just business; tom

t e e .

"If you see me, you're looking at death"

Beneath the moonlight, the three of them grumbled on their way to the meet up. "Fucking Prince, his bitch ass don't put in no work on the block no more and he's still getting us into shit." Tee sighed as he kicked a can down the road, the sound was surprisingly calming. His accomplices muttered in agreement - he knew Red and Jay would agree with him.

"Man, I almost got shot yesterday, getting smoked tonight would be the worst L." Red complained. Warfare's merciless flames had consumed the block -putting a bullet between someone's eyes in cold vengeance tended to do that- and the last thing they needed was a chance to piss off the Kight family of all people. There'd been seven stabbings and two shootings in just two days. Just yesterday, Red had narrowly avoided the reaper's scythe when two masked shooters from AK had pulled up on him and fired.

Prince just had to pull up to his corner of the block without a care in the world and a death sentence on his lips. "The Kights have a job for us, you're meeting them tomorrow." Despite Tee's protests, that was that. The Kights weren't seen on the streets, they were shades and puppet masters. They flooded the poverty-stricken blocks of the district with drugs and weapons and watched the warfare from thrones made from the profits. And yet they still commanded the respect of the reaper's scythe - the bodies of anyone who pissed them off would turn up.

Usually. Their bodies would usually turn up.

They passed beneath the flickering street lights and ducked into an alleyway before quickly being met by two large men masked with apathy. They looked them up and down with contempt. "The fuck do you three want?"

"We're Prince's homeboys."

With only a nod of acknowledgment, they were quickly searched. "No weapons, don't worry you'll get them back after," they explained. A bowie knife was pulled from Tee's jacket pocket along with the strap sold to him by Mark Kight himself. Another handgun pulled from Red's pocket. A switchblade was taken from Jay's pocket. Tee swallowed the nerves brewing in his chest and butterflies bloomed and fluttered in his stomach. Without their weapons, they were exposed.

"Right then, just through that door."

He sighed, pulling his cloak of apathy tighter as they stepped through the doors to meet the shade who had summoned them.