"you wanna sleep on me? overnight?
i'm the muthafuckin boss, overwrite
and when I pull up, vroom, motorbike
now all my niggas gettin overbuck, overwrite"

after the crazy night at the club, iman decided to stay in for the rest of the weekend. she didn't wanna go anywhere unless she really had to. roman went to the warehouse to deal with the situation and iman was at home. janelle did come over though as she wanted to check on her best friend, especially since she was so worried that she has gotten shot.

"like I was so damn scared. I didn't see you come out with us and I thought that someone got you" janelle told her. "I was gonna go back to find you but the gun shots kept going and aniyah forced me to leave the club, I didn't wanna leave without you".

"aniyah was right though, you didn't need to risk your life like that" iman told her.

"I cried the whole car ride home, I honestly thought that you had gotten shot" janelle continued to explain.

"you have my location though why didn't you just check it?" iman wondered.

"I wasn't thinking about that at the time. I didn't even think about it until I got home, then I saw that you were out of the bronx and I was relieved. that's when I knew to come over today to check on you" janelle said.

"i'm glad you did, I was so upset last night. everything was just so..... ugh" iman sighed. "plus roman's not here so".

"he's figuring out who was behind it?" janelle asked her.

"he knows who did it, he's probably speaking to the club owner and his people to figure out what to do" iman told her.

"he's probably gonna kill them... whoever is left at least" janelle said. "I read the news article today and they said eight of them were dead and one person was injured".

"people still died janelle" iman stressed.

"the people that started it iman" janelle told her. "so fuck them, they caused harm to everyone. they can rot in hell for all I care".

"don't dwell on this iman honestly. just be grateful that you're alive, your friends are alive, and that your husband is alive. I already know you would've lost it if something happened to him".

".... I worry about him so much" iman sighed. "I don't wanna lose him y'know? it's so damn scary".

"well.... you know what I would tell you to do" janelle said, before iman could give her a dirty look because she knew what janelle was alluding too. "but you do love the man so dearly so I guess you just have to trust him. he's been doing this longer than y'all have been together right? he knows what to do".

that's what everyone has been telling her to do. "trust roman", "he's been doing this forever so he knows what to do", "no ones gonna touch him so don't worry".

too bad she does worry.

"what the fuck happened to my club?! it's a disaster! glass is everywhere, blood stains are on the wall, people in body bags..... what the actual fuck?!" paul exclaimed in confusion and anger.

at the warehouse, roman and his people were discussing the club shooting with paul. he was obviously very upset and shocked that this all happened and when he actually saw the club in shambles, he was even more upset. he was on video call with them, his face on the screen very red from the anger he felt at his establishment being in chaos.

"little shitheads that can't stay on their turf so they wanna fuck up mine" roman said.

"who are these people? I will go to the police right now and get those motherfuckers locked up ASAP" paul asked him.

"heyman do you not know who you're dealing with? fuck the cops, I want my justice now. hence why we gonna handle it" roman demanded.

"what are you gonna do?" paul wondered.

"you'll find out soon, don't worry" roman smirked, he already had a master plan on how to "get his justice" from victor's men.

"did anyone on your side get hurt? by the time I arrived to the scene the bodies were already in bags" paul asked.

"one of our suppliers desean. they shot him twice in the right shoulder, he's in the hospital now and they plan on doing surgery to his shoulder to take the bullets out" roman told him. "those bullets were inches away from his heart, almost killing him".

"his mother said that there's a fifty percent chance that he'll be paralyzed on that side if surgery doesn't go well" terrence told roman.

"fuck" roman mumbled. as much as he berated those boys, desean was actually a good one. he was only eighteen and was one of the best in the weed department, better than some of the adults. he was only in the game to provide for him and his single mother. roman did hope that he made it out alive, he's still a baby.

"poor kid. which hospital is he staying at? i'll send a card and an edible arrangement" paul said.

"north central in the bronx. we had went up there earlier... shit's rough. I hope he pulls through" roman said.

"you're actually showing compassion for once..." jey mumbled, which made jimmy hit his arm and roman give him a dirty ass look.

"why would I not show "compassion"? one of my guys got shot and is basically fighting for his life! shut up jey!" roman spat at him.

"so who were the men that did this? I still need to know" paul asked roman.

"I don't know the men but I do know that they came from victor marshall, one of my biggest rivals" roman told him.

