“What the hell’s going on here?” Showtime asked, stepping out of his car along with Keith, who had that steel at his side.
“Ya boy, sssss,” Tyson hissed feeling the soreness in his head and a headache coming on. “He…he gotta away with a tape of…of me and Treas.”
“Of you and Treas doing what?” he inquired with furrowed brows.
“What do you think?” a wincing Tyson asked, rubbing the side of his head. He looked at Showtime like he was a f*****g imbecile for not knowing what kind of tape he was talking about.
“s**t!” Showtime ran his hand down his head and over his face, blowing hot air.
“I’ma see if I can catch up with ‘em.” Keith made his way to hop back inside of the Maybach but Showtime stopped him.
“Don’t bother, unc, that d**k sucka is long gon’ by now. Damn!” Showtime kicked the fr
