Police cars pulled up to the store while a scowling Tiaz was en route to Lil’ Stan. The youngster didn’t show any fear though. He was G with his. His scowl matched the thug’s own.
“You got balls, my nigga, but I don’t think you’re crazy enough to pop me with a room full of witnesses and The Boys at the door.” He cracked a smile, displaying a perfect top row of white teeth and bunched bottom teeth.
Tiaz spat on the floor and pressed the barrel of his gun between the little nigga’z eyes. The whole time he kept his game face. His heart quickened, but he refused to leave this world anything less than a gangsta.
“Freeze, motherfucker!” A cop bellowed from the doorway. He had his gun drawn on Tiaz. “Drop the gun now!”
Neither Tiaz nor Lil’ Stan heard the police officer. They had completely
