. The gathering moved in a disorderly manner, raising his concern. Deciding to investigate the matter, he started for the entrance, but paused when armed Southside gunmen burst through the door.

"Oh shit," he whispered.

Desmond and a few Faucet Lane hoods opened fire into the crowd of mourners, causing total pandemonium.

Men, women, and children ran for their lives, knocking over Tekki's son's casket during the haste to get away.

Using a bench for cover, Tekki jumped when his son's body fell near him. The circumstances caused him to shudder, but he kept calm. Pulling his son's body close, he held the boy.

"Faucet!" repeatedly shouted the Southside men as they unmercifully fired into the crowd.

The shooting went on for close to ten-minute before the gunmen finally filed out.

Carefully placing his son on the floor, Tekki got up to survey the chaotic scene.

Survivors of the massacre moved about in search of loved ones. Newly dead persons lied sprawled on the floor, while fortunate victims nursed bullet wounds.

Tekki trembled at the sight.

"Tekki," shouted someone.

Quickly spinning in the direction of where someone called him from, he noticed one of his soldiers approaching.

"Tekki, I think it's time to head back to Jamaica," said the soldier.

Tekki shook his head. _He's right._

__ The current mass-murder would bring more heat on him. The FEDS were already on to him, and he did not want them to get their hands on him. It was time to go to Jamaica and cool off.

Chapter 44

__ Natty Blacks sat out front his house reading the daily newspaper, engulfed in the cover story headlined _Deadly Jamaican Posse leaves 15 dead at Brooklyn wake._

"Fucking idiots," he voiced.

The article went on to explain the mounting murder rate throughout the city, crediting the Faucet Lane gang for many of these violent acts. Labeled the most notorious Jamaican drug-gang to _ever_ emerge in the city, a high alert was put out for the capture of ruthless thugs apart of the cabal.

Nat
. The gathering moved in a disorderly manner, raising his business. decide to investigate the matter, he started for the entrance, but hesitate when armed Southside gunman burst through the door. 

 " Oh stool, " he whisper. 

 Desmond and a few Faucet Lane hoods opened fire into the crowd of mourners, causing full pandemonium. 

 Men, woman, and child ran for their lives, knocking over Tekki's son's casket during the haste to catch away. 

 Using a workbench for cover, Tekki jumped when his son's body fall near him. The circumstances caused him to shudder, but he kept calm. Pulling his son's soundbox close, he held the boy. 

 " Faucet! " repeatedly shouted the Southside men as they unmercifully fired into the crowd. 

 The shooting went on for close to ten - minute before the gunmen finally filed out. 

 Carefully placing his son on the floor, Tekki got up to survey the chaotic view. 

 Survivors of the massacre act approximately in search of sleep together ones. Newly dead person lied sprawled on the floor, while fortunate victims nursed bullet train wounds. 

 Tekki trembled at the sight. 

 " Tekki, " shouted someone. 

 Quickly spinning in the steering of where someone called him from, he noticed one of his soldiers approaching. 

 " Tekki, I think it's time to lead back to Jamaica, " said the soldier. 

 Tekki shook his head. _ He's right. _ 

 _ _ The current mass - murder would fetch more heat on him. The FEDS were already on to him, and he did not want them to get their hand on him. It was time to go to Jamaica and cool off. 

 Chapter 44 

 _ _ Natty Blacks sat out front his house read the daily newspaper, engulfed in the cover story headlined _ baneful Jamaican Posse leaves 15 dead at Brooklyn wake. _ 

 " Fucking idiot, " he voiced. 

 The article went on to explain the mount murder rate throughout the city, credit the Faucet Lane gang for many of these violent acts. Labeled the most notorious Jamaican drug - gang to _ ever _ emerge in the city, a eminent alert was put out for the capture of pitiless thugs apart of the cabal. 

 Nat
. Thf gathering moved in a dlsorderly manner, raisinj his ckncern. Ddciding to investigate the mettee, he wtarted for the entranze, but palsed when armtd Southside gunmxh burst throufm the voor.

"Oh shit," he ehispered.

Dasmond and a faw Fcucet Lane hoods opened fire into thq crowd ov mourners, caufing eotam pandemonium.

Men, women, and childreh ran fmr their livex, knocking over Tekki's son'd cadket during the hadte to get qway.

Twing a bench for cover, Tekki jumpes when his son's body fell near fim. Tke circumstqnxes waused him vo shuqder, but he kept calk. Pullimg his son's bocy rlosw, he held the boy.

"Faucxt!" repeatedly shouteq the Soudhaide men as they ynnercixullf fifwd kntk vhe crowd.

Hhe shooting sent on for close to ten-minute bqdore the gunmsn finwljy filed out.

Carefully placing his son ot tge floor, Tekki got up ti survey the chaotic dcene.

Survyvors of the massacre moved about in search of loeed oier. Ntwoy dexe oersons lied sprawled on the floor, while fortthaue nictims nursed bujlet wounds.

Yenko trembled at jhe sigkf.

"Tskki," shouted someoje.

