JAMES P.O.V.
I went through my bags separating everything. Bri made my life easier with routes and shit she had. All the shit that was going to Atlanta I bagged up and stuffed inside my suitcase.
I took it downstairs to have the concierge ship it to the post office. I went outside to my car to roll up cause I was tired and and it was getting late. I seen Bri getting out the car to go in the hotel. She was looking good as fuck.
The nigga from the side of the building with his hood on went in behind her. I noticed how he put his hand in his front pocket. I got out the car and locked my doors. Something I ain't like about him.
He jumped on the elevator with her just before it closed. I wanted to mind my own business but I couldn't. I hit the elevator button and the second one opened up. I hit her floor and it seemed like this shit was taking forever. I lit my blunt as the doors opened. I could hear shuffling and what sounded like muffled sounds. I turned the corner and he had her on the ground with her bra ripped off trying to get her purse from her and her skirt. I pulled out my phone and called the front desk.
Hi this is Fontainebleau This is Jonas speaking How May i help you? Jonas answered.
Yo it's me, pull the cameras from floor 16 and call my peoples tell them I said it's clean up time! I said into the phone taking a puff of my weed. Bri screamed to the top her lungs.
We'll do Mr. Carter!
JAMES!!! She cried once she seen me. Dude turned his head and I pulled my gun out and shit him in the head twice. He fell over her and she struggled to get from under him. I pulled her out and she cried into my arms.
Your alright! Stop crying I'm right here.
I wanna go home, I wanna go home! I wanna go home! She cried to me. I took my shirt off and put it over her.
Sir? A few of the bellman called out coming down the hall.
He's dead clean it up. I picked her up and carried her to the elevators to take her up to my room. I opened the door and sat her on the bed. "You're alright, look at me! Look at me!" She was shaking and crying hard.
Brionna look at me! You're alright!
He....Hee, he was trying to rape me and rob me!
He wasn't gone do nothing I'm right here, Ight! I'd never let anything happen to you. You hear me?
Yes!
I got you. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead.
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When Two Worlds Collide
Teen FictionThis story follows the early life of James also known by his street name Headshot or Shooter. James had an extremely rough childhood, one that turned him into the cold monster that he is today. It also follows the early life of Brionna. Bri was a Q...
