Jhene pov *
Opening my eyes I couldn't see nothing. I tried to move but I couldn't. only took me a few seconds to realize i was tied up to a bed.Feeling around for whatever that was keeping me , eventually i found the rope that was tied on both of my wrists and my ankles. the rope was tied so tightly to the point where the rope was digging in my skin,I tried to get my hands loose but it was no use. all i could think about was Why ? Why would somebody want to tie me up to a bed? and Who the fuck could this person be? Who would have the fucking audacity to kidnap me? ME? FUCKING JHENE?!!! Who ever this is must not know Who the fuck I am? im not gone lie I am scared out of my fucking mind. I don't know what to do. so I decided to do what i said ill never do in this situation because I feel weak as fuck doing it ,but I had no other choice so I screamed
"HELP! HELP! ANYBODY THERE? HELP! "
Emoney pov *
I am going crazy. I don't know where jhene at. she usually calls me everyday at 6pm on the dot . jhene and I have been friends since the 4th grade we are now freshman in college. that's been my bitch since day one. so when I haven't heard from her in a week I knew some was up .
me and jhene ran the streets of Chicago. we was the baddest bitches in the whole state. and if you thought you was bitch you sadly mistaking . im light skinned, body like nicki minaj , dimples so deep a bitch could swim in them if they tried ,5'1, covered in tattoos from top of my neck to the bottom of my foot. jhene was 5'3, dark skinned, skinny with a booty skinny bitches should not have. Ain't nan bitch or nigga out there can say we was broke. broke ain't never been in our vocabulary since our middle school days . you cant even say broke and jhene and emoney in the same sentence. see me and jhene are what people called "drug dealers "but I personally don't like that word I prefer hustlers. because we hustle on the streets. drug dealers just simply sell drugs . jhene and I do way more then that. see we did what we had to do on the streets, went to college and owned two hair stores, three strip clubs and an shoe store. see what I tell you straight hustlers .
"Jaron!" I yelled, Jaron was one of our crew members. he was loyal as fuck. he has been with us since day one. one day he caught his mama stealing from us ,since she was helping cut the cocaine, shot her once and the head twice and her chest. it don't get no loyal than that.
jaron walked in puffing on a blunt. Jaron was fine as fuck. no lie. he was dark skinned 5'10, had a body like a goddess .if I wasn't married to the streets it will be him,but you now how that go.
"jaron when the last time you talked to jhene ?"
"bout a week ago, What's up with that?"
"I don't know but I think that nigga king got some to do with it , put your ears to the streets in find out what that nigga up to."
" I think he got some to do with it too, now that I think about it who else got enough balls to fuck with us?" Jaron said getting heated.
"man on g if I find out that nigga got some to do with jhene disappearing ima send him and his family to the grave yard then I'm show up to his funeral and shit on his grave and that's on my mama g!"
I was getting pissed of just think about the shit. jaron started laughing.
"so you gone shit on the nigga grave? I thought people pissed on graves not shit? " . he said in between laughing
"I don't see a damn thing funny and hell Yea ima shit on the nigga grave, I ain't no originally bitch so don't ever a expect me to do something another bitch did "
"well I tell you what if it's that nigga king, then we going to both shit on that nigga grave together alright? "he said smiling
"OK " I said to him smirking with that he walked out my office .
