A year later...
Risha was about to lock her shop up for the night.
"I'll be ready, just taking the trash out back, " Risha said, talking to Keith bodyguard.
Walking out, throwing out the trash in a dumpster. When Risha turns around, she gets knocked out by someone.
10 minutes passed. Keith bodyguard comes out back not seeing Risha. He looks around, seeing traces of blood leading towards the alley. He gets out his phone calling Keith.
"Boss man. We have a problem," His bodyguard said
"What is it?" Keith asked, sitting up at his desk in his office..
"Risha took out the trash and never came back in. I went to check, and I saw blood leading towards the highway. I believe she was taken, boss. I see tire marks leaving the alleyway, " He said, putting his hand on his head.
(Keith's office)
Keith hangs up from his meeting.
"Sorry to wrap this up fellas, give me the new print on the shoes and send them over to Monica. I have an emergency," he said, grabbing his jacket.
William and Owen get up and follow right behind Keith.
"Everything good, boss?" William asked
Keith gets his phone from his jacket, checking Risha's location. Her phone was on the highway heading West. Keith hops in his truck, giving his phone to his driver.
"Get on it. NOW!" Keith said, sitting back and seeing his driver speed off.
"Boss, give me something?" William asked
"Somebody took Risha from the shop," he said, looking out the window.
(Basement) An hour later.
Risha wakes up, breathing heavy. She was sitting down legs tied to the bottom of the chair. While her hands were tied from the back. Her mouth had duct tape on them. And her eyes were covered up with a black bag.
A man walks over, snatching the bag off Risha face. Risha looks up at him at breath heavily.
"Damn, bitch fine" one man said.
The guy takes off the tape from Risha mouth. He looks at her for a little minute. Risha was a little scared, but she wasn't going to show it.
"Sup," he said, seeing her look up at him with no facial expression.
"Don't seem like she scared Nate," His homebody said
"Thanks nigga, now she know my name" He said raising back up lighting his blunt.
"What you want from me?" Risha asked.
"It's not you, baby. Your mans" he Said walking back over to her. "He has something, or I must someone of mine. I need her back plus my money she stole, " He said
Risha sat and thought about it. "Let me guess. Angel?" She said, sweating just a little. But her body was so chocolate you would think she just put coconut oil all over her body. Her real hair was straightened to the middle of her back with no make-up.
"You ain't stupid after all," He said, smiling at her
"I catch on to shit fast. Just like you, a dead man walking. So tell me something you beat Angel ass like that?" She asked, still tied up. But at this point, if he was gone, do something to her. He would have done it already..
"Dead man walking?" He repeated after her. Nate grabs Risha throat, squeezing it real hard. Seeing her choke. He threw the chair back, making her fall with it.
Risha was surprised.
Nate walks up with a knife, cutting the straps from her legs and hands. Risha grabs her throat coughing. Nate grabs her by the hair, dragging her to the couch in the basement.
"Who a dead man walking?" He said getting angry. He began stealing off Risha in her face.
3 hours later.
Keith stands at his desk in his warehouse that he bought a while back. Nobody knew he had it built from the ground up. It was empty just how he wanted it. He looks down at Risha's phone, finding it on the side of the hallway.
"Boss man," one of his bodyguards said, seeing his him thinking hard about something.
Keith looks up at his crew. It was 20, all in total. His phone rings. He answers, putting it on speaker.
"Who is this?" Keith asked, folding his arms as his bodyguards got a little closer.
"Don't worry about that nigga," Nate said with the phone to his ear.
William got a little closer hearing a voice that sounded familiar.
"You got something of mine. Just how I got something of yours. Can't lie, boss man. She is fine. Tough too, " He said, smiling.
"That sounds like Nate," William whispers.
Keith looks up at William, grabbing his phone from his desk. "What is it, I got of yours?" Keith asked
"Angel. She took a lot of money from me, " Nate said
"Nigga that ain't my problem," Keith said
"Now it is"
Keith cuts him off "If you touched my lady. You a dead man walking Nate, " He said, getting angry.
"Shit i might be. She A little bruised. But she was tough. Like I said. I need a million by tonight, or she might just be mine until I dead her, " He said
"You got it. Send the low when you ready," Keith said, hanging up, not trying to head another from his ass.
"What do you need us to do?" William asked.
"He aint stupid. Lets go to Stella's," Keith said, walking out and fixing his tie.
(Nate's hideout spot)
Nate hangs the phone up. looking over at Risha. He hit the blunt, letting the smoke come out his nose. He walks over to Risha. She was bleeding from her lip, with a rag in her mouth.
Nate sits down next to her, taking the rag out of her mouth. "So, tell me something. You are on a contract with Keith," Nate asked.
Risha looks at him. She was mad as fuck.
"And why you wondering?" Risha asked
"Cause I need to know. If so, you ain't that much important to him," he said, sitting back.
"I'm his lady, not on no contract," she said. "Look, take this shit off my hands. I clearly can't escape. Why keep me tied up?" She asked, looking over at him. Her hair was starting to frizz up from being hot in the basement.
Nate thought about it. He grabs his pocket knife from his back pocket, and gets it out, cutting the tie from her hands.
Risha grabs her hands and rubs them. She was bruised around the wrist, and it showed.
"You used to work down at the club with Jamie, I remember you. Never thought you'll be with a nigga like that, " Nate said getting up off the couch.
"Me neither, but here I am. I don't see why you couldn't get Angel. Why me?" She asked
"Cause , first. You fine. I needed to see why he was acting like that with you. Trust me, I saw him act out when it came to you," Nate said
"Okay, so?" Risha said, grabbing the rag, wiping her mouth. She looks down at her arms, seeing it bruised. "I'm a lady, and this how you treat me?"
"Usually a bitch like you , would be crying and begging. You still ain't fold yet," he said taking a hit from his blunt.
"I'm not just a regular bitch. I went through shit myself, but I wouldn't fuck nobody up for no reason," she said. She just wanted to keep to conversation going so he wouldn't hit her again.
"Risha you is tough. I give you that." He said walking off.
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Partner In Crime
Mystery / Thriller"The city of Philly. My home town. A city where all types of crimes happens. Rape, drugs,killing. You got Real niggas and fake niggas. You got some solid ass bitches but alot of them fake as fuck. But here I am. Risha Smith. Just turned 21. Growing...
