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“What the fuck?” he said with a confused look on his face as he saw about twenty Chinese men enter the warehouse, all holding automatic weapons.
“Fuck is all this about?” Kane yelled out.
“I’m sure you remember me,” Charlie Young Fat said with a smirk on his face. “What, did you think I wouldn’t find you?”
“Listen,” Kane said, tossing his .45 down to the floor. “I’m pretty sure we can work something out. How much is this going to cost? Just name your price.”
“I don’t want your money,” Charlie Young Fat replied. “I have my own money. I want your soul.”
“I could have killed you if I wanted to, but I didn’t,” Kane said, trying to play that card.
“Your mistake,” Charlie Young Fat said, raising his hand, signaling for his shooters to open fire.
The bullets ripped and chewed through Kane’s body like a shark leaving blood chunks everywhere. His body was left in the warehouse, smoking.
“Black people are so stupid.” Charlie Young Fat chuckled as he exited the warehouse with his hit squad, leaving Kane’s body there for the police to find.
Monica sat on the train, clutching her wounded arm. Other people on the train just stared at her. They didn’t understand why the young, nice-looking woman was crying her eyes out.
Monica just couldn’t believe how Kane could do his own brother the way he did. From the first day Monica met Kane, she knew he was nothing but trouble. Monica didn’t know how, but somehow she was going to kill Kane.
As she continued her ride on the train, all the good memories that she and Abel shared flashed through her mind. The memories brought a smile to her face, as the tears continued to stream from her eyes.
“Get yourself together,” Monica told herself, wiping her face dry as her stop come up.
Monica stepped off the train, reached down in her pocket, and removed the small pocketknife that she always carried. She didn’t know how she was going to kill Kane with a pocketknife when he had an assault rifle, but she was willing to die trying.
Monica jogged up the steps and quickly headed down the street with her pocketknife in her hand. She tried to stop them, but she couldn’t control the salty tears that streamed down her face.
Monica stood across the street from the warehouse and then took a deep breath as her foot left the curb and she headed across the street.
Monica stepped foot in the warehouse, and the first thing she saw was Kane’s body sprawled out across the floor. At first she thought she was dreaming, but with each step she took, she became more sure that it wasn’t a dream.
When Monica finally reached Kane’s body, a smirk danced on her lips. Monica kneeled down next to Kane’s body and plunged her pocketknife in and out of Kane’s neck at least fifty times. She knew he was already dead, but that made her feel a little better.
“That’s for Abel,” Monica sneered as she spit on Kane’s dead body.
Next to Kane’s hand lay a car key. Monica picked up the key and stuck it in each car until she found out that it belonged to the Acura.
“Where the fuck did you put that money?” Monica said out loud as she popped the trunk to the Acura. All she could do was smile when she opened up one of the duffle bags and saw all that money looking up at her.
“Thank you, Jesus!” she yelled as she hopped behind the wheel of the Acura and started up the engine. As soon as the engine came on, R. Kelly’s song “I Wish” was pumping through the speakers. Monica sang the song to Abel as she pulled out of the warehouse and headed straight for the highway, never to be seen or heard from again.
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