"give me the money, or ill take her,"
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in which a drug lord threatens his rival for the money that his rival owes, or he takes the most important thing from his rival-his sister.
lower case intended.
idea from Logic- Gang Related
i heard laughter; specifically dereks come from the kitchen. i walked in, the room going silent. "whaddup mami?" derek asked, patting his lap. i walked over to him, sitting down on it. "nothin. whats so funny in this region?" i asked, taking a sip of dereks black coffee. "ah, just some stupid shit," chad said, biting off a piece of his toast. "right," i smiled, shaking my head. i held dereks coffee cup in my small hands, slowly taking another sip. "do you mind ma?" derek said, pointing to his coffee cup. "nah," i giggled, giving him his coffee. he smiled, taking a drink. "i like my coffee like i like my men, anyways; nice and black," i smiled, hopping off of dereks lap and walking over to kdl. derek scoffed, while kdl laughed. "hes black on the inside," kdl whispered into my ear. i laughed, "right, gotcha,". i walked over to the coffee pot, pouring myself a cup. i added milk and sugar to it, stirring it around. i walked to an empty spot at the table, sitting down. the men continued on with their conversation. i stared down at the grain on the wood, thinking about how nates doing.
Nates Pov****
i paced around the room, debating whether i should try to call karina or not. im still at tys house. im in the same clothes i was the first day. its been a month and i need my sister back. i clenched my phone in my hand, finally deciding to call. i dialed dereks number, hearing the ring. "hello". i smiled. "derek. can i talk to karina really quick. just five minutes please," i said, darting my eyes across the room. he chuckled, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. "shes a little tied up," he said, hanging up. i was left with the dial tone once again, causing to to fully panic. "TY! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!" I shouted, hearing ty race down the stairs and come into view. "wh-what," he panted, shaving cream on half of his face. "karina. i just called derek, and asked if i could talk to her. he said she was a little tied up," i said, my throat burning. i choked down my tears, pacing around the room once again. "shit. does the number have a location? maybe we can track her down from that," ty said, grabbing the phone out of my hands. he checked, and decided to call derek again. it was just the busy tone, so he hung up.
Karina's POV****
i struggled with the restraints around my wrists, them giving me rope burn as i twisted my wrists in them. i whined, hearing the door open. "derek, ive learned. please, just let me go," i said, due to the fact that id have blisters the size of the lard lad doughnut sign. (i actually took this pic, too)
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"mhmm, i dont think you have," he said, closing the door and locking it. "derek, please. i have, i promise," i spoke, writhing in the rope. he untied the ropes, causing me to stand up quickly. "thank you," i sighed, holding my aching wrists. "oh, but im not done with you," he said, pulling me against his body. im so done with you. so bye felicia i thought looking into his deep hazel eyes. "wh-what?" i asked. "in my room, now," he demanded. °°°°
