Mothafucka broke into my home, where my boy lays his head! You done f****d up, now yo’ ass is leaving out of here in a body bag! Melvin thought to himself as he slowly crept to the doorway of the kitchen where he saw the shadow slowly approaching. Melvin and the shadow were about to collide, when he swung out of the doorway and grabbed whomever it was trying to creep on him underneath his chin. Backing up against the wall, he placed his hand on the intruder’s forehead and pulled it back. He then pressed the butcher’s knife against his throat.
“You crept up in the wrong nigga’z house,” Melvin growled and moved to slit the intruder’s throat from ear to ear.
“Pop, wait, it’s me…Tiaz,” Tiaz said wide eyed and mouth wide open. He was clad in his boxers and a holding a Beretta in his hand.
Me
