Johnny told us as much information as he knew, which wasn't much. He said that there was a couple of wanna be gangbangers that claimed they knew it was a set up. He didn't know names, not even the one of the gang, but he knew where they probably would be. They liked to hang out at an abandoned warehouse, partying into the small hours of the morning. Once Johnny gave us the whereabouts of the warehouse we left the bar to confront the gang.

I sat in the back of Bobby's car next to Jack as we drove to the warehouse. All of us sobering up at the thought of Evelyn's death being a set up, being a hit. I wiped a tear from my eye as I looked at the town I grew up in. We were in a part of the town that was slowly becoming a ghost town, the perfect place for the gangs to set up their drug supply. I caught Bobby's eyes in the rearview mirror not missing the tears escaping.

We pulled up to the warehouse that had music blasting and some faint lights could be seen in the few windows. We got out of the car in silent determination, Bobby guiding us to the trunk of his car. "You got a Burner?" Bobby asked Angel as he popped the trunk open.

Angel shook his head. "I flew in." he admitted.

Bobby ruffled around in the trunk for a moment before pulling out a gun and handed it to Angel. "Be careful with my baby."

"Ooh..." exclaimed Angel taking the gun in his hands and checked the sights.

"You like that? " Bobby said smirked at his younger brother.

"You got ammo?" Angel asked.

"Yeah, it's loaded little brother. Be careful." Bobby said as he looked over at Jack.

"Here, you carry the gas can." Bobby says.

"We're gonna do that gas thing?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, we're gonna do the gas thing. The only thing that scares people more than getting burnt to death is getting eaten alive. Let's go." Bobby said mocking him.

I rolled my eyes at his mocking. We had only done the gas thing a couple of times, probably one of the reasons he was sent to jail in the first place. People don't look to kindly being doused in gas. Bobby went to close the trunk. Jack reached out to Bobby's arm. "Wait, what do I get?" Both Jack and I voiced stopping Bobby from closing the trunk.

Bobby looked over to the two of us. "You coming with us? Oh." He said to Jack. He shoved a blanket aside and handed him a crowbar. "Here you go, sweetheart, poke 'em with that." He looked over to me before he pulled another gun out, checked to see if it was loaded before handing it to me. "That's loaded too, darling."

"Don't call me that." I said as I took the gun. It was heavy in my hands as I checked the sights. "Did you bring your entire artillery?" Bobby gave me a look before he closed the trunk.

Jack looked to me then to Bobby in disbelief that he gave me a gun and him a crowbar. "Thanks." he said sarcastically as Bobby and Angel walked towards the entrance.

"It's probably just because he's never taken you shooting before." I said as we jogged after the two to catch up. "He refused to let me touch a gun until he took me to the range."

Once we caught up to them we went into the poorly lit warehouse, looking around to see if anyone was in the entrance. From the outside of the building you could tell there was a party happening, but just by entering you would still think it was abandoned. It was a smart area to have a gang, off the radar where no one would call the cops. Hopefully they didn't realize that. Angel walked forward as we turned the corner. "Let's go. Five-O! I wanna see some hands!" he yelled loudly showing off his gun.

Kids began to scream and yell that the cops were here and to scatter. Adrenaline began to pump into my veins as we continued to walk further into the building. Kids began running past us, terrified of getting arrested. What a bunch of idiots to think we were cops.

"What are you doing here?" Bobby yelled at the kids.

I shook my head at the kids as they continued to run. They had obviously never been raided by the cops before, this was the opposite of what they would do. When we made it to a doorway leading into a new hallway that most of the kids were coming out of we stopped to look at the situation. There were less kids but we could tell from where they were running there was more in here. I leaned against Jack as we looked up and down the hall. "The popos is here! Y'all better run, man, these white cops are crazy! They killed Cornbread! They killed him - he didn't do nothing'!" Bobby said mocking a girl, I let out a snort his voice unable to help it.

Once we were certain that if we went to the right we would find the leader we walked through the doorway. "Everybody put your fucking hands up!" Angel said, all of us showing our weapons.

"Detroit Police I wanna see your fucking hands in the air!" I yelled out wanting to get something in as Bobby cocked his gun.

We walked into the heart of the warehouse, a couple couches and chairs were in the room. This had to be where the leader of the gang was, and his closest friends. We stopped anyone from running as we bottlenecked them into the room. One of the girls sitting on the couch went to get up. "Sit your mother fuckin ass down!" Angel yelled to her. She reluctantly sat back down when she saw the gun in his hand.

