BGSB
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"We haven't made up our mind yet Jon and the list is not even out, Everyone is committed to this mafia family you certainly do not compare your work with that of Spark...you want this capo of a thing then prove to me why I should hand it over to you, we are done talking I should go" biebie walked away from him, Jonathan went after her as they both enter in the room the enemy is mutilated.
She observed the room glancing at the spark bandage arm with the guards standing on each path of the entrance. She walked around to the seat at the end of the room.
"Not my 10000 dollars rug, jeez spark couldn't it be anywhere" Biebie said, the enemy who was tied to a chair bleeding from his mouth and nostril his head whipped to the side hanging, heard a feminine voice with one of his eyes barely open he shrieked.
"The cops are doing a thorough search in the warehouse, All the product is damaged and it's been a long way so we left everything," Spark said, biebie picked up the remote and switched on the TV to a news Chanel breaking the news on the warehouse.
"Earlier today there has been gun violence in 11th street, dead bodies were discovered and strollers of cocaine" The report continues to speak on the material the police found from the warehouse.
"So you agreed is a robbery, not a gang threat," biebie asked reducing the volume of the television.
"That's what he kept saying, that they only came to rob, I find his words believing because the date he mentioned matched the day I lost my products," Spark said.
"And you're sure is all he got," biebie asked Spark, he hesitated to answer, looking at how he tortured him yet the same thing.
"I'm afraid he's not telling the entire truth" Jon smacked the other side of his face which still had flesh on it with his gun making him choke on his blood.
"I'm telling the truth, why can't you get over with it, and kill me" Jon put his gun in his mouth his fingers on the trigger with a dead stern he was choking on the gun.
"Let him go Jon" biebie stepped in. Jon took his gun from the enemy's mouth, he was going to die anyway and there was nothing they were going to get from him, not even the origin of the gun they used in the robbery.
"Tell me about the gun you use, Where does it come from" biebie asked from her seat, Spark turned the chair around to face her as she walked back to her seat.
"I told him from the black market" he faintly said and looked so unrecognisable from the picture.
"The vendor was the tribe gang," biebie asked, he was mute for a second but gained back his voice.
"I swear on my life ain't never heard about a gang like that and I don't know a lot about vendors-