his hands dirty. He would never survive in a game this treacherous if he didnât. He needed to make a name for himself ⦠to earn his place. He needed to put in work to gain respect. Nothing would be given; it was all earned through blood. Even the most papered-up hustler could be clowned if he hadnât earned his stripes. The time was now and Noah wasnât turning down any opportunity to cement himself in the game.
âMy little niggas knocked over a liquor store a few weeks ago. The bitch who work there got popped, but she still breathing. They need that problem taken care of and theyâre willing to pay big money to whoever makes it happen, you feel me? They got an address and everything. Sheâs a witness and they need her to disappear,â Keon stated.
Noahâs breath caught in his throat as his stomach went hollow at the mention of the job. He kept a poker face as he replied, âHow much?â He needed to know the price that was placed on Bleuâs head.
âTwenty thousand dollars,â Keon said. âIf you in it with me, thatâs ten racks each. I was gonna do it dolo, but another pair of eyes is never a bad idea. Iâm in that bitch tonight if you with it,â Keon said. Noah wasnât a fool. He knew that the bag must have been double that. Keon was taking his fee off the top for simply plugging the job.
âMurder ainât my game,â Noah replied.
âYeah, well, somebody gonna make that bread. It may as well be us,â Keon replied.
Noahâs temperature rose as he thought of the danger Bleu was in. Bleuâs stepfather knew that she had moved in with Noah, and he knew that her parents would give her up without a second thought. Noah was trapped between a rock and a hard place as he thought of the bounty. Keon was known for his ruthlessness, and if Noah had to choose between riding for him and protecting Bleu it was a no-brainer.
BOOM! BOOM!
Noah put two bullets in Keonâs belly. Keon fell back out of the cheap chair as he looked up in astonishment while gripping his bleeding torso.
âYou shot me?â he gasped in disbelief as Noah stood abruptly. He never knew how badly he would shake when he pulled the trigger. He was just as fear filled as Keon as they both realized the weight behind Noahâs actions. âYou muthafucka!â Keon growled as he reached to his waistline to draw his pistol.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Noah hit Keon with three more shots, one landing in the middle of his forehead, laying him to rest permanently. Noahâs eyes shot frantically around the room as he put his hands to the sides of his head in distress. The contents of his stomach erupted as he rushed to the kitchen sink.
âArghhh!â he spewed as he breathed frantically while gripping the sides of the sink. âFuck! Fuck!â
The smell of feces filled the air from Keon having released his bowels when the last breath left his body. The smell was disgusting and Noah wiped his mouth with his hand, feeling the walls closing in on him. It was the reaction that most had after catching their first body. An extreme queasiness filled his gut as he tried to counter the urge to vomit with deep breaths. Murder would get easier with experience, but today he was an amateur and fear urged him on as he grabbed the bleach from beneath the kitchen sink. He poured it down the drain, cleaning out his own vomit, and attempted to wipe down the things he had touched in the house before making his departure.
Rushing from room to room, he searched through the entire house until he stumbled upon two shoe boxes, tucked away in the top of a closet. Popping the tops, he realized what he had found. A half a brick of heroin sat neatly inside one of them, and the other was boxful of money. His heart raced and his eyes widened as he realized he had found Keonâs stash. Noah scooped up both boxes and took one last look at Keon before stepping over his body and