him, but she had promised him five minutes of head, two minutes of fuck. They had a long night ahead of them. Then, suddenly, their lives were interrupted.
Boom! Boom! Monique was blown all over the walls. Poor girl! She was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong white boy. Just knowing him had gotten her killed. Frankie screamed out in horror as he realized that she was a fucking corpse, and he pushed what was left of the poor girl to the side.
The men cocked their guns and put the barrels to Frankie’s head. “Please, don’t let us disturb you!”
“Continue what you were doing, motherfucker!”
Frankie froze. “Excuse me?”
“No, please, finish.” They made him pick up the girl’s dead body and continue having sex with her bloody corpse.
Frankie did as he was told. He had the dry heaves. The most ironic part about performing this humiliating act was that he was high on heroin, so he stayed hard longer. He began to throw up all over the dead girl.
The men stood around and laughed. They spoke in Ukrainian. One said, “Vin zakochany!”
“Yes, he’s in love!” another translated with a thick Ukrainian accent.
All the men were laughing hysterically when one of Mr. Y’s soldiers walked in. “Where is the rest of the money, you piece of shit?” He then spit in Frankie’s face and took off his coat.
One man stayed in the room with Dawn. Three stayed with Frankie and what was left of Monique.
As the man closed the door, he vowed to torture Frankie until he got what he wanted.
The mobster said, “I’m just gonna torture you because I like to torture people!”
Dawn could hear Frankie’s screams as the door squealed shut. She was sitting on the couch with the big dude just standing at the door like she wasn’t even there. She thought that maybe she should run for the door. But damn, what if there are more outside? Wait, no. Damn! What should I do?! Shit, maybe the bathroom?
She raised her hand as if she was in school. The man paid her no mind. “Sir, I have to use the bathroom.” Still nothing from the big, silent man. She stood up. The goon popped one shot from the assault rifle right between her legs and into the cushion, without even looking at her,
She screamed, wiped at her bloody lip, and sat down quickly.
Spazo had heard everything and he felt helpless. He wanted to scream out, but he also wanted to keep the line open.
Brain Boy’s real name was Jason. He was one of the cats Spazo grew up with and was part of the crew. He was smart. When he was only eight years old, he took a computer apart and reassembled it in less than an hour. He’d been doing things like that his entire life. The only problem with Brain Boy was that he grew up in the projects with Spazo, and, as smart as he was, he was tough, so nobody messed with him. He was also one of the main generals in the GC Crew.
“What the fuck is happening, Spaz?”
“I don’t know, but Dawn is there. I heard shots and it sounds like some fuckin’ Russian niggas. I don’t know, but baby girl left the phone line open. I need you to trace this shit for me!”
“Cool, I’ll send you the address in about three minutes, man,” Brain said.
Spazo and 18 goons loaded into two Yukon Denalis. As soon as he sat behind the wheel, the address popped up on the screen in the truck. “She’s out in Tenafly, New Jersey.”
“Where? Where the fuck is that?” his men asked simultaneously.
Spazo smiled. “Tenafly is right behind, like, Englewood and shit.” He tried to give them an area of Jersey that they knew.
From where they were in the Polo Grounds, it would take them nearly 45 minutes or more to get there, so Spazo drove like a wild man. Whenever his baby sister was involved, he knew how to make time speed up.
The men were flying across the GWB as if they were allowed to weave in and out of cars. Spazo had opened the phone line over the speaker system in the truck. He thought he could hear faint screaming.
Boom! Boom! Monique was blown all over the walls. Poor girl! She was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong white boy. Just knowing him had gotten her killed. Frankie screamed out in horror as he realized that she was a fucking corpse, and he pushed what was left of the poor girl to the side.
The men cocked their guns and put the barrels to Frankie’s head. “Please, don’t let us disturb you!”
“Continue what you were doing, motherfucker!”
Frankie froze. “Excuse me?”
“No, please, finish.” They made him pick up the girl’s dead body and continue having sex with her bloody corpse.
Frankie did as he was told. He had the dry heaves. The most ironic part about performing this humiliating act was that he was high on heroin, so he stayed hard longer. He began to throw up all over the dead girl.
The men stood around and laughed. They spoke in Ukrainian. One said, “Vin zakochany!”
“Yes, he’s in love!” another translated with a thick Ukrainian accent.
All the men were laughing hysterically when one of Mr. Y’s soldiers walked in. “Where is the rest of the money, you piece of shit?” He then spit in Frankie’s face and took off his coat.
One man stayed in the room with Dawn. Three stayed with Frankie and what was left of Monique.
As the man closed the door, he vowed to torture Frankie until he got what he wanted.
The mobster said, “I’m just gonna torture you because I like to torture people!”
Dawn could hear Frankie’s screams as the door squealed shut. She was sitting on the couch with the big dude just standing at the door like she wasn’t even there. She thought that maybe she should run for the door. But damn, what if there are more outside? Wait, no. Damn! What should I do?! Shit, maybe the bathroom?
She raised her hand as if she was in school. The man paid her no mind. “Sir, I have to use the bathroom.” Still nothing from the big, silent man. She stood up. The goon popped one shot from the assault rifle right between her legs and into the cushion, without even looking at her,
She screamed, wiped at her bloody lip, and sat down quickly.
Spazo had heard everything and he felt helpless. He wanted to scream out, but he also wanted to keep the line open.
Brain Boy’s real name was Jason. He was one of the cats Spazo grew up with and was part of the crew. He was smart. When he was only eight years old, he took a computer apart and reassembled it in less than an hour. He’d been doing things like that his entire life. The only problem with Brain Boy was that he grew up in the projects with Spazo, and, as smart as he was, he was tough, so nobody messed with him. He was also one of the main generals in the GC Crew.
“What the fuck is happening, Spaz?”
“I don’t know, but Dawn is there. I heard shots and it sounds like some fuckin’ Russian niggas. I don’t know, but baby girl left the phone line open. I need you to trace this shit for me!”
“Cool, I’ll send you the address in about three minutes, man,” Brain said.
Spazo and 18 goons loaded into two Yukon Denalis. As soon as he sat behind the wheel, the address popped up on the screen in the truck. “She’s out in Tenafly, New Jersey.”
“Where? Where the fuck is that?” his men asked simultaneously.
Spazo smiled. “Tenafly is right behind, like, Englewood and shit.” He tried to give them an area of Jersey that they knew.
From where they were in the Polo Grounds, it would take them nearly 45 minutes or more to get there, so Spazo drove like a wild man. Whenever his baby sister was involved, he knew how to make time speed up.
The men were flying across the GWB as if they were allowed to weave in and out of cars. Spazo had opened the phone line over the speaker system in the truck. He thought he could hear faint screaming.
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