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Bo has his right leg on a chair as he ties up his black Timbs. He’s wearing a black shirt with a black vest, black army pants, black gloves, he actually has black paint on his face as Lwanda actually stood in the house as she disregard anything that Bo said. She wanted to stay with him and that’s what she did. He looks up to see her and she just stands there with her arms crossed as she smiles to see her husband being more blacker than usual.

 

“What’s so funny?”

 

“You turning into night… You’re actually blending into darkness… That’s freaky.”

 

Bo gives a quick chuckle as he puts his foot on the floor and walks towards Lwanda. He puts his hand on her shoulder, looked down and said: “Why didn’t you leave as well, it would’ve been safer.”

 

She let her arms dropped, as she looks straight into Bo’s eyes and said: “I don’t give a fuck about what happens to them. You are my priority and so is my son for having a father. If I have to blast one of them white bastards so you can come back with your family, then so be it. Remember what the priest said, for better or worst, till death do us part, but death aint coming tonight, hell fuckin no…”

 

Bo turned back, walked towards the closet and grabbed a 12-gauge shotgun and a desert eagle, he checked if they both have sufficient bullets. They had, and Bo slowly walks towards Lwanda with both guns and told her: “Which one do you want? The shottie with the pump action or the desert eagle, smaller but it’s quite a powerful gun that will leave a hole of a size of a donut into a niggas stomach, your choice.”

 

Lwanda looks at both of them, as she got infatuated with the Eagle. She pointed and said: “I Want that one.”

 

“You sure?”

 

She looks up and nods her head and quickly looked down to grab the gun. Bo quickly pulled it away as he said: “Is that your final answer?” Now Bo looks deep into her eyes as she looks and saw something in his eyes as she stood up straight and said: “Yes, I am sure.”

 

Bo smiles as he hands her the Eagle, she grabs it as if it was the first time she had a gun in her hands. Bo looks down and smiles at his wife because she looks like a little girl opening a present in Christmas. She looks up and sees a smile on his face as he said: “You know how to use that thing right?”

 

Lwanda chuckles and said: “Baby, I’m from the Bronx, if you don’t know how to use a gun in the Bronx than you’re dead…” She did some fancy shit with the gun that ended up her clocking it and by her side and then she said: “I know how to use a gun baby, we were raised in the streets, remember?”

 

“Shit.” Bo said as he saw his wife doing some shit to that gun. “Aight bet, so you straight?”

 

“Yes, I’m straight…”

 

Bo gets closer to her and with his right hand he clutches the side of her neck and look deep into her eyes and said: “Whatever happens tonight, what ever is the outcome just know that I will always love you. You are everything to me and you are my reason of living. I thank you for everything and how you stuck by my side and I love you, always will love you.”

 

“No, you stuck by me when things were rough and I will always love you. Regardless what happens tonight, you will survive in my heart and I will not forget and move on without you, so you must live, not only for me but also for us, our family. You will prevail, and I’m going to make sure of that.” As she said that she raised the Desert Eagle towards the side of her face and looked at it.

 

Bo smiles and said: “Now that’s gangsta…” Bo leans down to kiss her and they did but that’s when something broke through another window and Bo cocked his head back. He looked outside his bedroom window, which is on the second floor, and he sees a cross burning and about 40 people screaming and chanting “Nigger.” Bo looks at all of them and smiles. Bo turns around and sees Lwanda with the Eagle in one hand the shotgun in the other hand. She throws the gun towards Bo and he catches it with his left hand, he does a thrust upward which made the gun clocked as he said: “Lets rock.”

 

Bo commence to walk out of his bedroom door and Lwanda follows, they go down the stairs and they see the broken window and brick on the floor and the brick has writing on it that said “Nigger.”

 

Bo picks up the brick and turns towards Lwanda and asked her: “You sure that you are up to it?”

 

“More than sure… Lets get this shit rollin.”

