𝙲𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙴𝚁.

𝟸. 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜

whew! this been sitttttiiinnnngggg yall. hopefully i fixed all my errors but if i missed one, you already know what to do with it! happy reading 😘

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"Tell me you got some good news" Zac says into his phone as he closed the door to Fatima's hospital room. He thought the guard patrolling the hallway was rather odd but he decided not to question it, assuming that must be how they ran things around here.

"Well, the number belongs to a burner" Nate regretfully informed.

"That doesn't surprise me. Eyes on Eastway?" Zac walked towards the secluded area by the large window at the end of the hall, looking over the busy city of Atlanta.

"Yeah, around the clock since the club was touched but since then ain't nothing really been worth focusing on. Niggas just on the street, moving weight. They been low since them boys was locked up"

"You ain't got much of a choice when you got the Feds on ya neck. I'm sure them boys planning to kick in they doors any day now." Zac mumbled.

"Right but look I know this girl that can decode encryptions and shit. She used to work for the fucking FBI and only left cause she got pregnant. Depending on the type of burner the text came from, she might be able to find the location at the time the it was sent"

Zac nodded, twisting his lips "Okay cool..that should give me a good start. You know I'm not getting the law involved in this though so tell girly I'll pay her whatever she asking for. I just need this shit figured out" Zac dragged his heavy hand down his face and sighed. Nate agreed to do him a solid and reach out to Angie on his behave. He made an attempt to engage in conversation with Zac but it failed.

"Aye bro, what's going on?"

"What you mean?"

Nate smacked his lips and chuckled, "How you gonna ask me that like we ain't boys? We grew up together nigga, caught bodies on the same blocks, fucked bitches under the same roof, ran missions after school before practice and shit" he said, giving Zac the laugh he needed. "I know when something is going on with my brother"

Zac looked over his shoulder, checking to see if the guard that waited outside of Fatima's door was paying him any attention. And he wasn't. Zac took a few more step, landing him by an emergency exit and a drink machine.
"Remember the woman you met that night you came to show me that video with Jah and Noelle?"

"Yeah" Nate said, answering fast.

"Well, there's a bit of a back story with me and her and I'll tell you all that later but right now I need to find out who sent me the message. They might be the reason why she's in this fucking hospital"

"Hospital? What happened? She good?"

"Yeah, she straight. She a little banged up, her foot in a boot but she good. I'll run you the details later just see what your girl can come up with and hit me back"

•𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛•

Upon Madam's request, Zac was to take Fatima to the address she sent him in a password protected email. It was an hour outside of Atlanta and if she ever needed to come to town for any reason, she was to notify Madam beforehand and nobody else.

It was clear a brief discussion with the police, they learned the fire was an act of arson. The flames burned upwards once they started, aiding in the recovery of substantial evidence. There were fragments left from the explosive, leaving the conclusion to be made a homemade bomb had somehow been hung in Fatima's basement, which meant her personal space had been invaded. Her home was broken into. Someone was indeed trying to end her. Against her wishes, she was forced into hiding until her 3 week appointment to check on the progress of her ankle.