𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

~"sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴀᴛ"
𝐓𝐀𝐏 𝐈𝐍 ⭢

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𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭
𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 10
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"𝐀𝐘𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐔𝐏!" Dayvon dashed a full tub of water on top of the male that was tied up and against the chair— with the help of Durk. Baby blinked his eyes repeatedly before groaning. He looked around seeing the nothing but a dark room that had light here and there. He then looked straight and saw two familiar faces infront of him.

"Where the money?" He asked looking at Dominque in the eyes with a blank stare.

"Ion got it." He responded and Dayvon and Durk looked at each other. Of course they went back to the house and robbed them. They didn't care though, they wanted they money back.

"Damn. We spared yo ass many times and you still couldn't come up with half a mil? You a bitch made boy fa real." Durk stated and Dominque eyes got big.

"Where she at? What y'all do to her?!" His got loud with a hint of hurt. He didn't know if she was okay or dead.

"I don't know why you askin about her. All the stuff you did and you askin about her? You fucked up for that gang." Von pointed at him.

"But she ight. She knocked out in my room but she should be up in some minutes or sum." He continued, looking at the apple watch that was on his wrist. He did put Ivory in his room because he knew she wasn't the problem so it wasn't any reason to tie her up. He had another house he stayed at so he went there to rest, wash up, and get ready.

"Aye let's hurry this up twin. I'm tired than a mf." Durk spoke while yawning and they both pulled out their guns shooting Domique multiple times all over his body.

"Nice doing business witchu twin!" Dayvon smiled patting Durk on the shoulder. Durk smacked his hand and they both shared a laugh and walked out the room as Baby took his last breath.

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𝐈𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐉𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐞́ 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

Ivory blinked a couple of times, adjusting her eyes to the unfamiliar room she was in. It was a decent size room with the color grey as the theme.

She started to panic and she tried to stand up but she collapsed back on the bed. Her legs were numb and weak. She started to cry, scared that somebody at any moment would come and kill her. She couldn't walk to try to escape, it wasn't any phones or nothing around. Only thing that was in the room was her in her husband shirt.

She heard heavy footsteps making her hide back under the cover and cover her face. Just in time the door opened and she heard a familiar voice speak.

"Yeah me and twin- hold on imma call you back." He spoke and the voice made her roll her eyes mentally, Von.

"I know you awake. You wasn't in that position when I came in hea' earlier." His voice came out low and she cursed at herself but she remained in her spot. She felt the cover get lifted off of her and as soon as he was in sight she sat up and smacked him hard. After that she started punching him and he blocked them while trying to grab her hands. Once he got a hold of them he put them tightly together.

"Stop puttin yo hands on me! What the fuck is yo problem!?" He yelled making her jerk her head back.

"What the fuck is my problem? What the fuck is your problem? You kidnapped me and got the nerve to ask that question when I attack you? Let me go!" She retorted while struggling to get out his grip. This only made his grip tighter to the point it was hurting her making her eyes tear up again.

"You only makin it worse." He said making her give up and cry. She looked at him and her eyes got a little big seeing little red marking on his face and on his clothes.

"No no no. Where's my husband? What you do to him?" She asked and he let her hands go slowly.

"He dead. I would let you go take a look but I know yo legs not workin right na." He looked at her legs. That set her off and she attacked him again.

"I told yo ass to stop hittin me!" He yelled out once he got her hands once again, holding them tighter than before. She definitely had to have a bruise forming.

"You killed my husband!" She yelled but her voice cracked because the pain from her wrist and from the news she just received.

"You should be glad I lit his ass up. The nigga was finna kill yo lil ass next. But you ain't wanna hear all of that. You just wanna hit on niggas without askin why I did it." He yelled back making her heart break. She was already a sensitive person so hearing this from a male yelling at her made it worse.

"W-what?" She didn't want to believe what he said. Her husband loved her, besides the cheating he did through out the relationship, he wouldn't try to even kill her. "No you're literally lying through your teeth."

"He don't know how to keep his mouth shut 'round folks. You wasn't the cause of that accident, he was. He set you up gang." Dayvon shrugged. He watched as she balled her eyes out. It made him feel some type of way but he didn't know why. He didn't mean to put it out there like that but it wasn't no way else to put it at all.

"So what now? Your just gonna keep me hostage here in this room?" Her voiced crack as she rub her thighs feeling them start to tingle.

"That's the problem. Ion know if I should let you go or keep you hea'." He said before turning around and walking to the door. He didn't feel like physically hitting her back if she had hit him again because he didn't hit women— only if he had too. He had to get up out of there.

As he walked out the door he wondered should he let her go. He came to conclusion that he will just keep her here for a month or two. What he didn't know was that a lot of events will occur during those months.

1092 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠!