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over his mouth inside the fucking trunk! He was crying and everything.
                  “Is that the nigga?”
                  It freaked me out how calm Ching was. I probably looked like a bitch to him because I was just as freaked out as the nigga in the trunk!
                  “Is that the nigga or what, man?! Is that the nigga that stole my shit?!”
                  I couldn’t answer Ching because I was stuck. Me and the nigga in the trunk just stared at each other. It freaked me out how, even though his mouth was taped shut, I could tell that his eyes were telling me to lie and save his life.
                  Real talk, I honestly couldn’t tell if this was the same dude that robbed. “Ching, man, I told you they had on hoodies and bandanas.”
                  “But he had dreads, right?!”
                  “Yea.”
                  Walking towards the trunk, he barked while pointing at the nigga’s feet. “Exactly! And them Lebron’s, ain’t they?!”
                  I looked at the nigga’s feet and sho’ nuff his stupid ass was wearing them Lebron’s. I couldn’t even say shit. I just shook my head in disbelief.
                  Before I knew it, Ching had grabbed this little nigga, picked him up like it wasn’t shit, and threw him on the ground a couple of feet away from the car. His head hit the concrete so hard that I even cringed as I could have sworn I heard his fucking skull crack. He flinched and rolled around in pain. By the look in his eyes, I could see that he was dazed from the blow.
    My instincts led me to look to see if anybody was around, but they weren’t. It was a pretty secluded area that was well hidden by trees. But just like Ching knew about this spot, somebody else probably did too.
                  Before I could search the perimeter completely, two shots brought my attention back to Ching.
    Pow! Pow!
    Shocked as shit, I spun around to see Ching putting his glock back in his waist. Now, the lil’ dude was laying on the ground lifeless as blood and brain matter poured from two holes in his head.
                  “Help me carry this nigga to the lake, man.”
                  I was glad that Ching had his back to me, that way he couldn’t see me cringing and looking at him like he was crazy as fuck. I assumed shit like this had to go down every now and then in the drug game, but gawd damn not like this! I figured Ching had little nigga’s to do shit like this for him. But I guess he had taken it pretty personal that these young niggas had the audacity to steal from him.
                  “C’mon, nigga!” Ching was barking as he struggled to pick up the body on his own. “Hurry the fuck up before somebody come.”
                  I didn’t want to touch that fucking body. I didn’t want no parts of the shit. But shit, I was there, so I was already an accessory at that point. Plus, Ching had a look in his eyes that I had never seen before, so I just did what the fuck he told me to do.
                  As we carried the body a few feet to a shallow part of the lake, I had to force myself not to throw up. I had never seen a dead body or gunshot wound close up. The holes in this nigga’s head was leaking all kinds of shit.
                  We put the body in the water and watched it as it floated out. I couldn’t believe my eyes as he went head first into the lake, with his eyes still open. Once he began to sink, Ching was good and decided it was time to jet out. We both rode in silence. Wasn’t shit to be heard but Jay Z talking about being caught up in lights and cameras. As we approached the ramp for the highway, I realized that we were right off of Cline Avenue in Hammond, Indiana.
                 

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    I hadn’t seen much of Tammy since my drunken rant a