Fatal Addiction [discontinued]

Chapter 32: Ttwdfl Part 2

Chico

"What the fuck? Are you serious?"

As I listened to her sob uncontrollably, I could tell that she was dead ass serious about what she was telling me. "Why the fuck you ain't just tell me to come get you, Crystal?!" I slightly yelled but I didn't really mean to, I was just really upset to the point that I couldn't even comprehend.

That could have been the last time I ever got to see her. She could have been sold into prostitution and that shit didn't sit right with me.

I sighed and rubbed my hand over my face, "Look, I'm sorry for yelling at you baby. What did you say was the license plate again?" I asked in a calmer tone so that she could stop crying. She told me the tag number and I wrote it down because I was most definitely gonna be looking for them three bitch ass niggas.

And I know the perfect way to do it too. "Look baby, I'ma call you back in a quick second, I gotta make a call?"

"Marcus, what are you gonna do?" She asked as if she already knew what I was thinking of doing and who I was thinking of calling. And she was right too, I'm glad she knows.

"I'm 'bout to call August, I'll call you back afterwards. I love you." After she said that she loved me too, I hung up the call. I was honestly livid as fuck and wanted to scream to the top of my lungs but I had to act calm while talking to her because I didn't wanna hurt her feelings or make her feel bad about telling me.

Scrolling to August's name in my contact list, I clicked call and it rung a few times before he answered in a groggy voice but still with that strong ass New Orleans accent. "Helluh?"

Me: My bad bruh, was you sleep?

Him: Yeah, buh you good, wassup?

Me: We gonna need to dog some niggas.

Him: What happened?

Me: Some bitch ass niggas tried to kidnap my girl and sell her into prostitution bruh.

Him: Dead ass?

Me: Yeah, I'm heated as fuck right now.

Him: Ya know I gotta family now, I shouldn't e'en be doin' all'at but you my nigga and I always got chu.

Me: Thanks bruh, meet me at my place tomorrow morning so we can plan this shit out. I got the license plate number so I got some research to do right now because I don't want them niggas to get an idea about switching plates since she got away.

Him: Aight, bet.

I hung up and my leg started unwillingly bouncing up and down. I wanted to kill them niggas right now but I know how careful you gotta be so you don't get caught, we definitely need to plan this shit.

I texted a few people and told them to keep watch on the tag number and if they saw the vehicle, to tell me where it's headed and try to get a good view at who's driving it because Crystal's descriptions aren't very good. Either that or them niggas are just basic looking as fuck.

I picked up my phone and scrolled down to Crystal's name and I was about to call her but instead I just locked my phone. I didn't feel like calling her. Getting my keys, I walked out my house before locking the door and walking to my car.

Once I got in, I started the car up and sped out of the driveway. It's late so hopefully, there are little to no cops out here because the way I was speeding would land my ass with a ticket.

I arrived at my destination in no time because I was going about 80 miles per hour on average. I hopped out the car and locked it before speed walking up to the front porch. Since they didn't have a doorbell, I knocked hard enough to hear throughout the house. They're probably gonna think I'm the police or something because they don't have a peep hole either.