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Damien's request to scare off Rowan Vidal was easy money. I had my boy, Slick, with me to drive.

"How long till this guy's plane lands?"

"Man, relax...he'll be here."

As I spoke, the private jet flew down. We waited another fifteen minutes, and our target came into view. I called Damien with an update.

"Yo, Dame."

"What's up, Rollo?"

"I got his location. I'm moving in."

"Okay, but try not to kill him...this is just a warning."

"Heard you."

I hung up, watching Vidal get off the private jet. He had no bodyguards with him, and I shook my head. This man doesn't fear for his life at all.

"Is this guy a model or something?" Slick asked.

"Why?"

"He's really nice looking, cool fashion and tall..."

"Aww, ya catching feelings now?" I chuckled.

"Fuck you, Rollo."

I laughed at his response, I like pissing Slick off.

But he was right about Vidal. To be good looking and filthy rich with no cares in the world must be nice. The more I looked at him I realized that Vidal is the same guy my daughter has a poster of on her wall.

"Damn, wish I could've got an autograph for her."

Usually I don't ask for reasons when it comes to pulling up on someone for Damien but I started to get curious about his beef with Vidal.

This guy is a musician, he doesn't look street affiliated and Dame doesn't want him dead, so this ain't about money.

This beef has to be about pussy.

We sat in my car in the distance. Once he started his black on black BMW, Slick put the car in drive and I got my glock nine ready.

"Time to have some fun."

Vidal's rear lights came on and we pulled up to the back of his car. I began firing off a few shots. Vidal sped off and we followed.

"Stay on his ass."

"I know what I'm doing..."

I let off some more shots and his car swerved from side to side. Vidal was doing some good driving, trying to avoid these bullets.

Then suddenly, he sped off on some turbo type shit.

"What the fuck?!"

Slick and I were dumbfounded.

"Do this mothafucka got turbo jets on that bitch?!"

Slick pressed on the gas, hoping to catch up to Vidal. We sped down the highway but didn't see any tail lights in sight.

"Wait a minute..."

I noticed we were the only ones on the road on either side. That is weird as fuck, being it was only 9 something at night.

BOOM!

The car was hit on the driver side but nothing was there. Slick swerve then got steady.

"What the fuck was that?!"

BOOM!

We got hit again but on the passenger side. The windshield shattered from the impact but nothing was there. I blasted my gun out the window.