"victor and I have been bitter enemies for years and he's always been jealous of me. jealous that I have so much power at my young age meanwhile it took him forever to be a king. he's a snake and a bitch and I hate him with a passion. he's been trying for years to take me down and it never worked. last night was an example of him trying to take me down but i'm not going out sad so he once again fails".

"he's gonna regret it once we get his people. they thought that they could fuck with my shit. thought that they could ruin your club in spite of me.... trust and believe me when I say that victor's gonna regret sending those boys out of their territory" roman smirked.

"terrence, shiny, bring jackie in here".

jackie was with desean when it all went down, and according to desean jackie was the main one involved in the confrontation. jackie definitely had information, and roman would usually never ask his suppliers for anything like this. he needed it though and hopefully jackie will comply and give him the answers he needs.

"I'll leave you all to handle that business, we'll check in later" paul said before hanging up.

terrence and shiny brought jackie into his office. he looked pissed. pissed at everything that went down last night, the fight, the shooting, desean getting shot, it was a lot. his emotions were bottled up, and that was good to roman because that meant that he might get some answers if he rants and spills.

roman took out a cigar and lit it up, smoking it and looking right at jackie. he was about to do his favorite thing, interrogation.

"so jackie, tell us everything that happened last night. from start to finish" roman said to him.

".... usually I don't ever snitch, I ain't no snitch" jackie began to say. "but in this scenario, where I was almost killed and my nigga in the hospital right now under tubes and shit? imma tell y'all everything if it means that those bitch ass niggas gonna get killed. I wish I would've done it myself, but y'all better do it for me".

"so last night desean and I were selling together, all was good. it was good until them niggas walked in. they came in like a pack and shit, with black hoodies on. I ain't never seen them niggas before and neither has desean so we went up to them to see what was up cause they was looking real sus".

"I asked them what was up and the main one was talking real reckless, cursing and shit. it was pissin' me off and I was about to do some shit but desean held me back before shit could escalate earlier. while desean was holding me back, I was looking harder at those niggas and I realized who they were. I had knew them niggas from somewhere, I had seen them before" jackie continued to explain.

"how have you seen them before?" roman asked him.

"those niggas are from yonkers, victor marshall has yonkers as a territory right?" jackie said.

"yeah he has westchester county" roman groaned. he hated that, especially since it wasn't even upstate new york where victor should've stayed in.

"so in july I was in yonkers for my grandmother's seventy fifth birthday. my family threw her a little family cookout and shit and despite how risky it is going out of territory, I went beccause my grandmother is basically my second mother. so I was up in yonkers and me and my cousin had made the decision to go to the liquor store to get some more alcohol, so we went to pecora's and which was over by my grandma's house" jackie began to explain again.

"when we got to the liquor store, I saw a bunch of dudes huddled up together in front of the store that was next to the liquor store. the dudes were clearly selling and at first I didn't care for it since I do it too, but then I started to think and I remembered that victor had territory in yonkers meaning that those niggas that were selling out there were his people!".

"so I had stayed in the car cause I wasn't about to start no problems while I was around my family, those muthafuckers might've known who I was and that was it. so now coming back to last night, I was yelling for them to leave the club cause they were the niggas from yonkers and victor's people. the main nigga tried to ambush me so I punched him in the face in self defense and then the nigga signaled his crew to start shooting and that's how it happened" jackie told him. "victor sent them to cause chaos, and that's how it started".

"is the main guy that you keep on saying still alive or is he dead?" roman asked him.

"when he signaled his crew to start shooting he ran out of the club, I saw him. I don't know if the rest of the niggas saw him and got him but I saw him leave the club but there was so much going on that I couldn't get him" jackie said. "here's the thing though, I know the street that little gang live on".

"so victor got little gang members from the southwest of yonkers. they called the oak street 13, cause they grew up on oak street and live on it".

"these fuckers live on a tree street? and they think that they gangsta like that?!" roman scoffed.

"the only reason why I even know this is because they have "OS13" tatted on their bodies. every member got it on their body somewhere, the main nigga has it tatted on his face and he's the only one that has it on his face cause he's the ring leader so that made it easier for me to recognize him. he's probably victor's little mole too" jackie told him. "so I bet you for a fact that him and the remaining members are on oak street in yonkers".

"you got an address?" roman asked him.

"nah, that's all the shit I know" jackie said.

