Page 50 of Cove City: Vol. I

Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat!

The glass began to shatter as the bullets sang their way through the building. He turned to Bishop’s ride and sprayed it up.

Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat!

He dropped the empty clip, stuck his hand in his pocket and reloaded.

I saw Foe jumping up and down. “Fire that shit up nigga!”

He cocked his gun back again as he walked up to the door. He kicked it in, allowing the remainder of the glass to crash to the ground. We rushed in behind him. He swung around the corner. He removed his helmet letting it hit the floor, “One, two, Bishop where the fuck are you?!” he started.

Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat!

“Three, four, hoe nigga I’m at your door.”

Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat!

“Five, six, bitch nigga I came to fuck up shit.”

Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat!

“Seven, eight, you got the right nigga today.”

Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat!

“Nine, ten,” he paused as he moved the gun around.

Someone ran across. “Bingo!” Chevy said. “Bishop, why are you running?”

Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-a-tat-tat!

Chevy had completely fucked the lounge up. He left no room for us to do anything. Bishop came from the back with a shotgun. He began moving toward Chevy as he cocked his shit with one hand. Then out came Pierre and another nigga with their guns aimed. So, we came ready. A group of niggas standing in themiddle of a fucked up lounge aiming guns at each other waiting to shoot.

“Bitch nigga you burned my shit down?” Chevy gritted as he moved closer to Bishop.

“Are you a simple nigga? Why—”

“Simple as muhfucka. Simple enough to blow them tacky ass waves back.”

“Crazy just like yo momma.” Bishop laughed.

Chevy drew his choppa back, and before he could swing, Indigo came running out. “Chevy or June or Clark, whatever, please!” she cried.

“Indigo get yo ass out the way.”

“Nigga watch how you talk to her before I stick this muhfucka in yo mouth.”

My phone vibrated in my pocket. Now wasn’t the time to pull it out, but it rang again. I pulled it out, and when I saw where it was from, I didn’t give a fuck. I answered it while having my gun aimed. “Who dis?”

“Hi, I’m calling for Zeus Jackson,” the lady said.

Bishop pointed my way, “Y’all niggas are a fucking joke.”

My head snapped his way.Bloaw!

“I’m not Chevy I don’t have a reason to spare your bitch ass!” I gritted.

The sound of the lady's voice came in, “Mr. Jackson, hello?”

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