heavily, black smoke pouring out from under the hood. Sledge finally stopped the vehicle under the thick canopy of the mangrove trees, completely hidden from the sky.He turned off the engine, pulled out his locally-made pistol, and pointed it directly between Adekunle's eyes.The remaining street boys crawled out of the vehicles, surrounded the car, their faces covered in blood, sweat, and absolute hatred."Chief pikin," Sledge hissed, his hand shaking on the trigger. "Your papa don destroy my boys. He don take his cars back with blood. Tell me why I no go blow your brain comot for this swamp right now."
