Prologue
Thick gray raindrops fell from the heavens pounding down on the earth interior. Allowing The earth to quench its thirst. The pounding of the rain beating on the ground would remind one of FamU drumline. Every few minutes lightning flashed across the sky jagged shards of light cousing the heavens to light up like midday, even though it was just turning dark.
Skee and his brother Money Mitch was sitting in his candy money green delta 88. The car was laid out a money green candy paint with white ghost $100 bills patterns wich could be observed vanishing and reappearing in some other location on the paint job. His gut was austridge skinned and had been custom stitched by Alessandro Michele the head designer of Gucci. The guts was done in green with white trimming. In the headrest G.M.C was stitched in white. The dash bord had been custom designed. It was red oak and all digital. A 12" tv pop out the center of the Soney stereo. The shoes was some 26" gold and platinum plated Forgiato rims on some skinnies. In the trunk was six twelve inch sony kickers being pushed by two thousand watt amps. A 402 big block sat under the hood that had been built from nothing tuned and tweaked up for racing. He had two tanks of Nos in the armrest between him and his brother.
Skee took a pull from his blunt as he sat in the driver's seat with it recline watching the rain drops beat against the windshield of the car. He blew the dirty smoke out coughing as Lil Baby and Gunna (close friends) pump over his system. "Bra this weather fucc up ain't it." He stated just as lightning flashed across the night sky and thunder could be heard over the music. Money Mitch took a minute before responding very upset at the fact that he was sitting in Wal-Mart parking lot waiting for Skee to mix up with one his General. What had him piss the most was that he had told them multiple times that they were bosses they had no reason to be on the streets they were only to observe and collect and pass orders threw out the Get Money Cartel. Better known as G.MC the largest drug organization in the United state's controlling 45% of the drug trade. Next to the Mexicans mafia who had the Ms13 selling their drugs and narcotics. But other then that most came mainly from them. It seemed that none of that mattered to his brothers they seemed to him as if they wanted to lose everything ending up in the prison. He wasn't with ending up in prison at all. He had done that shit a few times in his earlier days now he was on his grown shit his business minded shit. " They say that is a hurricane coming in our direction, they calling that bih Lilly." Money Mitch responding stated taking a pull from his own dirty. He didn't smoke his brother dirt s to him his brother smoked suspects. You took a pull and wondered if some clean was on the weed or you thought that they had an empty bag and use the residue to roll a blunt. His blunt on the other hand was potent he put a gram weed in his cigar with a half gram of potent cocaine. The weed was so filthy that you had to keep fire to the blunt. The smell was so stinking that your stomach would do a triple double." I'm hoping that Lucas still send that pacc."Skee stated. " Nigga you know that,that's one Mexican that ain't gong to miss no money in no way what so ever." Money Mitch responded taking another pull from his dirt holding the smoke looking at the iced out presidential Rolex on his arm starting to becoming even more anger than he normally would the fact he was with his brother and was not down with the situation that was taking place at all. " Man what the fucc is taking this nigga so mutha fuccing long." Skee thought taking another pull from the blunt before throwing the roach in the ashtray, just as a boom and glass shattering from his window erupted causing him to throw up his arm in a defensive block" What the fucc?!" He stated as the glass stung his flesh.
The glass shattering was a surprise but Money Mitch reaction wasn't slowed in the least little bit as he pulled the Drako pistol from his lap at the same time hitting the door to exit the car. What he hadn't expected was it to be more than one person. He climbed out of the car only to have slugs from a shotgun hit him three times Boom, boom, boom the shotty sounded as Money Mitch fell back into the car eyes wide in disbelief as he gasped for air blood flowing from his chest and mouth."Mon-" the last thing that Skee saw was his brother body being hit with the shotgun and slung back into the car. Skee gasp for air as his body was being pulled from his car his brothers following on the passenger side.