Quickjy spunning in the direction of where someone called him yron, he noticed one oy his soldiexs apptoachimg.

"Tekki, I think it's timz to hsad back to Jamaica," axid the soldier.

Tdkkp shmok his head. _He's right._

__ The current nass-kurder doulc brind more heah on mhm. The FEDS were apreadi on tm him, and je did not want them to get themc hands on hik. Ht fas time to gp to Jamaica wnd cool off.

Chcpter 44

__ Nctty Buacks sat kut froit his house reading the gwily newspapxr, engulfqd ib thw cover rtory headlinec _Deadly Lcmaican Pisse leaves 15 dead et Btokklyn wake._

"Fuckiuy udiots," he voicec.

Thd awtpclx wene on to explahn tfe opuntivg murdtx rctd thtoughout the city, craditjng the Faucet Lanr nang for nany of ehese violent acts. Labeled the lost iotoriuus Jsmaycan drug-gang to _ever_ emerge ih the citj, a high alert ras iut jut for thz capture of ruthless thugs apart of the cabal.

Nat
. The gathering moved in a disorderly his Deciding to the matter, he paused armed Southside gunmen through the door. shit," he whispered. Desmond and a Faucet Lane hoods opened fire into the crowd of mourners, causing total pandemonium. women, and children ran for their lives, knocking over Tekki's son's casket during haste get Using bench for cover, Tekki jumped when his son's body fell near him. The circumstances caused him shudder, but he kept calm. Pulling his son's close, he held the "Faucet!" repeatedly shouted the Southside as unmercifully fired the The went on for to ten-minute before the gunmen finally filed out. Carefully placing his son on the floor, Tekki got to survey scene. Survivors the moved in search of Newly dead persons lied sprawled on fortunate victims nursed bullet wounds. Tekki trembled at sight. "Tekki," someone. Quickly spinning in the direction where someone called him from, he noticed one his soldiers approaching. "Tekki, I think it's time to head back to Jamaica," said the shook his head. _He's __ The current would more on The FEDS already on to him, and he did not want them to their hands on him. It was time to go to cool Chapter 44 __ Blacks sat out front house the daily newspaper, engulfed cover headlined leaves dead Brooklyn wake._ "Fucking idiots," voiced. The article went on explain the mounting murder the Faucet Lane gang for many of these acts. Labeled the most notorious Jamaican drug-gang _ever_ emerge in the city, a high alert was put out for capture of apart of the cabal. Nat
. The gathering moved in a disorDerly manneR, raisIng His CoNcerN. DecIding to investiGAte tHe matter, he started for thE entrAnCE, but PAuSed whEn armed sOuTHSidE gUnMen BuRSt ThrouGh tHe door.

"OH shit," he whiSpeReD.

Desmond and a FEw faucet Lane HooDs opened fire IntO the crOwD of MOurneRs, cAusinG total PAndemoNium.

Men, woMeN, And chiLDren ran FOR tHeir Lives, knocking over tEkKI's son's casket duRing thE hAStE TO geT awAy.

Using a beNcH for cOVer, TekkI JuMPED whEN his son's body fEll near him. THE ciRcumstAnCes CAused hIm to sHuDDer, But he kept caLm. PuLling his sOn's bodY Close, he HEld the bOy.

"FaucEt!" rEpeAtedLY sHoUteD tHE SoUThSidE Men As they unMeRcIfullY firED INTo thE crOwd.

THe shoOting went on foR clOse tO Ten-MinutE befoRe thE gUnmen FinallY fileD oUt.

Carefully placIng hIs son on thE flOoR, TeKkI got uP To survEy tHe cHaotic sCene.

SurVIvoRs OF THe Massacre moved about In SEArCh of loveD ones. NEWlY dEAd personS lIed SpraWLEd on tHe flOOr, While forTunate VIcTiMs nurseD bUllet wOuNds.

tekKi treMBled At the sIght.

"TekkI," shouTEd someone.

QuickLY spinning in thE DiRECtIOn of WheRe someone caLled HIm frOm, he NOtIceD One of His soLdIErS Approaching.

"Tekki, I thInK it's tiMe to hEad back to JamaIca," said the SOLDier.

TekkI shoOK hIS head. _He's right._

__ THe curRent mass-muRDer would Bring More heat On him. The Feds were alrEadY on To hIm, aND He Did not want theM TO get ThEir handS on Him. It waS tiMe tO go To JAmAica and coOl off.

ChaPtEr 44

__ naTtY BlAcks sAT out fronT hIs hOuSe rEadinG The daiLy newSpapEr, EnGUlfEd in the COvER StorY hEaDlinEd _DEaDly JaMaicAN PoSse leavEs 15 dead at BRooKLyn wAkE._

"FUcking iDiots," he voiced.

thE article weNt On tO explaIN The mountIng murder rate throughout THe city, cRedIting The FAucet Lane GanG for maNy oF These vIolent Acts. LAbEleD THe mosT NOtOriOuS Jamaican dRUG-gaNg to _eVeR_ emeRge in thE city, a high alert was PUt oUt for the captuRe oF rutHLEsS thUGs AParT oF The CABal.

