“What chu looking at me like that for, Cuz?” the gangsta crip asked, zipping up his Dickies and wiping his wet forehead with the back of his hand. His other hand gripped the banger he’d sat on the table beside G-Momma before he violated her.
“f**k is the matter witchu? You a f*****g monster!” Taco barked, looking at him like he was the devil himself. His brows were lowered and his head was angled to the side.
Nightmare snickered evilly before replying.
“Monster?” he shook his head with his eyelids closed then peeled them back open, “I’m notta monster, lil’ homie, I’ma f*****g Nightmare…America’s Nightmare.”
Taco shook his head shamefully. Finally he understood. This was a real life Boogey Man standing before his eyes.
“Yo’ turn, Loc.” Nightmare spoke as if to say Hey, it’s your turn t
