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Marcus sat in Milasia’s bed after a long sex session smoking a yay blunt, which was a weed and cocaine mixed blunt.
“Damn I missed you,” he said, passing her the blunt.
“Uh huh. You missed this pussy,” she stated matter-of-factly as she sat up and took a hit from the blunt.
“Yeah, you right. But I missed yo ass too.”
“Shut up stupid,” she replied, laughing. Her cell phone started vibrating, alerting her that she had a text message. She picked it up off of the end table, and responded to the message. She then seen that she also had notifications from Facebook, so she viewed them. “Ugh, I’m so tired of seeing this bitch,” she said, scrolling through her news feed as she took another hit from the blunt and passed it to him.
“Who?” he asked as he took a drag from the blunt.
“You know who. This bitch swears her life is perfect. She’s always callin’ somebody a hoe but sneakin’ around with the next bitch’s nigga and her and her nigga are still together.”
“Damn. How you know?” he asked her, shocked. “She ain’t ever been the hoe type.”
“Cuz I caught her one day, and Cali tried to play me like I was stupid. She stopped by his house not knowin’ I was there, but she stayed in the car while they was outside. I was gon’ walk out and bust her bubble, but I stayed in the house. When he came back in I asked if they still fucked around and he told me no, that it wasn’t even her in the car. But later that day, I ran into her and I was just like woman to woman, are you two still fuckin’ around. She said yeah, every Tuesday.”
“That’s crazy, but why do you care so much?” Marcus asked as he hit the blunt and passed it to her. “You can’t get mad at him for sneakin’ around. Shit, we doin’ the same thing. Everybody is wrong in the situation.”
“I don’t care,” Milasia stated as she hit the blunt. “It just makes me mad cuz he really hurt me over this bitch and he don’t care. And it’s like we just barely got our relationship back to the level it used to be. All I ask was that he stay away from her.”
“Why?”
“Cuz, she’s the reason we fell out in the first place. So I’m like why would you keep fuckin’ with her?”
“It’s not that easy sometimes,” Marcus confessed.
“It can be,” Milasia said as she hit the blunt and passed it to him.
“Would it be easy for you to stop fuckin’ with me?” he asked as he looked her straight in the eyes.
“What we have is different,” she said as she got lost in his charming green eyes, “but yeah, it would.”
“Yeah right, you could never leave this dick alone,” he stated as he took a hit from the blunt.
“Yeah I could,” she declared. “Anyways, I’m not talkin’ about us, I’m talkin’ about them.”
“Shit, stop talkin’ and do somethin’ about it then,” he said as he took another hit from the blunt before passing it to her.
“Like what?” she asked taking a hit from the yay blunt.
“You tell me. You know I got you though.”
“I know,” she said as she sat and pondered for a moment. “You know what? It would be funny if he thought she set him up,” Milasia said as she put the blunt out in the ashtray on the end table.
“How?” he asked, looking at her wide-eyed.
Milasia ran down the details of her plan to Marcus, and he thought about it for a moment.
“Shit, aight. Let me make a call real fast,” he said as he called the one person who he knew was always down to ride for him. Marcus told his homie Smurf to meet up with him at the spot because he needed him to put in work, and would tell Smurf the rest of the details later. Smurf agreed, and Marcus was out of the door to their meeting place.
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When Marcus arrived at the spot, Smurf was already there waiting for him.
“Wassup nigga?” Smurf asked as they exchanged dap while he walked through the door.
“Shit. What’s goin’ on?” Marcus asked as they sat down on the couch. Smurf lit a blunt while he took a swig from the Crown Royal bottle he brought with him.
“Same o’, same o’,” Smurf said as he passed the blunt. “So who we puttin’ in work on?”
“Some nigga named Cali.”
“Where he from?”
“Mafia Projects,” Marcus said with disgust in his voice.
“Oh yeah?” Smurf asked with a smirk.
“Yeah nigga, and we gettin’ paid,” Marcus replied happily.
“Shit you know I’m wit’ it,” Smurf assured him.
“Aight, fa sho’. We doin’ this shit next week. I just need you to get a whip.”
“Shit, we can use the Caddy. I wanted to sell that mothafucka anyway.”
“Coo’.”
The two men finished talking about the details of the plan. They made sure they went through every aspect of the plan, making sure they didn’t miss anything. After Marcus was sure that Smurf knew all that he needed to know, Marcus was out of the door.
The following Tuesday, everything was going according to plan. Cali already had a room and had been awaiting for Aleesha’s arrival, and when she finally got there, the two men sat waiting outside in the Escalade for three hours until she left. Thirty minutes later, Cali was seen leaving the hotel, and they started trailing him.
Marcus, with Smurf riding in the passenger seat, followed Cali as he made a couple of stops at various stores, all the way to Passion’s house. Marcus parked around the corner so that Cali couldn’t see them, but they saw him, and they waited another two hours until Cali was finally leaving.
“Finally this nigga comin’ out,” Marcus said as he started up the car. He drove slowly around the corner and knew it was now or never. He rolled the window down as he put his foot on the accelerator and opened fire.