No. 99 (Joey Bada$$)

75• His Evils

A/N: Trevor/Oliver on the left and Quincy on the right.

I awoke in a car with my arms tied up. Two people were in the front, the radio wasn't too loud but loud enough to hear the annoying...

It goes down in the DM.

For the 11th fucking time.

"You up?" The one in the passenger seat asked.

I rubbed my neck and groaned.

"Quiet. Give her some time." The driver said.

My arms burned from the friction between the rope and my skin.

I looked out the window and wasn't familiar with the place at all. I looked at the radio to see the time, it read 1:47 a.m.

"Where are we?" I moaned.

"We're almost home." The driver said.

"I was just at home...what did you do to me?" I slurred.

"We didn't do anything to you. I'm just taking back what's mine." He said.

"Why did you run away from him?" The passenger asked.

"I didn't run from anyone."

"You did. From me, I told you that I loved you. I still do." He said

It came to my mind. "Y'all kidnapped me."

"Well I had to. Your little boyfriend could have saved you but he's too caught up in his own shit. Selfish and you don't deserve no selfish nigga." He shrugged and changed the radio station.

"Can you please tell me where we are? City and state." I said as nicely as possible.

"Not too far." The driver said.

"Far from where?!" I raised my voice because I was getting frustrated.

"Don't yell in here!! You're failing to realize that we can just kill you and let the police find your dead body and put in on your friends." The guy in the passenger seat said.

"Stop threatening lil mama. Ma, ain't that what your man calls you? Should have called you hoe are something, if he owned you. I would have gave him a little more respect." The one driving said.

"You would have gave him more respect if he treated me like some slave?"

"No. That's my job, I would have respected him if he acted like a man and did something to find out who was texting you." He said.

"Hm..." I was thinking about what he said.

"If he loves you soooo much, why didn't he do something about what was happening? He was too caught up with Pro Era. Notice how he dropped the conversation about your self harm so quickly and easily? Nigga don't love you."

He had a point.

"You know it's true, Les."

I didn't say anything.

"You know who we are by now, right? Or you can't remember?"

"Mmm mmm." I shook my head.

"Quincy and Trevor or Oliver." Trevor said

"Trevor Oliver Jackson..." I said.

"Exactly! Yeah! The man you left and thought you got rid of." He chuckled. "Quincy ain't no surprise, you already knew who he was since the beginning. Told his dumb ass to stay hidden but hey, y'all couldn't find us or was too scared to."

"Oh...okay." I looked in my pockets and tried to get my phone, I had it but it didn't work.

"You don't think we're that dumb do you?" Quincy asked

I was going to remind them that the tracker still works but nah! That'll be a dumbass move.

"Can you please tell me where we are?!" I begged.

"You really wanna know?" Quincy asked.

"Yes! I do!"

"Well we not in Bed-Stuy no more." Trevor said

"Well no shit!" I got frustrated

"We're in Philadelphia."

My heart stopped once again.

"Pennsylvania?" I tried to get out.

"Yea." Quincy said, the radio cut off.