 

Bo smiles as he motions Lwanda to go by the window but to stay out of sight as Bo goes towards the door. He grabs the knob and twisted it as he pulls it inward to reveal himself. The chanting of “Nigger” stopped as they saw this massive black man with a shotgun. A few of the 40 people chanting quickly draw their guns as Bo begins to scream.

 

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

 

A lot of commotion starts, they are all screaming simultaneously but the respond is generally the same as one man’s voice was louder than the rest and he said: “We want you to leave nigger.”

 

“Oh, ya bamas want me to leave?”

 

“YEAH!” They all screamed simultaneously.

 

“Well, you know what you gotta do.” Bo grabs the gun, clocks it back and takes a shot in the air. That really caused the white people with the guns itching for some dead black meat. Bo puts the gun down as he looks at everyone of them and said: “Ya want me out of here? Ya gotta physically remove me.”

 

“That wont be a problem.” Said Harris as he walks through the crowd of people, assuring himself to be seen by Bo as Harris is on the front of the bunch.

 

“I fuckin knew it.” Bo said as he tightens the grip on his gun.

 

“Typical.” Said Harris softly as he turn his head slightly so that he can see his troops behind him, he then faces Bo and said: “If you knew why didn’t you stop me? If you knew that we, and by we I say me and my people, hated you why didn’t you pick up and leave?”

 

“Because I thought the cops down here would have been more better than the cops in New York.”

 

“That Dialo character, he had it coming… All of you kind of people should be treated like that. You are not one of us, you are different, you listen to the crap thing, and you kill for chump change. You dress and never talk proper English, and you think that Ebonics that you speak are the ‘in’ thing. You walk like you got something stuck up your ass and you move your hands when you speak. You stink; smell like animal underarms when they are in heat and it’s hot outside and you expect us civilized people to live happily ever after with you? I say no, we will not let you destroy our society that we build that we own, that we cherish and it was the white people that made America so beautiful.” That caused the whole crowd to clap and cheer like if this was a concert and their favorite musician did the national anthem.

 

Bo stood quiet for a second before he begins to speak, he spoke with a purpose, he spoke with some fire inside of him and this is what he said: “Whatever happen to all man are created equal? What ever happen to equal rights in this beautiful country of ours. What makes me wonder is that you call it ‘your’ country, but if my memory functions correctly, I think I passed history and that you white people took and slaughtered the Indians from this country. They were here first and you, the white people took the home away from them, not only took their homes, but you pretend like if you were their friends than you killed them all.”

 

He stopped for a second then started up again.

 

“We were slaves but now that’s over and we got independent, we got stronger and you got afraid, look at Martin Luther King Jr. All he wanted was for whites and blacks to be together in harmony, you remembered his dream we all shared his dream… Look at Malcolm X, afraid because he was a Muslim, and an intelligent Muslim at that. He was a man with action, a man with courage that fought fire with fire and that’s why you paid people, you white ass wipes paid people of our color to kill him, ya can’t stand to see a black man make it. Killing little black boys, dragging a man through the road with a truck and you think that shit is funny. Hanging people just for being black and using the word Nigger like if it was part of the everyday language… We are not animals, but if you treat us like animals we will react like animals and trust me, we wont intimidate, we will attack.”

 

“Fuck you nigger.” Harris said right after that speech and that’s when Bo pulled the gun upward and pointed it right at Harris’s head and that’s when 5 guns come from the side all pointed at Bo. Harris saw all the guns and smiles as he continued by saying: “You seem not to understand what I’m saying. Mr. Brown you are worthless, your kind is worthless, your wife and even your bastard child are worthless. What can you do Mr. Brown, you hold no power here, you’re more than dead.”

