“Look at me,” Te’Qui told her. She looked right up at him. “I promise I’m not gonna die and leave you and our baby. I’ma real-ass nigga, and I’m too hard to kill. These busta-ass niggaz I’m goin’ to holla at can’t fade me.”
After telling her that, Te’Qui cupped her face and kissed her on both cheeks and then her forehead. Afterwards, he threw his hood on his head and grabbed his trench coat from off the bed. After he slipped the trench coat on, he lifted up his mattress and removed the long, black shotgun with the strap. Chick-Chick! He c****d that fat mothafucka and gave his lady a kiss goodbye. Heading towards the door, he hid the shotgun inside of his trench coat and kept on strolling. He’d almost disappeared through the doorway when Kesha called him back, stopping him in his tracks. H
