"The f**k you mean calm down Kacy? That nigga got my momma and we just sitting here, not doing s**t!" Karma yelled at Kacy as he sat on the couch, smoking his blunt.
She stood over him, furious. The crew sat around the room, not saying anything. All eyes were on them as they argued, well as Karma argued.
She stood up straight "You know what, I'll handle this on my own" She walked off towards her room and reached under her side of the bed, grabbing her gun.
Turning around, Kacy stood in the door way. His dreads pulled into a ponytail, a white tank top on and gym shorts.
He let out the smoke he held in his lungs and walked over to her, reaching for the gun. Karma pulled it back and eyed him "Kacy, dead ass. Move"
"Watch ya mouth and gimmie the gun"
"No, move" she tried walking pas
