West End Girls
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“Real man? He’s a fuckin’ idiot!” Tanqueray pushed Sinclair hard and dropped to Finest’s side.
The security guards rushed in to check out the uproar. They were so involved with reviving Finest, calming Tanqueray, listening to Sinclair, and cuffing Malcolm, they didn’t notice the door open and a tall, slender, fair-skinned black man walked in. A young boy named Marquis pulled out the .45 that belonged to a pimp named Omar Samson.
The fair-skinned man had called out to Unique and Derrick right as they entered the elevator. They missed that too, but they definitely heard the boy yell out, “Dieeeee, muthafuckaaaaa!”
Marquis fired again and again, killing the tall, slender man later identified as Curtis Brown instantly before security guards shot him twice. He dropped dead next to his victim.
Sinclair’s heart fell from her chest, and Tanqueray dropped to her knees in despair. No one present could wrap their mind around what had just happened, or accept what they’d just seen, but this kind of tragedy normally happened in their hood, the West End. It had just never happened to them . . . not until tonight.
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