“Wait, man, wait…” Lavell pleaded.
“Mothafuck a wait, nigga, you pulled some punk s**t, so now yo’ ass gotta get dealt with.” Tiaz grabbed Lavell by one arm and Threat grabbed him by the other. The man dropped his weight and made it harder for the young niggaz to carry him.
“Get up! Get cho punk ass up!” Threat ordered. When homeboy wouldn’t move, he and Tiaz punched, stomped and kicked him until he was barely conscious and battered. Specs of his blood speckled the wall surrounding the window.
“Help me carry this fat f**k out on to the fire escape.” Tiaz told Threat. They both grabbed two limbs each. Lavell was so out of it that his eyelids were narrowed into slits and his head bobbled about. He moaned in pain, unable to stop his pending fate.
“Got ‘em,” Threat said, having grasped the
