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Ant stared at Chase who was trying to stop the bleeding from his nose.

"What you mean you aint seen her nigga?! Last we heard she was at yo punk ass house!" He screamed in Chase's face.

Chase's hands flew up in surrender, ready to block anymore punches that came his way from Ant who was pissed the fuck off at the moment because his sister been missing for a week, and nobody has seen her.

"I swear to God I haven't seen her, man. You have to believe me, please!"

"What now?" Odell turned to Ant. "He keep saying the same shit. He may not know where she is."

Ant shook his head. "Nah I ain't having this. I know he know where," he kicked Chase to the floor. "my lil sister at. She was last at his house!"

He grabbed Chase's face and got close to it. "My nigga, you better tell me where she at right fucking now."

Chase spat at out blood onto the concrete floor, struggling to breath because he was scared shitless. After taking a few quick and easy short breaths, he tried to answer. But before he could, Ant hit him with another threat.

"Ion wanna hear that 'I don't know' shit. Or you can eat this bullet right fuckin' now." He pulled his gun out, pressing it to his forehead.

"She left my house the next morning, saying she was going to her s-sister's house. I swear man, I haven't talked to her." He begged.

"Aye, cmon." Odell grabbed Ant and pushed him towards his car. The two got in and sped off, leaving Chase beside a dusty road.

He got up and began to walk for two miles until he spotted a gas station. His phone rang and he answered.

"What?" He snarled.

"Where are you? You're late."

"I was getting my ass beat and almost killed by her brother. Man, he pulled a gun out on me."

She laughed. "Damn. He did you good huh? You need a ride?"

Chase nodded as if she could see him. "Yeah I'm at the gas station on 199th."

"Im on my way."

Miami Police Department

Alizae and her mom sat in the two chairs that were provided for them while Ant, Odell, and Shawn stood behind them.

"How long has she been missing?" The female detective asked, tucking some of her blonde hair behind her ear while preparing her pen.

"A week." Alizae croaked, not feeling the best.

"Who was she last with?"

"Her bitch ass boyfriend. Nigga named Chase." Ant snarled. "His bitch ass claimed he ain't seen her but it's straight bullshit, if you ask me."

His mom turned to him, trying to swing at him. "Language, Anthony." She warned.

The lady nodded, scribbling what he said down. "Chase got a last name?"

"Wilson," Ant snarled.

Alizae's breath got caught up in her esophagus. She knew, and so did everyone else in the room beside he detective, that Taylor was dead but she couldn't help but try to piece the two together.

They both had the same last name, both were in New York simultaneously, along with her and Odell, and now the name has resurfaced once again.

Too much has happened to just brush it off as a coincidence. She decided to wait until she was alone with Odell to share her thoughts.