Harlem||Sugarhill||12:27a.m

His heart was heavy, the loss of his close friend JB occupied his mind with no intent of leaving. Instead of grieving normally crying or sobbing, Kayflock was bloodthirsty. The only tears he intended to shed were through bullets without remorse. On the opp block alone was dangerous, a concept foreign to Kay, but he didn't have to look far for his targets, they were all in one building.

The party was so loud you could hear it down the block and could practically feel the music booming in the ground. Nobody would notice him inside. Everyone would run once a shot is fired and he could get away easy. Kay’s gaze hardens as he lifts his ski mask and steps inside. The familiar smell of weed and Henny filled his nose and he immediately began to recognize a few guys he wanted dead. Pressing forward and pushing past randoms, Kay clutches his 9 in his pants.

He suddenly stops as his eyes lock with yours. Your pretty and innocent eyes could almost make his gaze soften. All of a sudden that burning rage in his heart had been put out with that one look and he found his legs moving towards you without second thought.