“Don’t fuck with my dogs!” I warned. “Tell them not to fuck with me, and where the fuck you going? Leaving me in here with these niggas.” “Watch ’em,” I demanded, heading down the hallway. “Fuck you mean, watch them?” Lawe yelled. The sound of him loading his chamber stopped me in my tracks. I turned to find him aiming his Glock at Ghost. “He the first one I’m hitting. He’s too fucking calm for me.” “He’ll rip your airways from your throat. He’s the first motherfucker you should shoot.” “Say less.” “Chill,” I called out to the boys. Immediately, they relaxed.
