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TWO WEEKS HAD passed since the shooting.
Harlym sat in Key's bed, he was still very much unresponsive, after positioning one of her AirPods in his ear she pushed play on Knife Talk by Drake and 21 Savage. "This new, you gon' like it."
She put her head on his shoulder.
"You bein' hella weird." ManMan took a large bite from his apple.
"Why the fuck are you even here?" She snapped at him, "If you gon' sit there then sit there quietly."
Marcus leaned back in his seat as Boonie just looked between them, "Anyway," He mumbled, "Any word on Duck Duck goose?"
"I had Mickey lookin' for him. He duckin'."
Mickey was a guy on their set who was the scariest stalker they had ever met, he could find anyone at anytime. He was the one who found two of the other guys who were in the car that day.
The third one had fled Houston but everyone knew not to let him come back within the city limits, he would be dead as soon as he came back.
So the last person to find was Duck.
"Are y'all sure he didn't just leave?" Harlym asked, pausing her song.
Quincy shook his head, "Ain't nobody seen his old ass. If he left someone would've seen something."
She pursed her lips and nodded, "Okay."
Boonie sat up, "We know where his daughter go to school. I say we put a couple in her and take that nigga outta hidin'."
ManMan smacked his lips, "Nah, she ain't do shit."
"She snitched on yo' dumbass!" Boonie put his phone down, "Key would be alive if she hadn't opened her mouth 'bout you. It was teenage shit, it should've stayed that way." He swung his arms.
Harlym sat up, "Key is still alive."
Boonie side-eyed her, "That machine is alive." He stood up, "If my brother dies then imma kill that bitch and her baby myself."
Everyone watched as he left, as soon as the door swung close it opened right back and Brielle walked though with two bags of food in his hands. "He made me order this fat ass burrito and he just gon' leave?"
Quincy grabbed one of the bags, "I'll take it. I'm hungry."
Brielle tossed ManMan his own burrito before walking over to Harlym with her quesadilla, "Here you go," She handed her the plate.
Harlym took it with a thanks before sitting back and crossing her legs, "Boonie in his feelings again, you need to go check him."
"That ain't my nigga yet. I'm not checkin' him." Brielle took her own seat with her own food, "But this situation would really put anyone in they feelings, it sucks."
