That night as I laid in Christian’s arms I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop seeing Reese being carried in a b****y mess. In my mind I saw Christian also stretched out, unresponsive. I saw the face of every person that I loved down to Charlie. There had to be and alternate ending but I failed to see it. One way or another there would be more bloodshed. We had real out for blood enemies. Christian’s cousin may be cool if we told his that we needed a little more time on the return but how the hell were we going to make twelve hundred dollar?
This s**t made me want to hit downtown federal. Still even if we got the twelve hundred there this Hawthorne guy. It was either him or me in the case of our beef. There was no talking to that guy. His hatred for me and for my father was at boiling point.
