Chapter 85

He's silent for a bit, staring at me incredulously as his brain processes that I won't actually pull the trigger on him for harassing a maid in my house.
His face is swollen and bruised, along with his split, puffy and bloody lips. The bruises he got last night makes him look as if he went seven rounds in a boxing match with his hands tied behind his back.
"Yo relax man, put the gun down. You can't kill me because I broke in and tried to fuck your maid. She fucking wanted me bro, she was just too embarrassed to say it! Just put the gun down let's talk about this as men. That slut isn't worth killing me over!"