“Niggaz tried to take my head off tonight,” Big Sexy spoke for the first time. “If it wasn’t for Gunplay then I’d be lyin’ belly up out this b***h. Finished, homie. Y’all niggaz would be mourning me and making funeral arrangements, but by the grace of God, and my young homie’s .45 automatic,” he placed his hand on Gunplay’s shoulder and looked into his eyes, tapping his fist against his chest. He then looked to his killaz again. “I’m still here. A mothafucka is still standing.” He took the time to walk around all of his men. “See, that’s where that nigga, Davino, and his faggot-ass homeboy f****d up. They shoulda neva missed my big black ass, ‘cause now I’ma make ‘em pay…with interest.”
Big Sexy left the dining room and returned shortly with a small Nike duffle bag. He sat the duffle bag
