𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐍 & 𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋

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𝘿𝙪𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖

My heart rumbled with so much intensity, I feared that it would eventually stop, and I would suffer the same fate as Delila. Sitting on the floor with my stomach in knots, I clung to my legs. The contents of my belly were emptied into the toilet. There was nothing left inside. Seeing the dead body of someone so young upset my insides. I couldn't unsee the horrific sight. Oh how I wished I would've never gotten out of the car and chased after Shakur.

Fear quaked my body at his heavy footsteps outside the door. The squeaky wheels of a possible laundry cart could be heard among them. I didn't know how exactly they planned to get rid of the body. There was no blood. Signs of strangulation led me to believe she was strangled to death by Lesane. What a horrible way to die. The young woman wasn't even thirty yet. Delila was only twenty-seven. Ironically, the same age as many young musicians who lost their lives. She was now the latest addition to the infamous 27 Club.

"How are we going to get her past security?" Lesane questioned, sounding more sober and coherent. His strange intoxication was fading away. The core self appeared. He snapped back into himself, activating the ruthless gangster within. "Do you want me to distract them while you sneak her out the back?

"Yeah, that'll work" Shakur agreed. "We'll put all these sheets over the body so they can't see her. It'll look like I got laundry in here or some shit" I knew it. They were throwing her body in a laundry basket and carting her away like trash. In that moment, I thought about her poor mother. There was a strong chance that she would never get closure. Her body would never be found. I knew Shakur and what he was known for back in the day. His nickname was "Houdini" because he made things disappear.

"We'll get her to this warehouse I know out here and dip the body in acid" Shakur further explained as I heard them moving around the room. A few grunts came, presumably because they were lifting her body off the bed. I heard them drop something into the bin right after. "No body, no case. She'll be missing for a long time until they realize shorty's long gone and give up the search, but you'll be straight. I already paid big boy downstairs for last night's security footage before I even came up here"

The things I heard were criminal. All three of us could go to prison for this. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. If I told the police, Shakur could come after me next. He had connections everywhere. If I slid out of the bathroom right now, he could do the same thing. I wasn't trying to be the next R&B diva to die.

"Good looking out, unc" Lesane responded just before the squeaky wheels moved past the bathroom door. The noise faded down the hallway along with their steps. I waited a good minute before leaving the bathroom. Making a speedy exit, I paused in the middle of the hallway. Shakur was rolling the cart towards the elevator. Lesane was next to him.

Just knowing a dead body was inside almost made me throw up pure liquid. I tasted the salty warning on my tongue and kept swallowing to prevent another bout of vomiting. Once he was out of view, I ran down the stairs and out of the exit. My guards were parked on the other side of the parking lot, far away from wherever Shakur was. Relieved, I met them at the black truck.