Khali the Killer Page #2

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-Grandma, you ok?

-Yes, I'm fine!

-You're not supposed to be cooking.

Oh wow, you don't tell me what to

do in my own house. Okay?

Por favor go!

It's okay.

No, no, no. Esta me casa.

-Hi. Buenos dias.

-Hello!

I don't speak Spanish.

Is Khali here?

Si.

Hey Khali.

Hey how you doing bro?

How did you get this address homie?

Hey, hey, hey I want to

apologize for just

...showing up here like this.

But you know uh

I really need your help with

something.

-Hey you, you made this for me?

-Thanks, Grandma. But I'm okay.

This is delicious.

This good. I want some more

please. Love you.

-Look I'm still recuperating

-Yeah yeahso how's it going?

-I need to rest up.

-Yeah yeah

-That's how it's going.

-Okay, okay. Um...

...so I'm going to get this

out of the way.

I need something from you.

Like a favor and I will do

something for you in return.

If you did it for me.

What the f..k you here for?

-You do something for me

-What the f..k you here for man?

I need you to kill my wife

and my mother in law.

-Come on are you f..g crazy?!

-I know it sounds crazy.

But, it's either me or them.

I have no choice.

Look I owe some

bad motherf..s.

And trust and believe

they about to collect.

Man I got

I got literally no options.

Your wife got money?

No my mother in law

has money right.

She's worth 20 million dollars.

And my wife, she's an only

child so, knock them both off...

...and it goes straight

to me.

-She got money?

-Yeah, she got money.

Don't act like you can't use it.

I mean look at this f..g place.

What the f..'s wrong

with you stupid?

Alright I shouldn't have said that.

I shouldn't have said that!

Get out of my f..g face! Get your

f..g a..s the f..k up out of here!

Hey straight up

take my card.

-F..k your card!

-Alright, alright, alright!

No harm no foul.

How the f..k did I

end up here man?

I wasn't some kind of abused kid.

My mom just wasn't around.

But I ain't no victim.

Hustlin' was fun.

My first taste of crime was

in a crew called, 213.

Not a gang really. Just a bunch

of homies. Friends, family.

With all kinds of benefits.

But, when I left the gang

and went solo...

...I became isolated.

It was just me out there. Alone.

Killing motherf..s. And

hoping that I didn't get killed.

No one had my back.

Every day, was Dia de Muertos...

Russian roulette.

Kill or be killed.

But like any job, I got used to it.

I punched the clock.

Trudged through.

Being a hit man was just

something I did to pay the bills...

...while I did things that I loved.

Grandma.

Grandma.

Grandma.

Grandma.

-Hi daddy.

-Hey baby. How you doing?

-Good.

-Where's your mom?

Over there.

Hey, I need to borrow your car.

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