My Gangster

Losing Everything

Tyrone

Me and Laila haven't talked the whole way from Donashia's wake. I knew she blamed her self for thos shit and I blamed myself too. I was still stressed the fuck out since I hadn't bought TJ home, and seeing my baby girl in that casket hurt. Her eyes closed never to open again. Never to smile up at me and make those adorable noises. Every time somebody in my gang would lose somebody. I would tell them to charge it to the game and thug harder for the one you lost. But a this fucking point I was ready to give up. I know I sound like a bitch made nigga throwing in the towel but have you ever lost your fucking child. In mean she was a fucking baby, what the fuck has she ever done to anybody.

Me and Laila both sat in the car waiting as people walked over to the grave. If her wake was that hard I don't think I could see her being lowered into the ground dirt thrown over her casket.

Finally me and Laila got out and heade for Donashia's soon to be grave. When I got there my eyes bugged out my eyes TJ's body was laid over her tomb stone. Laila ran up moving his body a cradling him to her chest she was rocking him back and forth softly and the cops were trying to pull him out of her arms. I wrapped my arms around her from the back and reluctantly she let him go.

"I want them dead." she said no emotion in her voice.

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I was sitting in my office with my cousin Jay, Ralph, and the crew running over the plan on how we were going to take out the Italians. Since I found out they were the ones That took TJ and Donashia's lives they've been the only thing I can think about. All Lai does is cry, eat, and sleep and the doctor says the stress isn't good for her our the baby, so I'm taking these niggas out. FOR GOOD!

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We pulled up to the Italian's warehouse guns blazing. My team was holding up well. Me and my cousins were behind one of our black vans shooting from around the sides. We finally moved up and the bullet moved towards me in slow motion. My cousin Ralph jumped in front of me

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jumped to soon the bullet piercing my chest the last thought that cross my mind before everything went black was my fathers last words. "When going for vengeance dig two graves."

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-_- sorry guys people die... at least he went out likea G!