i woke up with a pounding headache and handcuffed. why was i handcuffed? where was agent? did the guys i encountered at the mall do this? i had so many questions.
i looked around the room and there was a small bed that i was laying on, silver rusty handcuffs, messed up walls, and a small dresser.
i tried everything to get out the handcuffs but they were too small. as i was trying to escape, the door busted open. a tall lightskin with tats and curly hair walked in and stared at me. we stared each other for about 10 seconds until he finally spoke up.
"where's duke?" the boy asked as his voice echoed the room. "i-i don't know, he got shot the last time i heard from h-him" i stammered. "do you know who shot him?" he said coming closer. "n-no. i just heard from the talk of the town" i lied straight through my teeth. "hm. well you lived with him, where did he keep the money?" he said sitting on the edge of the bed.
"oh wow, um, i knew where he kept everything else but he would never tell me where he kept the money. every time i would try to ask, he would tell me not to worry about it." i said looking up at the guy. "are you lying to me?" he said coming up to my face. "n-no! i swear. he would tell me where he guns and drugs are but never the money" i said convincingly.
"okay. well, tell me where the guns and drugs are and ill uncuff you so you can go back to your little boyfriend. "it's in the house. upstairs in the very last bedroom and the safe code is 003292" i said pulling on the handcuffs. "thanks" he said taking the handcuffs off. "wait what you doing?" another person came in the room.
"uncuffing her?" he said looking back at the tall darkskin man. "did she tell you where the money is?" he said closing the door. "no she doesn't kn-"
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he was cut off by the brown skin man putting a gun up to my neck. "don't fucking lie to us, tell us where the money is or your whole jaw will be on the ceiling."
"p-please n-no, i promise- i promise i don't know w-where the money is, he never told me, please." i stuttered for my life. "move the gun from her face, duke isn't dead." a tall darkskin man came in. damn how many guys were there? i thought. the guy moved the gun and went out the room.
"w-what?" i said confused. "he got shot but he survived the bullet" the man said looking out the window. "so where is he?"
"if we knew where he was, we would've had him already dumbass" he said sarcastically. "sorry." i looked down. "you're gonna stay here for a while. forget your boyfriend now because you're not going back." the man decided. "w-what? no! i can't let this happen to me again please.
" i cried out. "look, you're dukes biggest weakness, if you encounter him with the right motive, he'll give in." he said coming close to me. "w-what do you mean." he sighed "if we find him, and we send you to him and you make him desperately want you, he'll tell you where the money is hiding, then you'll be free. it's that easy" he shrugged.
"if it's that easy then you do it" i rolled my eyes. "nigga i ain't gay. and don't give me no attitude, do it or you'll never see the light of day again, or your boyfriend." he looked in my eyes. "okay. i'll do it." i sighed not knowing what im getting myself into. not knowing if this was a trap. not knowing anything.
"you should've know what you was getting yourself into moving out here" he said uncuffing me all the way. "what are you talking about?" i said frowning. "just shutup and follow me so i can show you where you'll be sleeping at." he demanded. "whatever." i muttered. "what?" he whipped his head. "just show me."
he led me to a big room with a chandelier that probably cost like 100 bands. the bathroom had a big tub and a big shower. it was more like a tuscan style home. or whatever this place was. i was mesmerized by the view. but the view didn't look like california?
"where are we? i asked looking out the window."new york." he said with no emotion. "what?! but how long was i asleep?" i thought out loud. "about like a a day. we had to shoot something in you to make you tap out." he said unpacking my clothes he somehow got.
"this is crazy. i should've never moved out here. i should've stayed in florida" i sighed. "nigga who's fault is that." he said again with sarcasm. this time i was gonna do it back. "i went to college out here genius." i fired back. "stop trying to flip the sarcasm on me, it won't work. now help me find dukes mansion" he said sitting on the bed. "which one?" i sat next to him.
"what the fuck? how many mansions does he have?"
"like three. or more, i don't know" i shrugged.
"how'd you get this much money?" he asked while pulling out my louis vuitton bag and gucci purse.
"he gave me some money to go crazy before i went back to la"
"why'd you go back to la?"
"because he got me pregnant and beat me, so i left while he was gone one day, then the maid told him"
"what maid? esmeralda?"
"yeah how'd you know?"
"she used to work for me til she moved to work for him."
"oh." i looked down.
"well i never got ya name?"
"catrina, but people call me cat. what's yours?"
"zaymon, but just call me zay"
"and what's your other friends name?"
"brother. but his name is king and the other brother is cj"
"oh, confusing"
"not re-"
"yo i found him" king came in shoving the phone in zay's face showing some location im guessing duke was at?
"oh shit, get dressed cat. we need to prepare you for this mission"
"alright." i sighed stressed out.
"hey, we're gonna be with you the whole time. and plus you're gonna get some training in to learn how to fight and use a gun, then you'll be free. only if i say so." he smiled.
"okay" i fake smiled.
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