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Gimme that green light.
(Ro James)

Cordyn

I looked attentively out of the window as my father drove me to the warehouse. I couldn't go against the love of my life.

She was my everything. The woman I wanted to marry.

All of this would have been avoided if I hadn't held so much back from her. But just like her I was scared. Held back by fear.

Those thoughts stopped as the engine in the car shut off. I realized we had parked in front of the warehouse.

I walked in between Morgan and my father. Tyrone.

We walked into the warehouse and it was empty. Of course it would be.

Morgan pulled out crates for us to sit on. Handing one to me and my father.

We all sat.

The two sitting uncomfortably close to each other in front of me. I didn't like how my father was following him around like a lost puppy.

Like how I used to do my father. Follow him like a lost puppy.

Morgan rubbed his hands together. Him and Tyrone's knees touched.

I squinted my eyes at the seemingly normal contact between them. In the eight months that Jas has been in a coma, my father had been becoming distant.

I'd hate to think its because of this.

"So..?",I dragged out. Waiting on a response.

Morgan chuckled.

"The plan is all for money. Me and your father have teamed up and decided to go against Jas. She could have gotten her chance to join us but since you were controlling her, we brought you."

My father quickly pulled a gun on me.

My eyes widened.

"We'll have to tie you up for a little while."

The breath left my body.

Jas

I woke up to Jamal laying behind me in my hospital bed. I jerked up.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I checked the time on the digital clock. It read.
3:21am

Jamal rubbed his eyes and smiled at me. I moved away from him. Distancing myself as much as possible.

Even though I hadn't heard anything from Cordyn, I wasn't about to cheat on him.

Jamal grabbed my hand.

"Jas I need to tell you something."

I slowly slid my hand out of his grasp. I sat up fully and crossed my legs. So did he.

"What is it?",I asked in a quiet voice.

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