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Papi’s entire business front was blown to smithereens, wiping out everyone and everything inside. Papi, the dog, and all of his henchmen were scattered all over the streets of Miami. Happy with a smile, Cuzzo watched as the entire scene unfolded before his eyes. The fire, the explosion, the chaos and all the confused faces of those close by and onlookers trying to figure out what hell had just happened. The blast was so loud that it shook the entire block. Shattering the glasses of surrounding businesses, blasting out car windows and setting off car alarms everywhere. Not even two minutes after the chaos, the real PETCO truck circled the block, looking to make a delivery to a place that no longer existed. Cuzzo laughed so hard at that shit, …show more content…

He grabbed a box of garbage bags from the hallway closet and began packing up the bricks and bands to load into the trunk of the geeker rental. He picked up the huge trash bag filled with drugs and money slung it over his shoulder but was met by a sharp, strong, foul odor that slapped him dead in the face and invaded his nostrils. He looked down, it was Missy’s dead body. ”God damn, bitch! You’re foul! You already got the scene funky!” Looking at her pregnant blood-soaked corpse, he noticed the brown and green goo running out of the crack of her ass and seeping into the plush carpet. Piss, shit, blood, and cum was some awfully foul shit. And when mixed together, the odor was unbearably volatile. “Auuuugggghhhh!!!! Cuzzo gagged. He was two seconds from throwing up his insides form the rotten smell of death that polluted the air. Covering his nose with his t-shirt, he trucked out to the car and put the first trash bag into the trunk. “One down, four more to go.” Once he loaded the last of the dope and cash into the bag, he stopped and looked down at Missy. “I appreciate your loyalty, baby girl. I couldn’t have done it without you. I know I promised you the world but I guess I’ll have to break you off in the next life because in this one…this shit will always be about ZO! Thanks….. But I DON’T NEED YA NO MO!” He let out a sick laugh and headed out the door to load the last of the stash in the trunk and got the fuck off the

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