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The sudden death of dreams( Chapter 5-Inferno)
"I is telling ya bud, I ain't got nothing to do with Den White, he cheated us out of our money and ran away with it and no we ain't filing a complaint, there's 'nuff stuff on our plate without more dogs comin to sniff like...", Zach said.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, let me just cut you off over there, Mr Paul, I sense some real hostility over here, we are trying to help, but if you don't co-operate we have to transfer the case from the LAPD to the FBI.", Franklin Anderson smirked, he knew he could get a truckload of cash from this bozo, he had heard rumours about their gang affiliations and he would surely use it to his advantage against Zacharias Paul.
Zacharias on the other hand was thinking hard and was also thinking fast, he couldn't snitch on his best friend, even though the guy was downright reckless and cared about nothing,even his own career, but he was his best bud since childhood, he had taken a knife for him, and even though with him gone, Zacharias had probably dodged a bullet he couldn't fathom life without Denezius. All the crazy rave parties, the drugs, the threesomes, the bukkakes they had had, above all Den would always take a bullet to the chest for his friend and it was never the other way round, Bisar Hektro was jealous of Den and he had never gotten into the core group which consisted of Zach and Den.
"No officer, I don't think I can tell you anything,", Zach said using a civilised tone this time.
Anderson wasn't someone who gave up that easy, the interrogation went on for another half hour but when he was unable to extract a statement he gave up, threatening Zach to end his record label and his business. Zach finally came out of the cop shop and went to the nursing home where Abkortas was recovering, he was their childhood friend as well, and Den's emotions weren't exactly unwarranted.
"I feel like shit right now, my nigga, I had everything under control and now after helping mah muthaphuckking friend out I can't even go back to my house and company.", Den sighed.
"It's alright boss", Malumo said, "I talked to the MS 13 members, they said they'd frame it as a gang murder, but nevertheless you gotta be careful, the 18th Street has put a bounty on your head, 2.5 million dollars, and I hear a Hitman has been hired."
"You know I ain't damn scared of nothing hombre. Come on now cuz, I know with y'all MS 13 niggaz ain't nobody gon even touch my pride. Another one bites the dust, haha", Den said, throwing the Hennessey bottle into the bin.
"It's better if we's cautious, otherwise.........FUCK! boss is you okay?"
Malumo asked urgently
Ten rounds of gunshots had just gotten in from the window and had drawn a crimson trail near Den's hand, he was barely moving, and his eyes were bloodshot as if they had been shot too, inside his head the only thoughts that were revolving were that he could not be the best man at Zach's wedding
The End
© Dhritiman
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, let me just cut you off over there, Mr Paul, I sense some real hostility over here, we are trying to help, but if you don't co-operate we have to transfer the case from the LAPD to the FBI.", Franklin Anderson smirked, he knew he could get a truckload of cash from this bozo, he had heard rumours about their gang affiliations and he would surely use it to his advantage against Zacharias Paul.
Zacharias on the other hand was thinking hard and was also thinking fast, he couldn't snitch on his best friend, even though the guy was downright reckless and cared about nothing,even his own career, but he was his best bud since childhood, he had taken a knife for him, and even though with him gone, Zacharias had probably dodged a bullet he couldn't fathom life without Denezius. All the crazy rave parties, the drugs, the threesomes, the bukkakes they had had, above all Den would always take a bullet to the chest for his friend and it was never the other way round, Bisar Hektro was jealous of Den and he had never gotten into the core group which consisted of Zach and Den.
"No officer, I don't think I can tell you anything,", Zach said using a civilised tone this time.
Anderson wasn't someone who gave up that easy, the interrogation went on for another half hour but when he was unable to extract a statement he gave up, threatening Zach to end his record label and his business. Zach finally came out of the cop shop and went to the nursing home where Abkortas was recovering, he was their childhood friend as well, and Den's emotions weren't exactly unwarranted.
"I feel like shit right now, my nigga, I had everything under control and now after helping mah muthaphuckking friend out I can't even go back to my house and company.", Den sighed.
"It's alright boss", Malumo said, "I talked to the MS 13 members, they said they'd frame it as a gang murder, but nevertheless you gotta be careful, the 18th Street has put a bounty on your head, 2.5 million dollars, and I hear a Hitman has been hired."
"You know I ain't damn scared of nothing hombre. Come on now cuz, I know with y'all MS 13 niggaz ain't nobody gon even touch my pride. Another one bites the dust, haha", Den said, throwing the Hennessey bottle into the bin.
"It's better if we's cautious, otherwise.........FUCK! boss is you okay?"
Malumo asked urgently
Ten rounds of gunshots had just gotten in from the window and had drawn a crimson trail near Den's hand, he was barely moving, and his eyes were bloodshot as if they had been shot too, inside his head the only thoughts that were revolving were that he could not be the best man at Zach's wedding
The End
© Dhritiman
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