When Chino saw the black car, he knew it belonged to Cocoa"s guys. Was he too late? Chino entered the driveway and drove the Beamer up into the yard, stopping in front of the porch. He got out, gun in hand. He was on the porch in seconds, trying the door. He stepped back and kicked it hard, breaking it open. The door shot back and struck the wall. Chino rushed in, gun up and ready. There was no one in the living room. He went into the hallway, checking the bedrooms. He then made his way through the house, heading towards the dining room. As he did, he could smell cigarette smoke. He could see the dining room table ahead, but no one was there. He brought his gun up before he rounded the corner to the kitchen.
The first thing he saw was blood. Everywhere.
The cigarette smoke was thick.
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