Loyal 2 Da Hood by MizRok

Author:MizRok [MizRok]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503521551
Publisher: Xlibris US
Published: 2015-03-09T04:00:00+00:00

At ten p.m. on the dot, Boss One walked into a grieving hotel room. I broke the silence by setting forth direct orders, “From today on, all Roaches are to die on sight! I do not care if you see one of them with their mothers or kids! They must stop living! If it comes to light otherwise, one might as well pick out your own casket!” That is all that I invoked and left.

That same night, war with our nemesis surceased. Blackrob, Mexicano, and K-Rock went to flame up a Roach block in East Boston. Hammered-up behind tints is how they crept down Lexington Street in Mexicano’s red Escalade truck. Grey bandannas rested on different body parts of nine individuals standing in front of a pink house. Bloodychino’s black Blazer truck moved stealthily up Lexington Street conveying four-Five-six, Shine, Rizzo, Klover, and Dago. All at once, the brothers hopped out of their vehicles slaughterously.

four-Five-six shot Trigger, a short Cambodian kid, leaving a 10-gauge hole right through his stomach that splattered the unlucky individual’s insides against a car door. Dago caught Gio, a slim El Salvadorian nigga trying to hop a fence, by ringing four .25 caliber bullets into an assailable back. As he was falling, Mexicano hit’em up with three rapid shots from a Keltic nine millimeter pistol. Blackrob squeezed off an Uzi, riddling two ill-fated Vietnamese motherfuckers. When said gunfire cutoff, both dead bodies continued shaking from the impact. Klover ran up on Eko, a slender white boy and aired him out with a five-shot nine revolver. The back of Eko’s head exploded as the short dude dropped. A stocky Cambodian guy shot Mexicano’s thigh, but K-Rock sent seven whizzing bullets from a .22 Ruger, which touched an ear, hand, and temple. Shine ran inside of the pink house, while racking-back a 12-gauge, as Rizzo trailed pumping the same type of shotty. KLABOOM! KLABOOM! KLABOOM! KLABOOM! KLABOOM! KLABOOM! KLABOOM! KLABOOM! Bloodychino gunned at three UNLV Rebels with a .380 automatic handgun. Luckily, they made it over a fence. I think that one of them got hit, but the chink just kept it moving. It didn’t matter anyways, because today was the end of their existence.

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