“Yo, what the f**k is wrong with you, bruh?” Fear asked Constance as they both stepped out of the tub from a shower, drying themselves off with towels. He’d wanted to get at her for how she butchered Clarissa back at Bull’s house, but he’d been holding it, trying his damndest to get over it. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t seem to let it go.
“What’re you talking about?” Constance asked him as she stood completely naked, drying her locs.
“I’m talking about how you butchered that pregnant lady back at that mark’s house. That was some pretty f****d up s**t, especially what chu did to the baby!”
“The man said make it nice and bloody. So, I did exactly what he paid us for.”
“You broke the rules also.” Fear reminded her. “We don’t kill innocent people. Now the mother and the nigg
