Green Wounds

It’s been one dark, bloody story, hasn’t it? Well, Barry got what he wanted, but somehow isn’t feeling as satisfied as he should be. Who’s entered his house, and how will this end? “Uh, Rex?” Rex Bruschi, dressed in a sleek black suit, walked in and made his way to the sofa, took out a […]

“Barry! Barry!” 7: 50 am was the time, and Barry, who was still in bed, stirred at the sound of the voice of his wife. Rubbing his face as the lingering of his dream about winning a $300 million contract faded off, he sat up from his bed, grumbling a bit. Waking up from such

“So you want in on the action, Koni?” Rex asked, his feet up on the desk as he watched the two men in front of him. “Most definitely, boss! Now that you got that little shit out of the way, I got a world-class plan that will be smooth as fuck! Benyi’s ma nigga, so

“Denny! V.A! It’s alright. I think he gets the message. You can take him out and finish the job outside.” A sleepy Rex put up his legs on the table as his bodyguards picked up the young man they had just pummeled to a pulp a few minutes ago and took him out of the

“I’m gonna make it work this time. No more slacking, chale,” Romeo said to himself as he suited up for the evening’s task. “That first time was an unwelcome distraction with the motorcycle bullshit. The next one wasn’t my fault; that stupid little fucker ruined the whole plot. This time, it’s going to work. I’m

“Are you fucking kidding me? He failed? Again? What kind of useless boys do you hire at your place at all?” Rex winced as a furious Barry spat venom over the phone. It had been a couple of days since the Circle debacle. Romeo had been arrested by the police for assault, and getting him

“Hello, boss?” an enthusiastic Koni answered on the other side of the phone. “Yeah, Koni,” Rex responded, sitting on the edge of his table as he peered out the window. “Listen, I gave the little motherfucker another chance to redeem himself, so… I’ll need you to assist as usual.” A moment of silence followed over

“Stupid son of a bitch!” Barry spat at the TV as he watched Gilbert happily join in a toast as the news about one major get-together was reported on the late night news. “What is it, Barry?” a concerned Barbara asked from the kitchen. She hurriedly came to the living room, and upon seeing Gilbert’s

“Here it is, lil nigga. The M110 Semi-Automatic Sniper Rifle. Straight from the Knights Armament Company. This is some premium artillery right here, you know. Soldiers in the US Army use this shit, so you know we ain’t playing.” Fucking hell, this is some tight shit!” Romeo breathed as he received the rifle from Koni,

“If you don’t know me by now… you will never never never know me… oooooooooohhhh…” Barbara had her phone connected to the Toyota Avanza’s Bluetooth, and with her new Spotify account, was singing along to the Simply Red version of the classic tune as her husband sat in the passenger seat. They were on their