“Y’all close the door; I don’t want everybody in my business.” Paybacc told them.
Domino closed the door and picked up a MP-5 while Wacko grabbed an AR-18. They envisioned themselves blazing at their enemies just as Paybacc had.
“Nightmare left you these?” Wacko asked.
“Yeah, he asked that I put’em to good use, too. So you know what that means.”
“Killing season, my gangstas,” Domino said, bug eyed and licking his lips. The expression on his face was a mixture of excitement and insanity. It was something about doing dirt that gave him a high that no drug could ever mimic.
Wacko glanced at the chest. “What’s in the chest?”
Paybacc stepped in front of Wacko’s view of the chest holding the Tec-9s. “Why are you so nosey, cuz?” his face twisted, he hated a mothafucka that didn’t mind his o
