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job!
     
     
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    Rashaun fired the pistol and the bullet
lodged in the door inches from Tywan’s head. He then lined up his
next shot, Tywan didn’t hesitate. The slug lifted the frail boy off
of his feet.
    Rich scrambled over to his nephew. “Rashaun!
Rashaun!”
    The boy looked at the hole in his shirt and
coughed up blood. “I’m…sorry.”
    “It’s okay, it’s okay! I’m not mad at
you.”
    “It’s burning,” the boy said, grimacing.
Tears rolled from his eyes. “I’m dying, ain’t I, Uncle Rich?”
    “No. Everything’s going to be alright, just
hang on. You’re gonna survive, and I’m gonna have you fresh every
day.”
    “I stood…up…for…what…I believe…”
    He closed his eyes and Rich began to shake
him. “No, God! Rashaun!”
    When it fully dawned on him that his nephew
was dead, he turned to Tywan with a massive frown on his face and
reached for the pistol.
    Tywan felt the slug whiz by his head and
instinctively returned fire. His slug lifted the hundred and twenty
pound boy off his feet and slung him to the floor.
    Tywan gaped at the aftermath of his actions
and silently convinced himself that he had once again killed in
self defense. But as soon as that thought began to soothe him, he
saw Rich grab the gun and he found himself in another do or die
situation.
    Out of all the experiences Rich had sustained in
his fifteen years of being in the game, nothing prepared him for
the horrific sight of seeing his nephew get murdered. It rattled
the core of his soul. None of his problems mattered anymore. Not
the reputation of being a snitch. Not the embarrassment of having
sex with a three-hundred pound Amazon. And surely not the fact that
stress had turned him to snorting cocaine. His nephew’s murder had
solved all of that.
    All that he cared about was the fact he had
failed his nephew’s mother. He had promised her, after his brother
had been murdered a decade ago, that he would raise Rashaun like
his own and would make sure the streets didn’t claim his life. He
knew there was no way he could face her, knowing he had brought the
streets to her son with his activities, and now he was dead.
    Rich grabbed the gun with no real intention
of firing it. He just wanted to be taken out of his misery.
    Agent Kardash pulled up at the house just as the
first gunshot went off. It crossed his mind to call for back up,
but the idea of catching someone in the wrong seemed way more
attractive. He knew nobody willingly wanted to go to jail, and most
did anything to stay out. Even if that meant becoming an
informant.
    He was familiar with the layout of the house,
so he went around the back and picked the lock on the slide door.
He heard a familiar voice and crept to the living room with his gun
drawn.
    Pop!
    The gunshot startled and motivated Kardash to
run into the living room at full speed. “F.B.I.! Freeze!”
    The man fired three shots at Kardash, and he
returned it back as he retreated back the way that he came. He then
heard the front door open and decided that it was time to call for
back up.
    Once that was done, he cautiously re-entered
the living room to find two bodies sprawled out. He couldn’t
identify the younger male, but even with the large hole in his
face, he instantly recognized Rich.
    “Damn, kid. We wasn’t even yet.”
    Kardash noticed the open suitcase and went
over to inspect it. He suddenly came to the conclusion he and Rich
were now even and took the suitcase full of money to his car.
    Tywan waited until the garage door closed
completely before he got out the car. He didn’t want his new
neighbors in this business if they were happening to be
watching.
    Carrying the large suitcase took a lot of
effort that he did not have, so he dragged it, instead. He entered
the side door that gave him access to the kitchen and saw Misty at
the stove cooking.
    “Hey, baby. Your P.O. just…” she paused when
she saw that his shirt was bloody. “Ty! What happened?”
    He allowed