When a Gangsta Wants You

by Jade Jones

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But instead of climbing onto the bed, Master walked over towards my closet. Next, he did something that I didn’t, at all, expect. He opened the closet door, looked inside to make sure the coast was clear and closed it.

why's he checking the closet?

If it wasn’t for him being my father, I would’ve been gave them niggas the greenlight. Master had been lying to everyone about me being his brother for so many years, I think he started believing the shit himself. But the truth was, he’d knocked up my mother at 18, back when she used to strip at the old Onyx.

What type of nigga slept with his son’s bitch?

It was already bad enough that I didn’t claim Sensation, and now I was layin’ wood to his woman. The shit was beyond fucked up—even for a nigga of my caliber.

When I walked inside of my crib, the first thing I did was check the closets. Once

second time he's checked the closet

We’d been fucking with each other off and on for several years. He tried to kill Master in the past but shit didn’t go accordingly then, either. Master and I had just laid down for the night when Shoota popped out of the bedroom closet as planned. He hit Master at point blank range with a 12-guage shotgun. Despite taking a dozen bullets to the gut, Master still managed to grab his piece and started busting back at Shoota. I could still remember how Master’s entrails were pouring out of his body. I saw his intestines and everything; the shit was fucking horrific. Thankfully, Shoota made it out alive, only suffering a minor graze to the back of his leg. I needed him to survive so that we could try our hand again. No one knew it, but that’s why Master had this weird ass peculiarity about checking the closets.

this is why!!!! scheming ass wife!

partner in crime—and I wasn’t talking about Shoota.

either it's nova's trifling sister or her sisters baby daddy possibly even master's so called lieutenant DRU

didn’t bother checking the closet next since I trusted her.

big mistake?