Te’Qui looked down at the dead bodies of the whores and then back up at T.J. He was as ruthless as they came, and he hoped that one day he didn’t have to turn his gun against him. But should that day come, he wouldn’t hesitate to take his head off his shoulders.
“That was just to let chu know that I’m not playing witcho ass. I mean bitness out this b***h!” T.J. said as he placed his hand on Asia’s trembling shoulder, walking around her until he was at her back. The young girl’s heart was thudding crazily and she found her palms growing moist. With her head bowed and her eyelids shut, she silently prayed to God to spare her life.
Wait a minute, I know this nigga ain’t ‘bouta do what I think he’s about to do, Te’Qui’s brows creased as he thought to himself. He had the feeling that T.J. was
