Charlie P.O.V
"Run that by me one more time" I say looking at Travis wide eyed is he for real asking me to do what I think he's implying I look back at the house that contains the mother of his child
He remains Silent but the gaze that is casted all over his face leaves little room for discussion this is personal now. And I need to step up where needed"Don't kill her, yet, just drag her out and put her in the trunk I need information from her"
Not responding I take the gun from Travis Glove compartment pull my hair up and get out of the car. I need to remind myself I'm doing this to get my baby back. No excuses no exceptions. Walking up to the door I turn the safety off the gun and cock it back. I shoot the nob off the door and push it open the rest of the way. Tia comes rushing to the door from the living room.
"What the h-"
"Shut the fuck up, on the ground now" I shout aiming the gun at her
"You really expect me to believe ,you're going to shoot me?"
Running over to her I take the butt of the glock knocking the side of her cranium, she let's out a loud whimper of pain. I hope Kourtney wasn't in pain or screaming like that. I hear heavy footsteps on the edge second floor of the house.
" Who else is here?" I ask snapping her head back to look at me.
She remains silent, nodding at her decision
I yank her head slamming it into the wall twice, she screams ou"Now I'm going to ask one more time, who else is here?"
"He's nobody just a boyfriend" she said.
"Get on the fucking floor face down and I swear to god if you move I'll put six shots in your back understand" I said pushing her to the floor I shot a bullet next to her head In the floor just in case she thought I was playing, I Ran upstairs looking for the footsteps I heard pushing the door open into what seemed to be Kourtney room
"You're not exactly what I expected" a deep voice came from over my shoulder I turned around quickly gun pressing into the chest of the advancer, he was handsom to say the least i was taken off guard by our similar almond shape brown eyes, slim nose familiar hit of jamaican Accent i grew up hearing and taking demands from, but as quickly as the thought had came i dismissed it but his dark aura could be felt from the moment you laid eyes on him, a wide yet slimy smirk crossed his face as if he knew what I was thinking
"You're coming with me too I guess then" I respond gaze hard.
"Who even said you're making it out of here alive?" He said pressing his own gun into my chest,
"you see you could've just stayed a stripper, ain't like you was much of one anyways, but some reason Tavis liked you and he kept you that makes you a threat to my plan and I can't have that""Where's Kourtney?" I could care less about all that shot he was hollering I want my baby
"Now that I can't answer, that's someone else's plan... but are you really go into to shoot me? I don't think you'd have it in you"
"You're tempting me"
"Reason being, we look just alike, bet if we took the time to know each other you'd finally put it all together but we can get familiar another time." In one fluid motion he moved the gun and shot me in my shoulder.
I searing hot pain engulfed my whole left side, I could hear the scream erupt from my mouth not hesitating I fire two shots at the retreating figure grazing the side of his temple grasping my arm I make my way back downstairs finding Tia in the same place.
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