Kaylen was gone.
As I choked on blood, I wondered if I had heard Zo correctly. Kingston made sure that he shot my ass so that I would bleed out slow. The pain was unbearable and I wanted to die.
As he stood over me, watching my struggle to get my last breath, I looked at him and saw that his eyes were blank, expressionless and emotionless. I knew that look. It was the same look that Mercy had. That was the type of look that a nigga that had nothing to lose had. Dead eyes. He was watching me die as if it wasn’t nothing but an episode of Meet the Browns or some shit.
My brain was scattered. All I could think about was my life. My many decisions flashed through my mind. I wasn’t sorry for none of them. Except for getting Ra’Sheena killed. I missed my bitch. She was the only one willing to ride for a nigga. Instead of paying her attention, I put all my efforts into Kaylen and Zo’s bitch ass.
“You said your prayers?” Kingston asked me.
Him and the other guy with him were peering down at me as they watched me struggle to preserve what was left with my life.
“Don’t give that nigga time to say no fucking prayers,” the other guy said. He stepped out and pressed down on one of the bullet holes in my shoulder with his foot.
I wheezed loudly from the pain, my breathing accelerated as I heard their laughter above me.
“Lights out,” Kingston said.
I opened my eyes just in time to look through the barrel of his gun.
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