Pink Champagne [August Alsina]

Chapter 7: Old friends

Pic of Tina

I sat up slowly with a throbbing headache. Damn...

I looked around the dark warehouse I seemed to be in. I kept fading in and out of unconsciousness. I finally woke up for the last time and the lights were on. I tried to stand up but I was tied in a chair. "HELP!" I screamed. "No ones here to hear you scream baby." I heard a familiar voice. Rashad... God help me.

"What do you want from me Rashad?" I asked blankly staring at the giant doors in front of me. "Nothing much. Just one tiiiny little thing... You, Paris." He said stepping out from behind me. "Rashad, leave me alone you cheating bastard!" I yelled.

His phone suddenly rang and he answered. "Aight, mane. I'll be there in a hot minute fam." He said before hanging up. "I have some stuff to attend to. So I'll leave you here with my boys. You'll be in safe hands." He said with a smirk.

I spit in his direction. "Heh. Stop being a bad girl or I'm gonna have to punish you when I get back!" He said waving his finger back and forth in front of my face like a dog. I sighed softly as I watched him leave.

"Well... Isn't it little miss thickums." Someone said. The guy that broke into my house and his friends came through one of the doors leading into another room.

He pulled up a chair and sat it in front of me. "Remember me?" He asked smiling cruelly. I looked off to the side and ignored him. "Hm. A shame. You should remember me. The guy that called you, the one that broke into your house... And even.... Heh... Set fire to your little salon and killed you best friend!" He said laughing.

I shot my head up and looked at him in horror. My eyes started to water. I couldn't cry because he knew he had flipped on a switch in me.

"Got her right where we want her, huh. When is boss getting back?" One guy asked. "Rashad? Don't know man." The guy in front of me.

Rashad was behind all of this. He wants revenge on August... But why? Is it because he knows we're together now...?

August's POV

I walked into the trap house to wait for my friend, who sold me the weed I needed to deal out.

The door opened. I looked up to see my friend, but saw Rashad standing at the door, grinning.

"Rashad." I said gripping my gun in my back pocket.

Me and Rashad used to be friends. Like my brother from another mother, or however that goes. He was always there for me after my brother died. My brother helped my mom make the money, and after he got killed, I had to start selling drugs to help my moms.

Flashback ~

"C'mon man! You can't be serious about this!" Rashad said handing me back the blunts that I left at his house. "I am. Stop trippin, mane. It's not that bad. I need to make a living off of sumn." I said putting the weed back in my sweatshirt pocket.

"Well, if you are, I ain't doing it." He said. I had just told him about an idea I had to start an underground drug dealing party.

He turned down my offer, and then betrayed me and went off and killed one of my niggas and stole my girl. I got back at him and killed his girlfriend who I had sex with and claimed she was pregnant.

Flashback over ~

I was young and dumb at the time and I didn't need a child cause I had other things I needed to take care of and attend to. I mean, I'm 23 and all, so I guess a family is something to think about, but being a drug lord is getting in the way of that. I know I don't seem that big, but trust me, I am.

"Long time no see buddy!" He said sarcastically. "What do you want?" I asked him pointing the gun at him.

He threw his hands up like he was innocent. "Woah! Let's not get hasty here! You don't want to kill your girl's ex do you?" He said chuckling.

This jackass was Paris's ex? How did he even know that we were together.

"You. You and yo little patnas was the wuns that broke into her house and was stalking her ain't cha?!" I shouted cocking the gun to the side like my dad taught me.

"Heh... Yeah... Your so smart. But I got her now. You won't find her, I'll fuck her brains out then I'll make SURE she has my baby, and you won't be in the picture." He said pulling out his gun.
I pulled the trigger and shot him in the shoulder.

He fell over and held his shoulder in pain. The blood soaked his shirt but I wasn't showing ANY mercy. I walked over to him lying on the floor and pressed my foot on the wound.

"AGHHHH!" He cried. "WHERE IS SHE!" I yelled. He didn't answer so I stomped on his shoulder one good time to make him talk. "SHE'S IN THE OLD WAREHOUSE BACK IN COMPTON!" He yelled out. "That's all I needed to hear." I said kicking him in the side.

I put my gun back in my pocket and headed back out. I hopped in my Bentley and headed to the old Pepsi Warehouse.

I reached into my back pocket and busted in the place shooting up everybody. I jogged over to Paris that was tired up in a chair in the middle of the floor. I untied her and carried her out. I put her in the back seat. I turned on the ignition and headed back to her house.

"Are you okay?" I asked looking in my rear view mirror at her. She's so beautiful, even with the big ass bandage on her fohead. Am I really catching feelings for this girl?

"Yeah. I'm fine."

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