell me that they found your grandmother shot dead in her apartment. I fell apart. I had no sense of feeling inside of me. I didn’t know whether to cry or just show no emotion. But all I knew was… I was going to get my revenge. †
