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had been trained to deal with these kinds of situations, but they also cared if they lived to see tomorrow. Dougie knew that this was his last day and acted as such as he let loose round after round.
    But Dougie’s camaraderie was his weakness, his emotions overrode his intellect and made the mistake of checking on Bennie. Maybe he was still alive. He blasted his way to where Bennie lay. Gunned with one hand while checking Bennie’s pulse with the other. “What the fuck you doing, Dougie?” Jason screamed knowing that it was a dumb move and could be detrimental to them. “He’s dead.”
    The reality of his man, cousin and best friend lying dead in front of him, literally fucked him up. His bold plan of attack, was no longer strategic, it had suddenly become emotional. Doug was pissed the fuck off. He rose up opened fire on everything in his line of fire. The different caliber of weapons sounded like a gun range with everyone firing simultaneously. The sound of bullets hitting metal, glass shattering, screeching tires, and police sirens flooded the air waves.
    As Dougie looked up to hear what Jason was saying a chunk of his scalp got peeled back. The AR-15 fell from his hands a he flew backward, then a slug ripped through his head knocking a huge chunk out then another one and another. He hit the ground, sprawled out like a dead bird.
    Jason ran to the van, by luck or the Grace of God, he managed to make it there. He tossed the deceased driver to the ground, climbed inside put the vehicle in drive. He mashed the petal all the way down to the floor. The van accelerated and sped toward the police vehicles. He rammed into them as they opened fired on the van. He ducked down and floored the gas petal. He turned the corner and the engine died. He sniffed some coke, opened the door and hopped out, with his weapon in hand. Four bullets riddled his back, but they didn’t stop him. He felt invincible like Scarface. He continued on, as two more slugs ripped through the back of his legs. He fell and quickly flipped onto his back, placed the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. His brains flew through the top of his head. His arms and weapons dropped at his side as he released his bowels and any life left in him. The police officers squatted down behind the parked vehicles as they slowly advanced toward the corpse. Once they seen that he was deceased they lowered their weapons.
    What the fuck had just happened? Was the question everybody had on their minds.

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    â€œDoing it now, my nig. We ain’t do too bad, either.” Spoe said, with no emotion, into his phone of what seemed like a quick, one-way conversation. “Yo, I’m going to finish this shit up, take a shower. By the time you do what you need to do, come through and pick up your bread,” he said and disconnected the phone and threw it in the mix of all the paper he was trying to sort out.
    The goose down, crisp white comforter on the king size bed had quickly turned money green due to the bills of dead American Presidents that covered the beautiful bed. While kneeling his sexy, muscular body down, on the side of the mattress, Spoe seemed to be quite exhausted as he sorted and stacked the Benjamins, Grants, Jacksons, Hamiliton, Lincolns, and Jeffersons into one thousand dollar piles. He had been counting and stacking the bread for more than an hour. The funny thing was that taking it had been an easier job than counting it. So far the count was better than half a million.
    â€œThe fruit from a long day of labor, baby?” Spoe’s girlfriend, Bunny, came into the room and walked behind him. She kissed his neck and massaged his tensed shoulders. “That’s a lot of money, daddy.”
    Any presence of her lit up the room and his face, “You know it.” He spun around and gave her a long, wet tongue kiss. “All for us baby.” And he meant every dimension of those words.
    Spoe was old school in so many