The days quickly came and swept by, as the war on the streets between the Clinton Boys and Dolph's crew raged on... Casualties were piling up on both sides, and the recruitment office was a bit dull lately, not many were willing to come down and join in Dolph's private war against his personal rival, and the morale was quickly slipping...

It was about mid morning when Adolph finally woke from his slumber.. The nights were always long, and the days were even longer.. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he stumbled to his feet and out to the kitchen to get himself a glass of Orange Juice.. he loves OJ in the morning.. when bullets began ripping through his kitchen window.. he hit the deck and dropped the carton he had in his hands sending OJ flying everywhere as the glass fell to the flor into it... what seemed like an eternity of gunfire, finally stopped before a car could be heard skirting away from the place...

He slowly rose to his feet and glanced out the shattered windows down to the streets.. where the fuck were his guards? He slowly turned and stepped around the glass scatter along the floor before making his way to his bedroom where he pulled a key from his nightstand and walked over to a closet with a lock on it...

"These mothafuckas.. think they could come and shoot at me in my house now?" he said furiously as he talked to himself

"I'll fucking show them..."

He flung open the closet doors as the lock finally came off and a evil smirk came over his face, weapons of all kinds were inside including body armor and some explosives... Dolph through some clothes on and quickly geared up before walking over to the phone and dialing out to Keyglock..

"Yo dog, where the fuck is the security team at.. I just got shot up at my place and not a single mothafucka was out on the streets guarding the place.. what the fuck man" Dolph screamed into the phone at him after he picked up

"Get your fucking ass over here pronto.. were going to go hit that motherfucker now.. bring whatever men we got left."

Dolph hung up the receiver and walked over to the living room, tossing his shotgun down on the couch before sitting next to it and picking up the marijuana cigarette on the table.. he quickly ignited it and took a long drag as he looked over at his kitchen windows.. shot up to shit... Motherfuckers... he kept thinking to himself... It was time for Trenton to die...

On the other side of Society Hill, Dolph and his ragtag crew of hoodlums were cruising down the block in his BMW 303 scanning the streets for any signs of the Clinton Boys.. The war had gone on for over a month now and both sides had felt the cost of it.. Recruiting on both sides was scarce, and what men Dolph had left were either with him from the start, or had no other place to be... the morale and loyalty due to the constant death left many not wanting to go out and hustle their paper routes...

It was all but a lost hope, feeling frustrated, he was about to call off the search when he spotted a dark sedan pull around the corner just up ahead.. His stomach dropped when he recognized the car as none other than Trenton Davis' jackpot!

"Yo cut the lights dog.. I just seen Trenton and one of his boys turn the corner up ahead..." Dolph barked at KeyGlock who was driving in the front seat

"Wait until he parks, and then pull up and lets jump out and blast this fool.."

Keyglock nodded at him as he killed the lights to the car and gave distance so they wouldn't be spotted.. The car didn't drive long before it came up next to the curb outside of one of his illegal rackets

"This mothafucka is really gon' get caught slipping.. making a pickup? Them boys must really be thin... good thing it's about to be all ova for them.." Dolph chuckled as he nodded to KeyGlock who immediately hit the gas

Trenton Davis and his bodyguard had just started getting out of their car, and as he shut the driver door he glanced back and noticed the black BMW flooring down the street at him with no lights on.. His stomach dropped as he knew what was coming next... He attempted to flee behind his car but before he could turn and slip around the front, the barrage of gunfire erupted upon him and all he saw was the blood spatter flying up onto his white sedan as the bullets ripped through his body and landed in his vehicle...

His bodyguard pulled a pistol and attempted to return fire but was unsuccessful in landing and hits before his clip emptied and the car was gone.. He nervously ran around the car to his Boss Trenton who was slumped over onto the hood bleeding out but still breathing.. He had an odd smile on his face as his guard turned him over..

"Fuck! Boss they fucking ambushed us.. shit.. your bleeding all over the place-" the man was frantic

"You did good kid... get the fuck out of here before the cops show up.. I won't make it to the hospital-" he coughed up some blood and smirked

"Go on.. get..."

The bodyguard shed a tear and hugged Trenton one last time as the sirens began to whale in the distance..

"I will avenge you father.. someday..."

Trenton smiled as he began to slip from this life.. His son and bodyguard said one last goodbye before slipping off into the shadows... The Clinton Boys were no more giving Dolph effective control over Bedford back in New York, along with Society Hill in Philadelphia..