Dating The Freemans 2

Part 1

Riley's Pov.

"RUN YOU GAYASSES!" I sprint down the hallway in great speed.

Behind me, Ed and Rummy try to keep up. On Rummy's shoulder is a sack. Inside that sack is (who I hope) Nicki Manaj. She was having a concert so we kidnapped her. Actually, I was keeping watch, leaving the kidnapping to them, they said they got her, but I seriously doubt it.

After what happened with Oprah, why should I trust these idiots?

I hop in Ed's van and start the engine. Ed and Rummy jump in the back and close the doors. They bang it, indicating that I drive.

The guards chasing us watch as we speed off leaving a trail of dust behind us and cough. In defeat. I smile seeing their faces.

I park the van in the garage and open the door for Ed n Rummy. They hop out with the sack. I hear whimpering from it. Ed pats my back. "We did it dis time nigga!"

"Lets see then, shall we?" I shut the door and follow them inside the house.

I cross my arms and lean on the wall, watching them pull the girl out of the sack and tie her up. They block her from with their backs, on purpose because they want to 'surprise' me.

"You ready fo dis little nigga?" Rummy asks.

I scowl at him using the same scowl Huey uses. "Pull off the damn sack, Rummy," I say. "Call me 'little nigga' again and imma-"

"Ok! Sheesh. Damn, Reezy, we used to callin you dat. We get it, you a big boy now..." he holds his hands up.

A corner of my mouth turns up. Yea. Escobar Riley ain't no kid. I'm all grown up n shit. 18 years to be exact.

Ed pulls off the sack and I frown.

Tied to a chair, is not Nicki Manaj, but another civilian black girl who just happens to have the same pink hair. I sigh heavily.

"Oops..." Ed says. He pulls the bandana off the girl's mouth.

"Help! Somebody help me!" She yells.

"Shut up bitch," I say walking towards her. She looks up at me and seems to calm down. "Does this look like Nicki Manaj to you? Huh?"

Ed n Rummy exchange looks.

"Ansa me. How in the hell did ya'll think dis was da female rapper?" I demand.

Ed scratches the back of his neck. "We supposed-"

"YOU SUPPOSED??" I yell without letting him finish.

"Aye! She had a big butt and pink hair! Shes basically a doppelganger!"

I smack my forehead. "There was fan girls everywhere dressed like her! A LOT OF GIRLS HAVE BIG BUTTS!" I sigh again. "Y'know what? I'm dun playin wichu niggas." I turn to walk out of the garage.

"Wait what about me?? Take me home!!" The girl shifts in her chair, struggling out of the ropes.

"Aye yo Esco? What do we do?" Ed holds his hands up.

I snort. "Nigga she ain't mah problem."

I walk out of the garage, ignoring the girl's cries and Ed's threats.

Cindy's Pov.

"I promise I'll pay you back! Please just-" Kayla slaps the girl hard before letting her finish.

"Promises don't mean shit here," I growl.

Currently, I'm in a club, with a girl called Ellie (whos a stripper). Were in her room. Shes tied down in a chair, bleeding and sobbing.

I cross my arms over my chest, standing between my gang members. Kayla and Bonnie. Kayla and Bonnie are wannabe gangsters like I was. Yes, I said was. I run a business now, with Young Reezy sellin dope.

Dis stripper dat were harassing, had the guts to get dope from me and offer a payback. She was broke. I gave a month to pay back wut she owe. She still don't got mah mulla.

"P-P-Please..." she stutters.

Bonnie attempts to hit her again, but I grab her arm before she does. "Aight."

I lean my face down and level my eyes with Ellie's. "Since we can't cum up to an 'understanding'..I'll just let Reezy deal wichu," I whisper.

Ellie shakes her head violently. "No! He'll kill me!"

I smile deviously. "Then pay me."

"Alright!" She looks down. "My ex boyfriend owes me. I was planning to pay you back with that money, but he refuses to pay me back..."

I stare at her.

She looks down. "Please don't hand me to Esco...please..."

"Where yo ex at?" I ask ignoring her plea.

She sniffs. "He's a bartender at DD's. I dunno where he lives..."

My eyes widen and I back away. "You alright C-murph?" Bonnie asks.

"You a naughty girl..."

"Stop..."

"You know what I wanna do to a naughty girl like you..."

"Please..."

That was my scariest moment. I almost got raped...I was so close. If Riley hadn't been there...

"C-murph?" Bonnie taps me on the shoulder.

I shake my head. I need to face my fears. "Let her go." I stay slowly.

Kayla unties Ellie. Ellie rubs her new marks where the rope tugged her.

"If your lying to me..." I say to her. I don't finish the sentence knowing she knows what I'll say.

She nods her head furiously.

Without another word, I walk out of the club, Bonnie and Kayla follow on my sides like dogs.

"Where we goin?" Kayla asks.

I pull my pistol out and put in some ammo. "Drunk Dancin. Keep yo guard."