"you did give us enough though, you gave us a street and a man to look out for, people too cause of the OS13 tattoo" roman said. "you know jackie, you know a whole lot about these gangs".

"my ears stayed glued to the streets. I got some family in southwest yonkers so I was asking them all night and this morning to give me everything they knew about them niggas, I want them dead forreal" jackie said.

"you're gonna get your wish" roman smirked. "very, very soon".

and then he looked at terrence and shiny.

"we got business to handle tonight".

it was almost ten thirty at night and roman, terrence, and shiny were driving around yonkers to get to oak street. shit was going down tonight, and roman couldn't wait. the three men were in a used 2018 honda cr-v, a car that they could dump off once they were done.

"how are we supposed to know which house they live in?" terrence wondered.

"terrence how long have you been doing this?" roman asked him.

"too long" he chuckled.

"exactly, if you've been doing this for "too long" then you should know. a house that looks real suspicious, no porch lights on, windows closed up, no lights in the house at all, the house looks all ran down.... y'know!" roman explained to him.

"half of these houses are what you just described" shiny said.

"y'all are my damn hitmen and y'all can't even find a damn house so we can kill these fuckers" roman groaned, growing annoyed with them because it was like they were barely trying. "I could've done this myself if y'all were gonna be useless".

they continued to look out for the house and after driving down what seemed to be a long "oak street", at the very end of the street was a house that looked like it could be THE house. the number on the door also conveniently happened to be thirteen too so it made it even easier to figure out.

"y'all got everything right? masks? guns? bulletproof vests?" roman asked them. they gave him a nod for yes.

"guns are fully loaded too tight?". another nod for yes.

roman took out his own mask and put it on his face, as did terrence and shiny. he parked the car a few houses down from the "13" house and the three men walked down the street and got to the house.

the front door was unlocked and with one turn on the knob, the men walked in with ease. no one was in the living room and it looked like no one was in the kitchen either, but the men heard noise coming from downstairs, the basement.

the three men walked downstairs to the basement and found the remaining members of the "OS13" down there smoking weed, playing cards and video games, and hanging out with women. they looked like they were having fun, but that fun was coming to a stop right now.

"aye yo....." one of the OS13 members said as he saw roman, terrence, and shiny. it caught the attention of the rest of them, and they immediately put their guards up.

"party's over bitch" roman growled in a low tone and immediately started the gun fire.

gunshots ran through the basement as men were getting shot left and right. the women that were downstairs screamed in horror and attempted to escape but because roman's plan was to "kill everyone that was there", that included the women. so the innocent women were also killed in the process of killing the OS13.

men that were all the way upstairs in the bedrooms came downstairs and were shooting at the men but they didn't get hit because of the bulletproof armor they wore. they then attempted to fight the three men and they fought back. punches, kicks, and chokeholds were going around but as the plan, roman, terrence, and shiny just shot the men dead.

roman, terrence, and shiny continued to shoot through the basement and roman instructed terrence and shiny to look around the house to see if anyone was hiding out somewhere. roman stayed downstairs to shoot off anyone else.

there was someone left though, the main man. his real name turned out to be emilio perez. he was the leader and the one that started the conflict last night, the one that caused all of this pain to begin with. the dude with the face tattoo.

emilio came up behind roman and he hit roman in the face with his gun. that barely phased roman though, and all he did was hold his face. he then used his own gun and began to pistol whip the man. he didn't even wanna kill him so quickly, he wanted to beat him and then kill him, have him die in his own pity and pain.

roman beat him up nonstop with the gun, ruining up his face with blood, knots, and bruises. his face had a chance of being unrecognizable when done.

"you're still a bitch" emilio spat out before roman could hit him again.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" roman yelled out before hitting him again, the man laughed.

"that club was just the start, just wait til the rest of the rude awakening dawns on you..... your little empire will be done for" emilio warned. "victor marshall coming for what's his.... know that".

roman had enough of emilio speaking and finally decided to shoot him. he shot him multiple times, leaving him dead on the ground as was the rest of the basement. they were all dead with blood everywhere. a true crime scene.

roman went back upstairs and went to terrence and shiny, they were done with their task and they disposed of the rest of the people. the men then used the back door to leave the house and walked back to the car to drive back to the warehouse.

about two hours later, roman arrived back home and was in a great mood. the whole OS13 gang was dead, the whole gang was gone and it was because of him and his people. all of this power.... he loved it.

when he walked into the room, iman was walking back to the bed from the bathroom and she looked at him and immediately gasped when she saw roman's bruise from the gun whip.

