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POW!
That was the last sound Cali heard before everything went dark. A few minutes earlier he would’ve never thought he would be looking down the barrel of a gun. He was just leaving his baby momma Passion’s crib when he noticed the black Cadillac Escalade slowly creeping around the corner as he walked toward his 7 Series BMW. He didn’t think anything of it because Passion lived in a pretty safe neighborhood in Redlands, until it was too late. As he was reaching to open his car door, he heard the screeching of tires and gunshots.
POW, POW, POW, POW, POW!
The loud gunshots rang out the car as Cali fell face first on the pavement. “Ahhh!” he howled out as his body hit the floor.
The burning sensation from the gunshot wounds he was suffering from became unbearable. He was hit once in his lower abdomen and twice in the right leg. The vehicle got a few houses down when it stopped and a masked man stepped out from the passenger’s side. Cali had turned on his back and was able to see the man get out and walk toward him.
As his assailant got closer, Cali knew that this was his karma finally catching up to him, and all he could think about was his daughter. He kept wondering about her life without a father, and was it worth all the risks and wrong doings that got him here. He prayed one last prayer to God, promising that if He was to let him see another day, he would be a better father and leave the fast life of gang banging, hustling, and partying, alone.
When the masked man finally made it to Cali, he hovered over him and started taunting him.
“Do it already,” Cali’s deep voice bellowed as he began to cough up blood.
“Ha-ha, bitch nigga,” the man said while laughing. Then he pumped one last slug into Cali’s chest.