 

‘I’m a soldier…’ The Eminem’s song comes blasting from down the road. The 40 people all turned their heads to see what’s all the commotion as Bo is seen smiling as 20 black expedition, navigators, and hummers comes through dirt and dry mud into a driveway that leads towards the house of Bo. People begin to slowly move away from the moving vehicles as the first one from the bunch stopped right in front of Harris. A tall skinny figure comes out of the passenger side; this man has a black tank top with black jeans and black Timbs, he’s also wearing a black bandana. There’s a gun, a 38 revolver, his problem solver… He walks right pass Harris and stares as hole right between his eyes. He goes up the stairs and extends his right hand with a big smile as Bo lets go of the gun with his right hand but still holds it with his left hand as his right hand extends and their hands clutches and they gave each other a pound with a hug.

 

“What’s Poppin my nigga?” The man hugging Bo said.

 

“Nothing, just chillin… What’s Crackin Rob?”

 

“Told you I wasn’t going to let you down…” Rob said that as the embrace comes to an end and that’s when Harris said: “You two niggers look like a stretch black limo when you hugged.”

 

Rob looks back and sees Harris smiling, he then faced Bo and said: “That’s the prick?”

 

“That’s the prick.”

 

Rob turns towards Harris and said: “Yo Vanilla Ice, what’s your beef?”

 

“My beef?” Harris said with a confused sound… “My beef?” He said louder so that his people’s can hear him. “What is this language you speak of, my beef? I have pork, steak, chicken, and yes, I do have beef but not the kind of beef you speak of. My problem with you individuals is that we, and I mean the society in this neighborhood, do not want any Negroes messing up our community.”

 

Rob looks at Bo and asked: “Did he just called us Negroes?”

 

“He called us Negroes.”

 

“Nah that shit don’t rock.” Rob said to Bo, he then faced Harris and said: “Listen to white loaf of bread, you don’t know me you ugly piece of shit, hell, you so ugly you had to do trick o treatin over the telephone.”

 

“Not like you.”

 

“What you mean not like me?”

 

“Well, you so ugly, you went into a haunted house you came back out with a job application.”

 

Rob looks at Bo and said: “This mother fucker just called me ugly.”

 

“I know man, relax…”

 

“Well, at least I’m not his mama.”

 

Harris eyes popped out and asked: “What you said about my mother?”

 

Rob turns to face him and with authority he said: “Your mama so dumb she thought she needed a token to get into soul train.”

 

“Well, your mother is so dumb, she thought a quarterback was a refund.”

 

“That’s why your mama’s fat…”

 

“My mother is not fat.”

 

“Ha, she so fat that they wouldn’t let her wear an ‘X’ jacket because helicopters keep landing on her back.”

 

“Well, you mother is so fat, you took her to the beach and little kids surrounded her screaming ‘Free Wily’.

 

“Oh hell nah, you just called my mother free wily…”

 

“Yeah, and?”

 

“She’s not fatter than your mother.”

 

“Oh yes she is.”

 

“Hell nah, because your mama is so fat, before God said ‘let there be light’ he said move your big BUTT out of the way.”

 

“Fuck you.”

 

“Mother fucker, fuck you…”

 

“All you niggers are the same, that’s why I want you out of here.”

 

“Than get me the fuck out of here.” Bo drops the gun to the floor and he said: “Get me out physically, without guns.”

 

“So you want to go with fighting? You want us to kick your ass out of this neighborhood?”

 

“No, we gon’ kick your ass… Now tell your peoples to drop their weapons because right now, I have snipers all over your ass and your people’s ass…” Bo puts his hands by his mouth and does an oval shaped and screamed: “Show them boys.” 15 infrared lights shined up into Harris’s chest and his people’s that held guns as well. Bo smiled as he said: “Now, you can either die instantly or get your ass kicked slowly.”

 

Harris looked down and saw the light shined on his chest, he looked around at his peoples he also saw light shined on them as he told his people’s this:

 

“Drop your weapons, we’re going to show these monkeys how white people really get down.”

 

Harris turned towards Bo and said: “Now you really going to get it, because all I see is that you have about 20 peoples, we have 40, we have double the pleasure and you’re going to have double the pain.”

