Realizing that he wasn’t going to be able to talk himself out of his impending doom, Omar cautiously pulled his red bandana from out of his back pocket. He went on to tie the bandana around his head Tupac Shakur style. Next, he took out a pair of black sunglasses and slid them on his face. Afterwards, he held his hands at his back and lifted his head high to accept the fate awaiting him
“Not in the face, alright? I wanna at least have an opened cask…”
“Nigga, f**k you!” Tears spilled down Kreon’s face as he opened fire on Omar, sending muscle and broken bone flying from out of his face. Candy and Carlos were right behind him. They squeezed the triggers of their guns rapidly and they slightly jumped as they spat fire. The bullets from the three guns went through Omar’s body and splattere