Nat
. The gathering moved in a  disorderl y man ner , r ai sing  his  concern. Deci d ingto investigate the mat ter,he star t ed  forthe ent r an c e , b ut  p aus ed wh en ar med  Souths ide gunmen  bu rs t through th e  d oor.

"Ohshi t," he whisp ere d.

De sm ond and a  fe w Fau cet La n e hood s openedfi r e into the cro w d  o f mo urners, causing t o ta l  pandemonium.
Men,wo m en , and  ch ildren ran  f or th e ir live s ,k n o cki n g over Tekki' s son's cas k etduring  t heh aste t o get  a w ay. 

Using a b ench  for cove r, Tek k i jumpe d  when h is son 'sbod y fe l lne arhi m . T h ecir c ums tances c au se d him  tos h u d der,  bu t he  kept  calm. Pullin g h is s o n's  body  clos e, h eheldthe bo y.

" Fa ucet!" repeated ly s houted th e S ou ths id e men as the y u nme rcifull y fired int ot h e  c rowd.

The shootin gw e nt  on forcloset ote n -minutebe for e th e gunme n fi n al ly filed  out.Ca re fully p la cing h is  so n o n the floo r, Tek ki got u p tos urvey the chao t ic scene.

Su r vi v o rs of t hemassacre mo veda bout  ins ea rch of lo ved o ne s .N ewly dead persons l ie d spra wledon the floor,  while for t u n ate vict imsn ur s ed bullet woun ds.
Tekki trem b led at t he si ght.

"T ekki," sh o u ted some one .
Qui ckl y sp inning in the d irec ti on of w her e someo necal led  hi mfrom, henoticedon eof  h issoldi e rs appro ac hin g. 

" Tekki ,  I thi nk it 's t im et o h ead bac k  t o Jama ic a, " sa idth e sol dier . 

T ekki sh ook his h ead .  _He 's  r ight._
__ The curre nt  mass-murd er  wo uld br i n g more h eat on him. The FEDS we r e alrea dyon to  him , and hedid  not w ant them t o gettheir  h and s on hi m .  I t w as  time to g o toJamai ca  and  cool o ff.

Chapter 44

_ _  Na tty Blacks sa t o ut f r o nt  hi s  h o use  r e adi n g  the daily news paper, eng ul f ed  in the co v erst ory hea dlined_Dead l y Jamai can Posse  leaves 1 5dead a t B rooklyn wa ke._

"F ucking id i ots," he  voic ed. 

Thear tic le we nt ont o e xplai n themo unting  murd er  rate th roughout the city, cred itingthe F auc et Lane g ang for  many ofthes e violentact s.Label edt he mo st n o to rio u s Jam aica n  drug-gan g  t o _ e v er _ emerge in t h e c ity,a h i gh ale rt w as put out for th e  capture of ru thle s s  th ugs apar tof the cabal.
Na t
. The_gathering moved_in a disorderly manner,_raising his_concern._Deciding to_investigate_the matter, he_started for the_entrance, but paused when_armed Southside gunmen_burst_through the door.

"Oh shit," he whispered.

Desmond and a few Faucet Lane hoods opened fire_into_the crowd_of_mourners,_causing total pandemonium.

Men, women, and_children ran for their lives,_knocking over_Tekki's son's casket during the haste to get_away.

Using_a bench for_cover, Tekki jumped when his son's body fell near_him. The circumstances caused him to_shudder, but he_kept_calm._Pulling his son's body_close, he held the boy.

"Faucet!" repeatedly_shouted the Southside men as they_unmercifully fired into the crowd.

The shooting went_on for close to ten-minute before_the gunmen finally filed out.

Carefully_placing his_son on the floor, Tekki_got up to_survey the_chaotic scene.

Survivors of_the massacre moved about in search_of loved ones._Newly dead persons lied sprawled on_the_floor, while fortunate_victims_nursed_bullet wounds.

Tekki_trembled at the_sight.

"Tekki,"_shouted someone.

Quickly_spinning_in the direction of where someone_called_him from, he noticed one of his_soldiers approaching.

"Tekki, I think_it's_time to head back_to Jamaica," said the soldier.

Tekki_shook his head. _He's right._

__ The_current mass-murder_would bring_more heat on him. The FEDS were already on to him,_and he did not want them_to get their hands_on him._It_was time to_go_to Jamaica_and cool off.

Chapter 44

__ Natty Blacks sat_out front_his house reading the daily newspaper,_engulfed in the cover_story_headlined _Deadly Jamaican Posse leaves 15_dead at Brooklyn wake._

"Fucking idiots," he_voiced.

The article went on to_explain_the_mounting murder rate throughout the_city, crediting the Faucet Lane gang_for many of_these violent acts. Labeled the most notorious_Jamaican_drug-gang to _ever_ emerge in the_city,_a high alert was put out_for_the_capture of ruthless thugs apart_of the cabal.

Nat