"oh my god roman are you okay?!" iman gasped.

"i'm fine, matter of fact I feel great" roman grinned.

"you have a whole bruise on your face how are you okay?!" she exclaimed as she sat him on the bed and held his face.

"I already applied stuff to it i'm fine, it'll go away" roman said.

"what happened though?" she wondered.

"just know that you don't have to worry about those guys from the club last night" he told her.

"there was more of them?" she said. "janelle told me that they were all dead from last night".

"there was more of them but they're all gone now so don't worry about them no more" he said.

"you killed them didn't you? and this bruise is from you fighting isn't it?" she guessed.

roman didn't say anything because he didn't know how she would react. she usually hated when he would kill people so he didn't wanna explicitly tell her, even though she was smart enough to figure it out herself.

iman didn't really feel any way though, as she just continued to look at him.

"you know usually I would berate you but honestly after last night.... they deserved it" she said. "this is the one time i'll tolerate you killing people".

"thank god, we don't have to argue" roman sighed.

"and I don't have to worry about you" she said. "I think".

"I always tell you that no one is getting me baby so don't stress yourself out over it" he assured her.

"it's you roman I always have to worry" iman chuckled.

"well.... at least I know you care!" he said, which cause iman to give him a look.

"go to bed clown" she said as she threw a pillow at him.

"lemme change and then i'll join you" he grinned and then gave her a kiss on the cheek.

the most important thing to iman was that roman was okay and knowing that he was assured her in the best way. at least she'll sleep good tonight unlike last night. she'll sleep well with her husband by her side, and that's what she loved.

meanwhile in buffalo, new york, victor marshall was laid up in bed with one of his various girls. they had just finished up a wonderous sex session and were cuddled up in his king bed watching tv.

"want some wine baby?" victor asked his girl.

"of course" she smiled, happy that she just fucked a whole millionaire. too bad he's fucked so many other young twenty somethings, she wasn't special.

he poured her a glass and she drunk it. she also grabbed the remote and started to flip through channels, although one of the channels caught victor's attention quickly.

it was channel seven, and they were doing a news report and the headline read "JUST IN BREAKING NEWS", and the report was coming from yonkers, new york. oak street in yonkers, new york.

"we just received some breaking news, a break in shooting in yonkers, new york just occurred which resulted in NINETEEN individuals shot and killed. we've learned these nineteen individuals happened to be members of the OS13 gang, a popular gang in yonkers".

those words struck victor to his core. he just learned that his people, his main gang was all dead. it was bad enough that some of them died last night at the bronx shooting, but now they were really all gone. he was angry, confused, and most of all, pissed.

"according to eyewitnesses that heard the incident, gun shots began to rapidly go off in the household. after the incident seemed to die down, that's when one woman decided to call 911 to check on the house as she was afraid for herself and her family due to the rapid amount of gun shots".

"they were going off like crazy!" woman sylvia greene told us. "i've heard my fair share of gunshots in my lifetime but I ain't never hear that much the way I heard them tonight, I was scared for me and my kids I thought that they were gonna kill the whole neighborhood, but I guess they killed that whole house".

"the house where the incident took place, which is right here on oak street is blocked off as officials are investigating. according to one eyewitness on oak street they say that they spotted men in black hoodies and masks walking around oak street, however identities have yet to be discovered. if you see these mysterious people around oak street or yonkers, please let the officials know. this all happens after the shooting last night at the bronx strip club dangerouss which resulted in ten OS13 gang members dead and one civilian injured. was this all just another case of gang violence gone wrong? we'll have more on this soon. this is candace mccowan channel seven eyewitness news new york , joe and sade back to you".

victor screamed and threw the remote at his tv, breaking it. the girl was very afraid as she realized that her sugar daddy was furious.

"baby are you okay?" the girl asked him.

"get out" he mumbled. "get the fuck out of my house".

the girl looked at him and fright and immediately jumped out of the bed and ran out. victor got up and went to his bathroom and punched his wall, leaving a whole and leaving his fist bloody and bruised. he was pissed, his top gang was dead. DEAD. everyone was gone, including emilio. whoever did this was gonna have to pay, these people needed to go out by any means necessary.

a war would have to happen, and it WAS going to happen.