 

“That’s what you think, you see, I wasn’t going to be alone nor with less people than you… You see, I either want to have the numbers or I rather it be even, now look behind you.”

 

“In those 20 expedition, navigator and hummers comes out two people at the time, therefore if you calculate it correctly there’s about 40 people, more or less coming out of those vehicles which make things about even. Now, while we kick your ass, if one of your people’s take out a gun they will be shot instantly because I have another sniper close by but I’m not going to tell you where.”

 

Bo’s people finally reached Bo as they stand tall and strong. Bo goes down the stairs to face Harris who stand about 5 inches shorter than him, they look eye to eye as Harris’s people’s moved up and that’s when Bo’s people move up… Short vs. short, tall vs. tall, fat vs. fat and skinny vs. skinny. Silent still fills the air as the staring contest continues and that’s when Harris spit on Bo’s face, leaving the saliva steaming down his left cheek. Bo slowly wipes it off and saw the saliva on his middle finger, he then looks at Harris and a right hand connects without warning as Harris stumbles back. He grabs his left cheek in pain as he looks up to Bo. He stood up straight, letting his hand fall from his cheek as he charges Bo and that’s when the war starts…

 

 

Harris throws a right hand but it’s quickly blocked as Bo takes him down with a clothesline. As Bo begins to kick Harris in the midsection and ribs a right hand comes crashing down on his chin that staggers the big man back. He quickly stood up to see a 6 foot 7, muscle build man and one of his peoples in the ground. The white man waves Bo to come and fight as a sly smile emerge on his lips.

 

Rob connects a right left combination to a guy and knocks him down as he sees Bo and this white man ready to fight. Rob stops fighting and that’s when everybody saw these two big people about to fight. Everybody stop fighting so they can see the white people’s best fighter against Bo. Bo stood up straight, trying to size up the big white man as the white man continues to wave Bo to come in. Bo slowly walks towards the white man, looks at him from head to toe before delivering a slap to his face as he screams: “Respect me mother fucker.”

 

The white man didn’t budge as he continues to stare at Bo and that’s when a wicked left hand connects to Bo’s right eye. The white man tries to follow with a right hand but that’s blocked as Bo quickly kicks him in the gut doubling him over and delivers a right hand that drops the white man to one knee. Bo takes a few steps back and tries to hit him with a kick to the face but before contact could be made the white man punches the leg of Bo causing the Bronx native to fall forward clutching his thigh. The white man quickly got to his feet, he swiftly goes towards Bo and crouch down to deliver some finishing punches when Bo grabs him by the shirt and rolls him over, they roll about 4 to five times before Bo is lying on his back with the white man’s right on between his leg and also being pulled out of the socket by Bo with an armbar. The man tries to shift his body to the side as he screams in pain. He does shift his body so that his body is semi over the body of Bo as he begins to deliver left hands to the face of Bo.

 

Left hands continue to score on Bo’s face as slowly but surely Bo’s grip begins to falter and that’s when the man quickly goes towards Bo’s feet and applies a lying ankle bar.

 

A white man that was standing next to Rob who was watching the fight to Rob this: “He was the state finalist in amateur wrestling.”

 

Rob looks at the white man and he said: “Well, Chucky was and might be in another fed a great professional wrestler, also a street fighter, and also was training to be a ultimate fighter.”

 

“Damn, that’s impressive.”

 

“Well, when you live in the streets like we have, and get ridiculed and mistreated you have to make it somehow. You see, Chucky became a professional wrestler, I became the manager in the IT department of Sprint PCS, and I’m basically a computer genius. Most of our people have careers and goals and they all have money that we won the legal way. Yes, we were thugs back in the day and we’re still thugs when it comes down to one of our peoples, but we are smart and educated people, that’s why when we here about racism we have to help our people’s out because we don’t want anything to happen to them, just Chucky.”

 

“Wow, um that’s interesting…”

 

“Yes, but people like you make us go back to our old selves… And usually when that happens people get hurt and sometimes killed.”

