Chapter Seven
“So what’s up with this clown that popped Nightmare?” Paybacc asked as he dipped his hand into an aquarium and pulled out his pet python. The dread lock rocking killer acquired the serpent not long after he’d touchdown in the hood. Paybacc gently stroked the snake as he carried him over to the couch and propped his feet upon the coffee-table.
“Nigga laid up in County, man. He’s in a coma. The boys are watching over him so there ain’t no way we can touch ’em.” This was Domino. He was leaning against the stove with his arms folded to his chest and chewing on a Twizzler.
“Nightmare gave ’em two before One Time punched his clock in,” Wacko added from where he was sitting on the loveseat flipping through cable channels. “Who knows? He may check out and save us the bullets.”
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