"Sit the Fuck down. Don't fucking move." Bobby said as he rounded the corner to see a man standing next to a lazy boy chair. "Over here." He pointed to the makeshift throne that had been created. I stayed behind pointing the pistol at the kids on the couch.

"Don't you fucking move!" I yelled as one of them shifted her weight. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Bobby and Jack walk over to the leader, sitting him down on his throne. Angel pointed his gun at one girl, pouring gas on her as she sat down on the couch.

"What the fuck man?" she said as the gas seeped into her clothes. I glanced over to Bobby and Jack who were talking to the leader. I was a little upset that I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying.

Angel moved closer to them so he could hear better. One of the girls muttered under her breath about how this was utter bullshit. I walked over to her and smacked the back of her head. "Shut the fuck up, bitch." I said pointing my gun directly at her.

This wasn't the first time I had been involved in a situation like this with Bobby. When we were younger one of the kids in my senior class tried to sell Jack some crack. When we all found out we came unglued. Bobby had a gun or two at this point with the serial numbers scratched off. I could almost guarantee the one I held in my hand had the numbers scratched off too. When Jack pointed to the kid we hunted him down that night, held up at gunpoint and beat the shit out of him. Needless to say he dropped out of school and no one heard from him again. With that situation I got to carry the gas can and crowbar, the following weekend Bobby took me to the range.

"So they turn the court lights out at ten!" the leader yelled out snapping me back to reality. I turned to look at Angel in disbelief. He gave me a matching look as chills began to run down my spine. When I showed up to Jerry's the cops were still there letting him know what had happened. Evelyn was shot closer to 11 at night, not 10. Which only meant one of two things. Either the cops were so stupid they wrote down the time of death wrong or it was a set up.

I glanced over at Bobby as he grabbed the guy by the collar of his coat, forcing him to stand. "Let's go." he growled to him.

"Where the fuck y'all takin' me?" he complained as Bobby held him at gunpoint forcing him to walk out of the room. Angel followed him before I did. Jack was right behind us, telling the other people to have a good night.

I didn't realize that we were a couple blocks down from the ball court that was in question, until we walked back outside. Bobby still had the guy at gunpoint as we walked near the store that Evelyn had been killed in. I wanted to avoid that store for the rest of my life, a dark cloud surrounded it and the loss that occurred. The man complained about how this was complete bullshit as we came to a stop near the court. Bobby handed the guy over to Angel as he walked closer to the court checking his watch. "It's 10:02 and the fucking lights are still on." he said.

"I know you know who did this homeboy." Angel threatened as he pressed the gun into the man's temple.

I closed the small gap between me and the guy, pressing the gun in my hand into his side. "This is bullshit and if you had anything to do with this-" I said as I was interrupted by Bobby turning over to us to and spoke. "Let's pop this motherfucker right now!"

Angel looked at the man, giving him a chance. "Speak up on it man." he said.

"Bobby, take it easy." Jack said standing behind us. Part of me knew he was behind us, part of me forgot that he was even here.

"Shut up Jackie." Bobby snapped at him.

I didn't have enough time to give Bobby a dirty look at his word to Jack as he shoved me out of the way. He grabbed the man behind the neck, Angel followed suit. "Look what-" the guy said as they dragged him closer to the court. "Yo man they gonna shut off they gonna shut off man!" the wanna be thug said with fear in his voice.

"The only lights that are going off are yours!" Bobby growled looking the man in the face.

That was the thing about Bobby, if he wanted to fight you he would ensure you were armed or ready enough to fight back. If he wanted to kill you he would make sure the last thing you saw was his face. Bobby cocked the gun and backed up, ready to shoot. "Look, look, look, look." The guy said pointing frantically at the court. We collectively looked at the court. My stomach dropped and the blood ran from my face. The lights were out. All hope I had that we were all crazy to think someone had purposefully set Evelyn up, had put a hit out on her, was gone.

"You're fuckin' lucky." Bobby said letting him go, walking closer to the court in disbelief that he had been right. .

"Told ya. Man y'all fools been played. Get off me man! Y'all don't even know who your messing with, man. Questioning me about the fucking lights and shit being off and all that." The guy said with a now confident attitude.

Angel looked over to him before he hit him with the butt of his gun. "Why don't you shut the fuck up man? You talk too much." he said as the man fell to the ground. Angel looked over to me, giving me a look that I could only guess was anger mixed with pain. Bobby walked over to us, signaling to follow as we walked back to the car.