 

The ankle lock is still intact, but Bo reaches to the hand of the man and grabs one of his fingers, the middle finger to be exact and he begins to bend it back and the man lets go of the lock. They both get up at basically the same time and the white man is the first one to throw a right hand that was ducked, Bo goes behind him and applies a waist lock, he then lifts him up and over his head for a big time German Suplex. Bo then quickly gets to his feet and goes on top of the white man and begins to clubber him with rights and lefts… Blood comes out of his mouth and a cut over his eye opens up. The black people are cheering and the white people are all silent when…

 

[bOOM]

 

Everybody scattered, Bo ducks his head and when everything was cleared, when all the running and ducking has stopped, a man lie on his back holding his chest with a gun clutched in his right hand. Blood steams out of his chest as his eyes begins to daze off, this man is Harris and he was shot by Bo’s wife who was standing out the window. Her hands were shivering in shock combined with nervousness. A man from the crowd walked through and kneels down to check on Harris, his eyes were closed and his breathing has ended. The man checked his pulse by his neck then his wrist as he looked up and said: “He’s dead.”

 

Bo began to sweat as the man got up and walked towards Bo. Bo stood up and they were face to face. The white man looked up and said: “We need you to leave, we will cover you but you have to leave in no more than three days.”

 

“But I aint kill him.”

 

“It doesn’t matter, the richest man in this town, the man who sponsor a lot of companies is a white supremacies and he will crucify you.”

 

“And why are you so different?”

 

“Because he put Harris in charge and he said who ever doesn’t follow him will get taken care of, and he wants us to feel the same way he’s feeling… Now that Harris is gone we are basically free…

 

“We bought this house, I’m not going to leave it here when I paid all that money.”

 

“My name is Houston, John Houston… I’m the second richest man in this town I own a few companies but not nearly as many as Johnson… But I will buy this house from you, how much did you paid?”

 

“300,000 dollars.”

 

“That’s chump change for me, I will pay you tomorrow, I will come by your house about 6 in the mourning, but you have to start packing up tonight.”

 

“Why should I trust you?”

 

“Because I’m not racist.”

 

“Why should I believe you?”

 

“Because my wife in Chicago is black… I came here for business and I got stuck here, I will buy the house and then sell it and leave back to my wife… Half of these people here are not racist they were following demands. Now, you need to leave Mr. Brown and you need to leave soon.”

 

The man that Bo was fighting got up and he walks towards Bo. The thug saw him from the corner of his eye and quickly turned around and put his hands up. The guy extends his hand and said: “Good fight, you beat me fair and square.”

 

Bo was reluctant to shake his hand but he saw the sincerity in his eyes and finally shook it…

 

“Mr. Brown, do we have an agreement?”

 

Bo turns around and said: “Yes, we do… I’m going back home.”

 

“Very well Mr. Brown, I will see you in the mourning. I advise you to have your friends help you pack to make things easier and faster.”

 

“Ok Mr. Houston, we will leave right when you give me the money tomorrow… My peoples will stay over and we are all leaving at the same time. Thank you.”

 

“No Mr. Brown, Thank you and your wife for having exquisite shooting range. I saw that coming and that’s why I moved from Harris’s side. Now Mr. Brown, I will be leaving to get the money ready… I hope you have a safe trip back home.” Houston extends his hand for a handshake, he receives one and then he said: “I apologize for all this mess.”

 

“It’s all good, at least something good came out of it.”

 

“I guess so… Goodnight Mr. Brown…”

 

“Night…”

 

And then they parted away, Bo and his peoples left to go inside of the house and the white people carried Harris to go to Houston’s house who was right next to him. And that was the night.

 

End

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Guest Beingz0wningj00

Damn these rich white boys can't fight.

 

*is a on his way to be rich white boy*

 

 

Fuck!

 

 

Yopu should move to Canada Bo, We don't care what color you are!

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