Grind Mode by Willie Slaughter

Grind Mode by Willie Slaughter

Author:Willie Slaughter [Slaughter, Willie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lock Down Publications
Published: 2019-07-19T04:00:00+00:00


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“Nigga, that’s where that nigga Fred’s mama lives,” one of the gunmen said to Mark.

Mark was in the front van that circled around the block and parked on the back street. He had given orders for the second van to cover the front just in case Fred was inside and he tried to make a break.

As the four masked gunmen crept toward the house, Fred just so happened to be looking out of his bedroom window. “Fuck! How did they know I was here?”

He pulled a bag from under the bed. Thankfully, his parents weren’t home. He pulled out two AKs and a Mack-11. Fred crept back to the window and opened fire on the first two men, catching one with a head shot. The other three gunmen dropped to the ground and fired back. Fred jumped behind the bed as bullets put holes in everything around him. Without second thought he dialed the one number he didn’t want to.

“Nigga, pick up,” he said heart about to beat out of his chest.

The phone rang two more times, but thankfully someone picked up. “Agent Scott speaking,” the agent said, answering the phone.

“I need help! Niggas trying to kill me,” Fred said, panicking. He jumped up, letting off a couple of rounds.

“Is that gunfire?” Agent Scott asked.

“Nah, it’s fireworks,” Fred said sarcastically.

“Where are you?” the agent asked.

“You know where a nigga at! Y’all keep tabs on me,” Fred snapped.

“Listen, if you want my help, you got to answer my questions,” Agent Scott said calmly.

“A’ight! A'ight! I’m at my mama’s house,” Fred yelled through the phone at the agent.

“Stay put. We got a team coming your way,” said Agent Scott.

Fred hung up and prayed they’d be there soon.

“Man, jump the back gate, shoot up the back door, and kick it in,” Fred heard one of the gunmen say to another.

“Fuck!” Fred screamed.

As he stood to go cover the rear, he got hit in the side. The impact sent him back to the wall, where he slid down to the floor. Blood was leaking to the floor from his right side. The pain was crucial. He tried to stand, but was on one knee when they cornered him. When he looked up, he was looking down the barrel of a gun. That alone told him it was his last day on earth.

“Drop the gun, Fred,” demanded one of the masked gunmen.

He complied. They rushed him and took him out the back door because they knew it wouldn’t be long before the police came. They put him in the van and turned off the street as three patrol cars passed them. The masked man in the back check Fred over.

“You’ll live.” The man looked at the blood soaking through the shirt. “It’s just a flesh wound.” He flipped open his phone and made a call. “We got him. He put up a fight and he got shot in the side. It’s only a flesh wound. The bullet went through.”

He hung up the phone and tapped the back of the driver’s seat.



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