Constance picked up Arcadio's weapon "His gun was emptied like his penis." She threw it where blood had oozed over his nose. A guy with blonde hair and boxy face shifted his teeth back and forth, skipping his way across the room firing his gun. "Goyo stop clowning." She cursed him then he left their sight. Brice took a hit in his side and thigh causing him to fall. Goyo took hold of his clothes, lifting him up.
"You did this to my family," Goyo said with a threating bat in the other hand. "Die." He hurled Brice's body into a glass chair. Shotgun ammo sprayed the room.
"Get out here, before we murdered you," the neighbors shouted rushing the house.
Brice's body had smashed the chair. He was stretched out in a bed of broken glass and busted cocaine bags. Gunshot flared up again. He was groggy and disoriented. That fool had to be a crazed Bigfoot. He rolled out the glass. Constance's legs crept passed him.
"Sick heifer," Goyo yelled.
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