Chasing Chase (Urban Fiction)

19 | The End..

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Britt's POV

I was always told life was made of moments. Moments of sadness, loneliness, happiness, joy, and pain. I was in a moment. A moment of pain. I was hurting. My heart was burning for Nino. We had no idea what had happened, and why he showed up on the doorstep dying, and begging for help.

"Drink this babe" Chase handed me a cup of coffee. I sighed.

"It's not good for the baby" I told her, while switching positions in the uncomfortable chair of the hospital waiting room. I was growing irritable. "It's been four hours Chase, why hasn't anybody said anything?!"

"Ok.. Ok Britt, calm down, I'm sure he's fine.. Nino is a fighter. You know he's strong." she told me while bringing me into the crook of her neck and massaging my shoulder. "You need to rest, I'll wake you up if we find out anything." I knew she was right, my unsteady slumber, couldn't have been good for JR. I needed to rest, it was now 2 AM, and I hadn't slept since yesterday at 8. My thoughts led me to a perfect slumber that was much needed.

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When I woke up hours later, Chase was longer there she was pacing back and forth on the floor before me. I focused my eyes and realized she was on the phone.

"Yeah.. so what are we gonna do?.. I shoulda killed his ass when I had the chance.. ok baby, be safe." She said into the phone before noticing that I was awake. "I gotta go, call me as soon as you find his ass" she hung up and came over to me.

"What happened Chase, you heard anything?" I asked her. She looked as if she didn't know how to respond and the worst thoughts ran to my head. "Chase say something!"

"Nino is.. he's fine, he is, he just hasn't waken up yet, the doctors say he will soon though.. but that's not what's wrong.. we uh.. we know what happened Britt"

"Okay, well stop stalling Chase, speak up" I said sitting up and listening intently.

"Look Britt, that nigga Jerome came back.. he saw Nino out on the street by himself, apparently he was at the corner of Rutger and Marshall, just sitting in his car, chillin, next thing you know, Jerome and some niggas pull up on him and he hops out so he can see the niggas face to face, and they jumped him. They took all his money, everything he had on him, and.. they even pulled his own gun on him but somebody called the police and the sirens scared him off.. Britt we alr-"

"I want him dead! I want him more than dead. You tell Parker to find his ass, and kill him dead before he even has the chance to beg for his life. Kill that mother fucker, and if he doesn't do it. I'll be damn sure to finish the job" I stormed down the hallway away from Chase and made my way into the elevator headed to the cafeteria.

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Parker's POV

"Look, y'all niggas be extra careful with this shit, its getting too personal, we gotta end this shit now." I spoke aggressively to the two men that rode with me. They were the most trusted street workers we had, and once they knew what happened to Nino, these niggas practically volunteered.

"How many of them in there you think?" Tike asked me. He sounded skeptical.

"You shook nigga?" I asked, he seemed as if he was unsure of himself, and we aint need no scared niggas on this mission.

"Na Park, I'm ready"

"Better be" I gave him a look that instilled fear in him and he grabbed the gun I handed him. "Ard, let's do this shit real smooth, simple, easy, get in, get out, shit get sticky, you get the fuck out and meet up at my house at dawn. We good?" They all nodded and we pulled down our mask before hopping out of the back of the van we were traveling in.