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Hannah's POV:

As soon as I woke up, I felt nauseous. I overdid it last night. It didn't take long for me to notice I was in Rakim's bedroom.

I sat up and walked to the bathroom.

My mouth was filled with the taste of whiskey. I won't let myself throw up. At least not here.

I brushed my teeth, until I noticed Rakim's voice in the next room.

"What about Hannah?" A girl's voice asked.

"She'll just stay here, until we get back." Rakim's deep voice mumbled through the wall.

"Da fuck? Hannah run everything around here. She know the ins and outs of this city." It was defenently Yams defending me. "She would be a big help Rakim."

"Ight! I'll talk to her. If she comes, there will be no disrespecting her or me. Got it?" They all mumbled in response to Rakim.

I heard him walk back to the hallway. I ran out of the bathroom, and leaped onto his bed again.

I pretended to sleep until I felt him breath against the side of my ear.

"Mmm... Rakim. Do you enjoy watching the side of my face?" I acted as if I just woke up.

"Actually, I was gon ask you somethin. But I got distracted by your bruises." I rolled over to face him.

"Thanks for reminding me." I started to laugh.

He rolled on top of me, "One day we'll run into that nigga, and imma beat him up." He grabbed each of my wrists, and placed then on the pillows above my head, "Then I'll let you finish him off." I smirked.

"I don't know."

"Have you not ever killed someone?" He looked almost confused.

"Rakim if you want me to come with you, I'm all for it. I have my own rules though!" I almost shouted switching him and rolling on top.

"Hah. Yea? And what is that?" I rested my hands onto his chest.

"1- no innocent people. 2- no sorrow. 3-kill who, would kill you." He stopped smiling.

"That's exactly what my brother used to say." I leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"So, when do we leave?"

"Tonight."

We didn't fuck. We just laid there and kissed, watched old shows. Ferg brought us some fast food and we waited for the rest of the crew.

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