bound and beaten severely before her murder.
“What we do to niggas like this, Rocko?” Po asked as he grinned and looked at his right-hand man.
“First, I’ma shoot this nasty mu’fucka’s dick off, and then stuff it down his throat,” Rocko said as he kept his gun pointed at Samad.
“You a crazy mu’fucka, Rock, you know that?” Po said as he chuckled at his right hand.
“Look, I have a million dollars’ worth of pure unstepped on cocaine in my safe. It’s all yours if you let me go. It’s behind the picture on the wall,” Samad nodded desperately toward the original Picasso in the room. “You seem like a businessman. Let’s make a deal. I know you are not going to let this filthy bitch come between you and money, right?” Samad pleaded as he unleashed a nervous laugh.
“Oh yeah?” Po asked said as his eyes lit up.
“That’s right. You can have it all,” Samad said as he sweated profusely.
“That’s a nice deal. But I got an even better one for you,” Po said as he put his gun in his waist and began to rub his hands together.
Samad smiled and it seemed as if a ton of bricks were just lifted from his shoulders. “I knew you were a smart man,” he said as he slowly sat up and wiped the blood from his mouth. “What’s the deal?” he asked.
“You’re going to give me the combo to the safe, and I am going to skip the torture and let Rocko put you to sleep with two shots to the head,” Po said as he nodded to Rock. Rocko then pointed the gun toward Samad’s exposed penis.
“Now, what is the safe combo? If you lie or take too long to answer, my man’s going to shoot off your dick, playboy,” Po stated.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Think about this. I have guards outside. If they hear any gunshots, they are going to come up here guns blazing. I have twenty men on staff. So think about it. Your two guns up against my twenty. That’s not good odds,” Samad was quick to point out.
“Well, I want to introduce you to my friend. His name is ‘Silencer,’” Po said as he dug into his gardener jumpsuit and pulled out a screw-on silencer. He then tossed it to Rocko who twisted it on the tip of his gun, then immediately pointed the gun back at Samad’s crotch.
“What’s the combo?” Po asked calmly as he walked up to Samad and looked down at him. Samad hesitated and didn’t say a word as he and Po locked eyes. That’s when Po looked at Rocko and gave him a nod and almost immediately Rocko blew Samad’s dick off. Samad squealed in pain as he saw his bloody crotch and a piece of his penis blown off. He squirmed like a fish as he began to shake feverishly.
Po looked over at Liberty, and she looked at him. “Are you okay?” he asked. She nodded her head yes and looked at Samad squirm in complete agony.
“I want to watch,” she said as she turned her body toward Samad.
“Looks like you got a gangster on your hands,” Rocko said as he smiled at Po, and then looked at Liberty. Po returned the smile before focusing his attention back on Samad.
“Now, I’m going to ask you again. Next shot is going to blow your balls clean off,” Po promised as he watched Samad cry like a baby.
“Agh. Oh, Allah!” Samad said as he panted heavily. “Eight, fourteen, twenty-six. That’s the combo,” he cried as he applied pressure to his crotch trying to stop the profuse bleeding.
Po went over to the painting and took it off the wall.Just like Samad said, there was a huge hidden safe behind the painting. Po put the combo in, and it opened, exposing plastic-wrapped bricks of cocaine. Each one of the bricks had a stamp on it that read “epidemic.” His face lit up like a kid’s in the candy store. He looked at Rocko and smiled. Rocko then pointed his gun at Samad’s head and prepared to pull the trigger, rocking him to sleep forever.
“Hold up!” Po yelled as he walked over to Liberty. He looked at Rocko and signaled for him to toss him the gun. Po then handed it to Liberty. “You want to
“What we do to niggas like this, Rocko?” Po asked as he grinned and looked at his right-hand man.
“First, I’ma shoot this nasty mu’fucka’s dick off, and then stuff it down his throat,” Rocko said as he kept his gun pointed at Samad.
“You a crazy mu’fucka, Rock, you know that?” Po said as he chuckled at his right hand.
“Look, I have a million dollars’ worth of pure unstepped on cocaine in my safe. It’s all yours if you let me go. It’s behind the picture on the wall,” Samad nodded desperately toward the original Picasso in the room. “You seem like a businessman. Let’s make a deal. I know you are not going to let this filthy bitch come between you and money, right?” Samad pleaded as he unleashed a nervous laugh.
“Oh yeah?” Po asked said as his eyes lit up.
“That’s right. You can have it all,” Samad said as he sweated profusely.
“That’s a nice deal. But I got an even better one for you,” Po said as he put his gun in his waist and began to rub his hands together.
Samad smiled and it seemed as if a ton of bricks were just lifted from his shoulders. “I knew you were a smart man,” he said as he slowly sat up and wiped the blood from his mouth. “What’s the deal?” he asked.
“You’re going to give me the combo to the safe, and I am going to skip the torture and let Rocko put you to sleep with two shots to the head,” Po said as he nodded to Rock. Rocko then pointed the gun toward Samad’s exposed penis.
“Now, what is the safe combo? If you lie or take too long to answer, my man’s going to shoot off your dick, playboy,” Po stated.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Think about this. I have guards outside. If they hear any gunshots, they are going to come up here guns blazing. I have twenty men on staff. So think about it. Your two guns up against my twenty. That’s not good odds,” Samad was quick to point out.
“Well, I want to introduce you to my friend. His name is ‘Silencer,’” Po said as he dug into his gardener jumpsuit and pulled out a screw-on silencer. He then tossed it to Rocko who twisted it on the tip of his gun, then immediately pointed the gun back at Samad’s crotch.
“What’s the combo?” Po asked calmly as he walked up to Samad and looked down at him. Samad hesitated and didn’t say a word as he and Po locked eyes. That’s when Po looked at Rocko and gave him a nod and almost immediately Rocko blew Samad’s dick off. Samad squealed in pain as he saw his bloody crotch and a piece of his penis blown off. He squirmed like a fish as he began to shake feverishly.
Po looked over at Liberty, and she looked at him. “Are you okay?” he asked. She nodded her head yes and looked at Samad squirm in complete agony.
“I want to watch,” she said as she turned her body toward Samad.
“Looks like you got a gangster on your hands,” Rocko said as he smiled at Po, and then looked at Liberty. Po returned the smile before focusing his attention back on Samad.
“Now, I’m going to ask you again. Next shot is going to blow your balls clean off,” Po promised as he watched Samad cry like a baby.
“Agh. Oh, Allah!” Samad said as he panted heavily. “Eight, fourteen, twenty-six. That’s the combo,” he cried as he applied pressure to his crotch trying to stop the profuse bleeding.
Po went over to the painting and took it off the wall.Just like Samad said, there was a huge hidden safe behind the painting. Po put the combo in, and it opened, exposing plastic-wrapped bricks of cocaine. Each one of the bricks had a stamp on it that read “epidemic.” His face lit up like a kid’s in the candy store. He looked at Rocko and smiled. Rocko then pointed his gun at Samad’s head and prepared to pull the trigger, rocking him to sleep forever.
“Hold up!” Po yelled as he walked over to Liberty. He looked at Rocko and signaled for him to toss him the gun. Po then handed it to Liberty. “You want to
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