Sslovebbc... Harley Quinn (Patreon)

"You look hot in that dress. You look sexy with my load coating your face."

"But it's serious now. Go out there with your buddies. I need to clean up." Tyson said as he left the room.

"Ok."

You walk out, and you notice a group of men walking through the door. They are dressed in suits and carrying briefcases.

"Who the hell are these people?" You think to yourself.

"Yo, Tyson. What's up?"

"Not much. So, here's the deal. There's a new gang in town. They have been messing with my drug route. I have a couple ideas, but I wanted to see what you think. If you were the leader, What would you do?"

"Easy, we need to go straight for the leader. That's the only way."

"And who would do that?"

"Fat G."

"Are you sure?" You said you did not want to see one of your best friends die because of Tyson's idioticness.

Fat G said. "Hey boss. If you want me to chop off the head of the snake, who am I to tell you no? You got us these wonderful apartments. We had some money in our pockets and drugs for weeks. I would love to do whatever you say."

"Alright then, the plan is set. You guys will kill their leader, and then they will leave me alone. After that, we will move back to our normal area. We'll be rich and successful. That's all."

The guys are cheering and celebrating. You don't feel right, and the decision is not easy. Tyson is hanging around to see if you are going to stay with the guys or go get the job he has waiting for you back at his place.

You decide to talk with Tyreese. You sneak away with him. You struggle to spit out what you want to tell him. You don't want your buddies to die for Tyson's greed. But you knew that greed could lift you out of poverty and a life in a massive mansion.

"Ty, I don't know. What are you going to do? How are you feeling?"

"Babe, relax. Don't worry about the plan. Fat G has been in some deep sh*t before. It'll be fine."

"Ok."

"I promise, don't worry." He kissed your cheek.

The two of you sit together. And you can't help but feel a bit uncomfortable. You want the gang members to live, and you don't want them to die for Tyson's bullshit.

Tyson finally came back into the living room. You can't believe the amount of drugs that he is supplying to the gang. He has the guys hooked. There's a large sack of coke that he brought over, like it's a gift for future jobs well done. You wonder what his end game is and why he has such an obsession with your former male gang members.

Tyson said. "Okay, are we ready to discuss the details?"

"Sure," Tyreese said.

"Good, the plan is simple. You will attack them at night. They will be sleeping. They will have guards, but nothing a little gunfire can't fix."

"Sounds good."

"Great. Now, let's get this party started."

The group is cheering, and you can't help but notice the look on his face. You know the plan is dangerous. And the possibility of you losing your friends is so fucked up.

Tyson said. "You know what? We should get the party started."

After a few hours, everyone is fucked up besides you and Tyson. Both of you are only doing the bare minimum to keep yourself sober. The decision is now. Tyson or the group.

You choose...

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